The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Alex’s grin stretched from ear to ear, a manifestation of the anticipation and confidence that coursed through him. This was his moment to shine, a culmination of the waiting since Klaus first appeared in the Lionhart Youth Training ground and seemingly outshone him. Fueled by the enigmatic gifts and boosts bestowed upon him by Arkdieu Pride, Alex couldn’t fathom how he could lose to Klaus. Pride had whispered guidance, revealing the steps he needed to take to overpower his cousin. In this heightened state of readiness, Alex’s mood soared as he patiently awaited the departure of the other trainees from the arena, signaling the imminent commencement of his long-awaited duel with Klaus.

With the departure of the other trainees and their instructors, the vast arena emptied, leaving the stage exclusively to the two prodigies. Men efficiently cleared the arena, removing the remnants of the Mythril Crystals and ensuring an uncluttered battleground for the impending clash between Alex and Klaus. The air hung heavy with anticipation, the silence punctuated only by the distant echoes of footsteps retreating to the spectator seats.

Erina handed Klaus a new training sword, the replacement for the one he had broken while demolishing the Mythril Crystal. Klaus, in a display of practiced grace, swung the new sword through the air, testing its weight and balance. All eyes in the arena were fixed upon the two prodigies, the anticipation palpable among the spectators who were on the verge of witnessing a remarkable duel.

The audience could hardly contain their excitement, poised to witness a clash between two extraordinary talents. One, capable of wielding a power output reminiscent of a swordsman at the novice swordmaster level, despite being only at the high-tier green core stage. The other, a prodigy who not only breezed through the Aequalis array in record time but also achieved the unprecedented feat of utterly destroying a Mythril Crystal.

The spectators’ eyes gleamed with anticipation as the stage was set for a confrontation that promised to be nothing short of spectacular. The air in the Lion Arena crackled with the shared expectation of witnessing a battle between two exceptional prodigies.

Seated upon his majestic golden throne, Roman Lionhart, the venerable patriarch of the Lionhart family, eagerly anticipated the unveiling of his two grandsons’ true capabilities. A subtle smile played upon his lips, a reflection of the mounting excitement within him. He sensed an impending spectacle, one that would once again captivate both him and the entire audience gathered in the Lion Arena. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Turning his gaze to Melo, his trusted right-hand man, Roman posed a question, "Who do you think will emerge victorious in this imminent clash?" His eyes remained fixed on the unfolding drama, the two grandsons slowly making their way to the center of the arena.

Melo’s response echoed through the air, tinged with calm certainty, "It will not solely hinge on raw power but on experience. Young master Alex, with the early guidance of Lord Raoul, holds the advantage in that regard." His gaze remained steadfast on the approaching prodigies.

"That is true, yet something tells me Klaus is poised for yet another surprise," Roman replied, his eyes unwavering, fixed on the spectacle unfolding before him. The patriarch’s intuition hinted at the possibility of an unforeseen twist, an anticipation that added an extra layer of intrigue to the impending duel between Klaus and Alex.

***

A disconcerting sense of peculiarity settled upon Klaus, his instincts attuned to the abnormal stillness that shrouded his mental connection with Greed. The typically loquacious entity, a constant and vocal presence in Klaus’s thoughts, now maintained an uncanny silence. It was an unsettling departure from the norm, casting an ominous shadow over the impending clash.

As Klaus scrutinized Alex, he couldn’t ignore the subtle yet perceptible aura enveloping him—a delicate manifestation of arcane energy that painted the atmosphere with an otherworldly red hue. The arcane tendrils seemed to whisper secrets of an unfolding mystery, intensifying Klaus’s unease.

’Greed?’ Klaus called out mentally, but the usual echo of Greed’s presence remained conspicuously absent. A chill gripped Klaus, a silent acknowledgment that this battle held unforeseen complexities, transcending the boundaries of a conventional duel.

A pensive thought lingered in Klaus’s mind as he assumed his position at the arena’s center, a mere ten meters from Alex. ’It should be something related to the Apostle connection, I guess.’ The ominous undertones of uncertainty clung to the air, leaving Klaus to navigate a landscape of enigmatic forces.

Despite the eerie ambiance, Klaus found a measure of reassurance in the lingering effects of the spells he had employed while destroying the Mythril Crystal. His senses, augmented by the residual magic, provided him with a heightened state—his weight, strength, and speed sustained at three times their normal capacity. A subtle confidence buoyed Klaus, even as the layers of mystery and intrigue thickened around the impending confrontation.

***

Klaus and Alex locked eyes, the weight of tension between them almost palpable. A hushed silence settled over the audience, each spectator holding their breath in anticipation of the imminent clash. The air itself seemed to thicken with the electric energy that crackled between the two prodigious combatants.

