Skill Creation in the Fantasy World

The next battle was the same as usual, with Felix quickly ending the match using his sword technique and Agility Burst Skill.

By now, his popularity as Phantom was already well known with the crowd of the underworld's arena, giving him the title, of the fastest man in the underworld.

Even though the skill Agility Burst only doubled his speed, it was enough to defeat his opponent with the addition of Ratio Technique skill, attacking only the weak points.

Coming out of the arena stage, he eyed the group of men who had placed a bet on him and gave them a small nod before leaving the place.

After taking a few steps, he found a gray-robed person looking at him and then turning around after giving him a gesture to follow him.

'That was my last battle for today, what does Mr.Dealer want now?'

A bit puzzled yet knowing there was still some time left before it got dark, he followed the man who led him through the labyrinth paths of the arena before reaching the corner where they walked upstairs through the curtained path in the wall.

*****

A few minutes later, he found himself outside the house where he had met with Mr.Dealer twice previously.

Stepping inside, he was greeted by Bellard who seemed to have already arrived there a while ago.

"Hey, how was your battle? You fought before me, right?"

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"Yeah, it wasn't much. Easily took him down. How about yours?"

As they discussed in small talk about their battles in the hall, Falcon also came into the house after some time and a while later, even Crystal arrived there.

When they all had grouped back in the hall and were chatting amongst each other, a gruff and deep voice from above the stairs interrupted them.

"Hmmm, so these are the youngsters you've assembled to stand against the dark guilds?" The man's low voice resonated through the house, capturing everyone's attention.

The four of them turned around and saw an old man walking down the stairs with Mr.Dealer respectfully following a step behind him.

In fact, it was not quite right to call him an old man, as his 6-foot-tall figure looked robust and tough as if the man had never skipped training his body for a single day.

But his gray hair and long white beard, along with aging wrinkles on the contours of his face, revealed that he was a man way past his prime.

The old man was wearing a loose robe of mixed color of blue and black with several gold strips designed beautifully. He held a unique magic cane in his right hand with a symbol of a serpent's head on it.

His eyes though were imbued with a sage-like feeling as it scanned through the four of them, and they felt that they were almost naked in front of him with all their secrets laid before him.

Falcon, who had been in the underworld for the longest time among the four of them, gulped while looking at the old man as he had heard a few rumors about such a personality.

'Is that him? No way....'

He thought as he couldn't even come close to believing that the man in front of him was the same man who was regarded as one of the most important people in the whole underworld.

Mr.Dealer walked over from behind and introduced the old man to them, as he knew that they didn't have proper knowledge of that person.

"Falcon, Bellard, Phantom, and Crystal, meet the man who was among the founders of the Edenmont Underworld, Estrada Moreza.", there was a tone of respect in his voice as he addressed the man.

Felix and the others were stunned and speechless hearing that as they suddenly stood straight in front of the old man, who looked at them with an analyzing look in his eyes.

'One of the founders of the underworld? Holy fuck!", was all Felix could think of right now.

Falcon was the most surprised of them as he realized what he was thinking was true.

'Fucking hell! That's really Sir Estrada right there!', his jaws were wide open as only him among them knew who the man truly was and what he represented to the whole underworld.

Even though he was excited and shocked beyond anything, there was still a question that puzzled him to his core.

'But what is he doing here? For just us four weaklings?', it wasn't his fault to call the four of them as weaklings, as in front of such a huge figure like the old man in front of him, they were nothing but specks of dust.

After Mr.Dealer introduced him, the four of them nodded respectfully at the old man to which he closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his beard.

"Hmmm, nod bad. You guys are still growing from what I see. It seems you've done a good job at selecting them.", the old man named Estrada said while turning to Mr.Dealer.

"Thank you, Sir, for your kind words."

Mr.Dealer thanked the man with a smile.

The old man faced back to the group of four who had no idea of what was about to happen and spoke.

"I hope that the four of you already understand that going against the dark guilds is very dangerous, and it may put yourself and the ones around you in danger."

Hearing his words that were giving them caution, the four of them nodded seriously as the old man continued.

"But seeing how you all are still willing to fight against them, I suppose you guys are ready for the consequences or have your reasons for whatever it may be."

Stopping for a second, his eyes narrowed as he continued.

"Today's battles might have seemed to have gone easily to all of you, but make no mistake, your opponents were among the weakest of the goons of the dark guilds, someone who could be discarded without any remorse.", there was no emotion in his voice as he talked about the weaklings as they were not worthy of his words.

"As for the opponents you'll be fighting from tomorrow onwards, now that could be a lot more challenging for you."

Sir Estrada twitched his lips and then shook his head as he said.

"Those bastards are the true subordinates of the members of the dark guilds who don't abide by the rules and have no limits in the way of their battle."

"Even in the underworld, you would rarely see such cases as everyone follows the set of rules placed in the arena, but these men don't care about it and go crazy on the battlefield, going as far as killing their opponents although they've already won."

The words of the old man made Felix and others shudder at the thought of fighting a deathmatch with those crazy lunatics.

'What the hell!? They're going for the kills!!'

The reason they had no problem with participating in the underworld arena battles despite its dangers was the strict rules that held back fighters from taking the lives of their opponents.

And now with the emergence of these fuckers who wouldn't care about the rules of the arena with the dark guilds in their backings, it would be a lie if they didn't feel a bit uneasy.

Estrada saw that they had a change in their expressions, and he couldn't blame them for it as this was going a bit against the deal they had made previously.

"But don't worry.", he pacified them while holding his cane with both fof his hands.

"Because that is the reason I'm here with you today. To give you all a solution for this."