Creating A Succubus Army In A Fantasy World!-Chapter 58: Creed Vs Kent! (1)

20 Minutes Ago...

The lobby of the Memis Training Hall was as neat and organized as ever, yet it still buzzed with the lively energy of warriors looking for a fight.

The vast hall was illuminated by bright overhead lights, making the polished marble floors gleam.

Rows of leather couches lined the waiting area, occupied by dozens of Awakened fighters who lounged around, engaged in idle chatter.

Some were drinking energy potions straight from the bottle like they were common beverages, others were sharpening weapons, checking their gear, or boasting about their latest victories.

No matter where one looked, there was an undeniable presence of battle spirit in the air.

Nearly every person here carried themselves with an aura of power, their muscular physiques and sharp eyes making it clear that they were warriors who lived and breathed combat.

At one of the corner couches, a pair of Awakened with ironically opposite physiques sat together, looking bored out of their minds.

One of them was a giant of a man, standing at least two meters tall, with arms thicker than most people’s thighs and a jawline that could cut through metal.

His entire body bulged with muscle, as if the very concept of body fat had been erased from his existence.

The other man sitting next to him was half his size, a thin, lean fellow with messy brown hair, long fingers, and an exaggeratedly lazy posture that made him look like he had absolutely no interest in existing.

The massive one groaned, rubbing the back of his shaved head.

"Ugh, I swear, if something interesting doesn’t happen soon, I’m gonna start fighting the walls."

The wiry man didn’t even lift his head, instead lazily raising a hand and waving it dismissively. "Mm, you’d lose. The walls are reinforced."

The big guy gave him a deadpan look. "Thanks for the support, Harold."

Harold yawned. "Anytime, Greg."

Greg growled. "Seriously, what’s with today? Not a single good fight, no crazy bets, not even a random idiot getting smacked for running his mouth! What is happening to this world?!"

Harold sighed dramatically as well. "A tragedy, truly. The world is losing its spark."

Greg crossed his arms and huffed. "I miss last week. Some guy got kicked through the second-floor window, and it was glorious!"

Harold smirked. "Ah, the golden days."

But then, the glass doors to the lobby suddenly swung open, crashing against the walls. A new voice filled the hall, loud and defiant.

"LET ME GO, DAMMIT!"

Every head in the lobby snapped toward the entrance, and Greg and Harold’s bored expressions instantly lit up like kids on their birthday.

Standing at the entrance was a golden-haired young man, his hair shining like molten sunlight, his lean, powerful frame carrying an aura that demanded attention.

A purple spear was strapped diagonally across his back, its shaft gleaming under the hall’s lights.

His face was ridiculously handsome, with sharp eyes filled with cold fury.

And in his iron-like grip, he was dragging a red-haired young man by the neck like he was hauling around a sack of rice.

The red-haired youth, though handsome in his own right, looked far less composed, his face red with humiliation and rage as he kicked and struggled to break free.

But it was absolutely useless. The golden-haired young man didn’t even flinch, effortlessly hauling his captive toward the reception counter like it was just another day in his life.

Greg elbowed Harold excitedly. "Oh-ho, we’ve got something spicy today."

Harold grinned. "Finally, entertainment."

Meanwhile, Creed reached the front desk, his steps brisk, his expression completely unfazed despite the struggling man in his grasp.

He looked at the receptionist, a calm-looking young man who had clearly seen it all, and asked in a perfectly casual tone:

"How much for a basic combat arena for an hour?"

The receptionist barely blinked, his expression unreadable as he replied, "1000 credits."

"Done."

With a single swipe of his phone, the transaction was completed.

The moment the payment went through, Creed turned on his heels and dragged the red-haired youth toward the arena halls, his grip as unbreakable as a vice.

The poor red-haired youth, still struggling and failing miserably, growled in frustration.

By now, the entire lobby was watching, murmuring among themselves as they eagerly followed the pair’s movements.

Greg and Harold were already on their feet, trailing behind like overexcited spectators.

After a short walk, Creed reached the designated combat arena, its massive training grounds enclosed by reinforced walls and energy barriers.

Without wasting a second, Creed swung his arm forward and flung the red-haired youth inside.

The red-haired youth landed with a hard thud, rolling across the arena floor before coming to a stop.

He instantly sat up, rubbing his bruised neck with an incredulous glare. "You bastard!" he spat, his voice filled with fury.

Creed, standing at the edge of the arena, unsheathed his spear, the weapon humming faintly with restrained power.

His gaze was cold and sharp, his grip firm, his stance exuding the presence of someone ready to kill.

"You better pull out your weapon," he said, his voice even. "Or this won’t be much of a fight."

Despite his growing rage, the red-haired youth, Kent, hesitated.

He knew fighting inside the bastion was an easy way to financial ruin, but there were loopholes, and this bastard had just used one of them.

Paying for an official combat arena meant that anything was allowed, as long as no one died.

Creed’s eyes glowed ruthlessly, his grip tightening around his spear. He had no intention of holding back.

He didn’t care if this brat ended up crippled, as long as he didn’t kill him, he was completely safe under the law.

Kent clenched his jaw, realizing that he had no way out. His hand flashed with light, and with a sharp, crackling sound, a saber materialized in his grip.