In this charged moment, Klaus and Alex both gripped their training swords with both hands, poised and ready for the signal to commence. The arena held its collective breath, and the eyes of the spectators remained fixed on the center stage, awaiting the patriarch’s signal that would unleash the impending duel between the two exceptional prodigies.

A few seconds of absolute silence hung in the air, the tension escalating with each passing moment. Then, breaking the stillness like a clap of thunder, a resounding voice echoed through the arena.

"START!!" Roman’s voice reverberated with a thunderous resonance, shaking the very foundations of the Lion Arena. The single word carried the weight of authority, and as it echoed through the vast space, it marked the commencement of the long-awaited duel between Klaus and Alex. The audience, suspended in collective anticipation, braced for the spectacle about to unfold in the wake of the patriarch’s commanding proclamation.

The arena quivered with tension as Alex initiated the first move. With a tap of his right foot, the red energy enveloping him exploded like a volcanic eruption. He surged forward at a blur-like speed toward Klaus, a crimson comet streaking through the air. However, Klaus, ever perceptive, didn’t allow Alex to catch him off guard. Infusing a touch of arcane energy into his feet, Klaus tapped the ground and swiftly dashed toward Alex.

In response to the impending clash, Klaus began the intricate process of infusing his sword. He drew upon all the natural mana he could muster, blending it seamlessly with a touch of arcane energy. Simultaneously, Alex focused the newfound energy solely on his training sword, preparing for the imminent confrontation.

The moment hung in the air, pregnant with anticipation. Then, with a resounding impact that echoed through the arena:

CLANG!!

The clash of their swords sent a seismic shockwave through the arena, the subtle tremor felt by every spectator. To Klaus’s surprise, the impact propelled him backward, forcing him to retreat about ten steps back. Alex, his smile growing, seized the moment with newfound vigor, charging towards Klaus with an unleashed fury.

In a whirlwind of motion, Alex unleashed a barrage of attacks, each strike executed with precision and swiftness. The training swords moved in a choreography of clashing metal, sparks flying with every collision. The audience, captivated by the intense spectacle, witnessed a masterful display of combat as the two Apostles engaged in a dynamic dance of skill and strength.

The air crackled with energy as Klaus, pushed on the defensive, focused on parrying Alex’s relentless assault. Each clash of their swords produced a cascade of sparks, and the arena resonated with the echoes of their intense confrontation. The crowd watched in awe as the battle unfolded, an intricate tapestry of speed and power painting the stage for a remarkable duel between these two exceptional prodigies.

In the face of Alex’s relentless assault, Klaus’s instincts kicked in, and he cast two spells in rapid succession:

Third circle magic: Hyper Reflex

Third circle magic: Slow Vision

These enchantments worked seamlessly to enhance Klaus’s perception and reaction time. Although he managed to parry each of Alex’s lightning-fast attacks, the force behind them proved formidable, constantly pushing Klaus back across the arena.

’How?’ Klaus questioned himself, perplexed by the strength Alex exhibited. The augmented spells had heightened Klaus’s strength and weight threefold, yet Alex’s relentless onslaught remained unyielding.

Without affording Klaus a moment to regain his bearings, Alex intensified his assault, unleashing an unpredictable flurry of sword slashes.

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

Klaus, with heightened senses courtesy of the spells he cast, skillfully parried each strike. The audience witnessed a dazzling display of swordsmanship, where the clash of their weapons produced a symphony of metallic echoes. The arena became a canvas of sparks and resounding blows as Klaus, despite his heightened abilities, found himself on the defensive, skillfully fending off Alex’s unpredictable and ferocious swordplay.

To the mesmerized audience, Alex and Klaus’s swordplay became a blur of movement, their blades moving at speeds barely perceptible. All that met their eyes were the showers of sparks and shockwaves that erupted with every collision of the training swords.

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Despite the elusive nature of their movements, a collective realization dawned upon the spectators – Klaus was being consistently pushed back by Alex’s relentless assault. The arena buzzed with murmurs and gasps as the two Apostles continued their enthralling dance.

"That’s enough!!" Klaus’s roar cut through the sounds of clashing swords. In response, he channeled more arcane energy into his sword, a surge of power coursing through him.

CLANG!!!!

As their swords met again, the shockwaves intensified. However, this time, it was Alex who found himself pushed back about twenty steps from Klaus. The sudden reversal in momentum captured the audience’s attention, and a hushed silence fell over the arena.

Eyes widened with anticipation as Klaus’s body and sword became enveloped in a swirling black energy. The darkness, alive with an ominous vitality, seemed to dance around him, creating an ethereal spectacle that held the audience in rapt fascination. The Lion Arena became a stage for the extraordinary, as the battle between the two Apostles reached a pivotal moment, shrouded in mystique and fueled by arcane power.