Creation System: Reborn As A Fantasy Worldsmith

Chapter 336 The Most Unpredictable; Monkey

As soon as Cillion landed on his face, a gasp rippled through the crowd.

'On his face...' A few kids began to think, getting secondhand embarrassment from this moment. 'What a way to be embarrassed.'

Even Jalern was feeling this, 'How humiliating... but, when did Cillion get so weak?'

Lyrian assumed his monkey stance once again.

His left leg stretched back, sitting his knee on the ground.

His right leg was in front of him, as he rested his foot on the floor.

His arms followed a free pattern but stayed stagnant in front of himself as though he were a mantis.

Now, Lyrian's aura began to change from before.

No longer was he a student of Anaviotis... in fact, he wasn't even a human anymore.

Just from his concentrated eyes, many could already tell that Lyrian was a completely different creature.

'A monkey. He has fully adopted the presence of that creature.' Linus said to himself as he stared at Lyrian.

He didn't feel any sort of way about it but did find it interesting nonetheless.

He had never seen such a martial art before that copied the stances of different animals.

Drake had a different reaction. Although slightly, he was outright impressed.

'First a crane, and now a monkey? Haha! Did he live in the forest all these three months?' He joked to himself.

'Still... it's impressive. And, it's almost scary how he can replicate the presence of a monkey so accurately.'

Glis also noticed him turn into a monkey and understood the skill needed to do that.

Still, he had yet to prove his power, so it didn't mean much.

Cillion slowly rose to his feet, feeling the humiliation of a thousand eyes staring at him.

As he made it to his feet, he realized that there were far, far more than a thousand eyes on him right now.

'That's right... the three kingdoms are watching this, aren't they.' His resolve suddenly hardened, as he gripped his sword.

"I will not be humiliated like this!" He abruptly yelled as he held his blade by his head and pushed his legs into the ground to lunge forward.

As he got halfway across the arena, Lyrian's body suddenly changed. Now, in Lyrian's place was an orange monkey.

Cillion furrowed his brows in confusion but didn't let it hinder his movements.

He thrust his sword forward, "You're dead!" He exclaimed, aiming to pierce through his opponent's stomach.

Cillion's blade neared the monkey's abdomen, yet the monkey looked to be in a daze.

The monkey didn't move at all, completely throwing Cillion off.

'Where's he gonna move!? What is he doing! Damn it!' The crowd looked in anticipation as a single hair of the monkey's stomach was cut by the tip of Cillion's blade.

As soon as the hair began to float in the air, the monkey disappeared from his spot.

Cillion widened his eyes, swiftly turning around.

"You think I'd fall for such easy switchovers!?" He yelled, turning his sword to face his back.

However, there was nothing behind him. "You came back around!?" Cillion attempted to turn again, but before he could, the monkey hardened his fist and slammed it into Cillion's back.

All of the breath in Cillion's lungs was forcefully driven out as Cillion was thrown forward.

He felt as though his heart was stuck in his air canals, making it nearly impossible for him to breathe.

The crowd was astonished at what they just saw.

'Surely… that didn't just happen?' Masvidal thought to himself in utter confusion.

'How did… what?' Other students began to think.

'Is that how the monkey works?' Drake mused.

Even Alten and Leon were confused, 'What did I just see?'

Finally, Masvidal recalled what he saw to make sure he wasn't going crazy.

'Cillion lunged forward, and that fool Lyrian didn't make any movements. He was the perfect target. Yet… for some reason, just as Cillion's blade reached an inch from that fool's torso, he turned around? He missed on purpose, and was saying something? That's when Lyrian stood and attacked him.'

Everyone else had seen this exact scenario of events. In reality, Lyrian had not moved at all.

But, his presence was so unpredictable that it defied the laws of reality itself, for Cillion.

Although he sat still, Cillion felt the monkey wanting to move in every which direction.

He couldn't imagine what direction that was, but in the end, his own imagination tricked him into thinking the monkey moved.

In an unpredictable turn of events, Lyrian had made only one move, and that was the clenched fist to Cillion's back.

Lyrian assumed his human form once again, "How boring… I wanted to actually try the monkey out." He muttered under his breath.

Walking toward Cillion, he gave him a soft kick to throw him off the arena.

The boy's body was still flung off, as he skidded to a sudden stop against the wall of the room.

Lyrian returned to the center of the room and exclaimed, "Next!"

Cillion lay there, barely conscious, as reality came back to him.

He slowly understood that Lyrian hadn't moved from his spot from the beginning, but could still not believe that it was true.

"I... I cut one of the hairs. Right before he disappeared, my blade definitely cut one of the hairs on his stomach."

He quietly spoke to himself in utter disbelief, knowing that he had indeed cut one hair.

A kid standing next to him heard this and exclaimed in slight confusion, "Hairs? He has clothes on... what do you mean you cut one of the hairs on his stomach?"

Cillion's eyes widened in even more disbelief at that moment. 'So... it seems even that was in my imagination.'

With this, his eyes finally closed as his body shut down. He was going to need a long rest after such an attack.

"Oi! For defeating my friend in such a way, I'll fight you." Bret, the armor-wearing boy-girl, stepped forward.