He took a deep breath, his fiery red hair swaying as he raised his weapon into a combat stance.

He knew he was at fault. He knew that attacking Creed back then was reckless.

But that didn’t mean he was about to let some nobody drag him into a fight and beat him without consequence!

His eyes blazed with defiance. He would teach this playboy a lesson!

"You really want to do this?" Kent asked, his voice filled with suppressed fury.

Creed’s lips curled into a cold smirk. "Oh, I’ve never wanted anything more."

Kent growled, then gritted his teeth and shouted.

"Fine!"

The moment Kent’s words resounded, Creed pounced like a beast let loose.

Boom!

His tremendous speed sent a gust of wind tearing through the arena, his spear thrusting straight for Kent’s chest with explosive force!

Kent’s eyes widened in shock. He barely registered the movement! But his instincts screamed, and he acted on pure reflex.

He activated his aura with a thought, the brown light reinforcing his body, his muscles tightening like steel cables.

There was no time to dodge, so he lunged forward instead!

CLANG!

The tip of Creed’s spear cut through the air, missing its target by a hair’s breadth as Kent ducked just in time, rolling his shoulder inward and pressing himself lower.

His saber glowed a deeper crimson, and suddenly...

BOOM!

Stage 1 saber Intent erupted around the blade, the sheer force of his intent warping the air, making the weapon feel a hundred times heavier in his grip.

With a vicious grin, Kent sliced upward, aiming straight for the opening in Creed’s attack!

Creed’s pupils shrank. His instincts screamed at him: MOVE!

He kicked off the ground, leaping back, his ankles creaking under the sudden pressure. A faint sting shot up his legs, but he ignored it completely.

Kent, still crouched low, saw Creed recoil and smirked. "Too slow—"

FWOOOSH!

The saber glowed even brighter, and in a flash, a red crescent of pure cutting force tore out from the blade, slicing through the air with blinding speed!

It was so close, so fast, that Creed had no time to dodge!

Poof!

With a faint sound, Creed vanished.

Kent’s smirk disappeared. His eyes snapped around the arena, searching for his target.

He couldn’t believe it. This playboy actually had three talents?!

How was that fair?!

Kent whirled around, just in time to see purple lightning explode around Creed’s body.

His aura surged to new heights, the sheer pressure making the ground tremble beneath them.

His golden hair whipped violently in the storm of crackling energy, and his spear which was now coated in roaring lightning looked as if it could tear the sky apart!

Creed didn’t waste time. He moved.

Kent barely had time to react before Creed pounced again, but this time, he was even faster!

"Shit—"

Kent gritted his teeth and slashed wildly, releasing three more red crescents in rapid succession!

Each one roared through the air, burning so brightly that the temperature of the arena skyrocketed.

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!

Creed twisted and weaved between them, evading every single one with ease! The last crescent, however, came too close, so he raised his spear and struck it!

CRACK!

A single, blindingly fast spear strike shattered the red crescent into pieces, dispersing the attack like it was nothing!

Kent’s face darkened. ’He’s too fast!’

But he wasn’t done yet.

Before Creed could take another step, Kent suddenly burst forward, his entire body flashing as he activated his movement technique.

BOOM!

His speed skyrocketed, and in an instant, he appeared at Creed’s side, his saber already swinging down!

The blade whistled through the air, heading straight for Creed’s ribs in a devastating strike.

But Creed didn’t even flinch.

His own aura was also activated, flaring violently, reinforcing his body even further. In that instant, his physical strength and speed surged to an entirely new level!

CLANG!

With inhuman ease, Creed raised his spear shaft and blocked the strike.

Kent’s arms went numb. The force behind the impact rattled his bones, but before he could even process it, it got worse.

WHAM!

Creed pushed him back with monstrous strength!

Kent’s feet scraped against the ground, the force of the shove sending him skidding back several meters!

The moment he regained his balance, he looked up and froze. Creed was already attacking.

He was relentless! His spear shot forward, but this time, it was packing even more power!

BOOM!

Stage 1 Spear Intent erupted, merging with his stage 1 Lightning Intent, and the sheer force of the combined powers made the air itself crackle violently.

Kent’s heart pounded. ’This attack...’

He knew if it hit, it would break most bones in his body. But he had no choice.

Kent’s eyes flashed with determination, and without hesitation, he activated his movement technique once more.

BOOM!

His body blurred as he dodged at the last second, but he damaged himself as well.

RIP!

His legs screamed in protest. The sheer strain of the movement technique ripped open his skin, blood splattering onto the floor.

But he gritted his teeth and forced himself to keep moving. It was either that or a grievous injury, there was no other option.

Creed’s spear missed by a hair’s breadth. But as Creed turned toward him, Kent knew he couldn’t keep this up.

He wasn’t fast enough. He wasn’t strong enough as well. He couldn’t dodge forever.

His expression hardened. ’Then I’ll fight him head-on!’

With a deep breath, Kent stomped forward and let loose!

BOOM!

The red energy around him exploded, thickening at an insane rate. His strength surged, rising to new, terrifying levels.

Creed’s eyes narrowed.

Kent gripped his saber tightly. His entire body pulsed with raw power.

And then, he attacked.

Boom!