The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Klaus yearned for his performance to be nothing short of a theatrical masterpiece, aiming to etch an indelible mark on the minds of all the onlookers. His desire was for them to grasp the profound extent of his capabilities, to recognize that he was no ordinary trainee. In a final sweeping glance, Klaus acknowledged the maids, met eyes with Elisabeth, and exchanged a subtle nod with Ludovic. Lifting his head, he fixed his gaze on the vast expanse of the sky.

A palpable sense of anticipation saturated the air, as the audience eagerly awaited Klaus’s forthcoming display. Roman Lionhart, wearing an expectant smile, anticipated something extraordinary from the young prodigy.

’First, let’s cloak myself in natural mana to cast spells without detection,’ Klaus contemplated, closing his eyes and initiating the channeling of natural mana. A spiraling tornado of mana enveloped him, rendering him nearly invisible to the audience and Rick. All that was visible was a mesmerizing blue vortex occupying the space where Klaus stood.

’{His mastery of natural mana is truly impressive}’, Greed acknowledged in silent admiration.

Third Circle Magic: Weight Increased X3

Klaus cast his first spell, infusing his body with unprecedented weight. The ground beneath him groaned as the sheer density of his form caused the surface to crack.

Third Circle Magic: Super Strength X3

The second spell followed, augmenting his strength threefold. Despite the increased mass, Klaus moved with an uncanny agility, a testament to his extraordinary control over his enhanced physique. Not content with two spells, Klaus proceeded to unleash another.

Third Circle Magic: Ultra Speed

A subtle gray magic circle materialized under his feet before vanishing. Klaus unsheathed his training sword, raising it above his head. The natural mana tornado that had enveloped him now coiled around his weapon, creating the illusion that he bore a colossal blue vortex with his sword. Every eye in the arena remained fixated on Klaus, captivated by the unfolding spectacle of his unparalleled prowess.

With his eyes now wide open, Klaus directed his gaze toward the imposing figure of the Mythril Crystal, standing about ten meters away from him. His training sword, held with both hands raised above his head, exuded an air of anticipation. Closing his eyes once more, Klaus embarked on a visual journey into his Arcane core.

Delving into the depths of his inner mana circuit, Klaus focused on a dark ball nestled in the lower part of his navel. Roughly the size of a tennis ball, this enigmatic sphere emitted an ominous black energy, as if the essence of the energy itself possessed a life of its own. Initiating a circulation of this energy within his mana circuit, Klaus allowed it to surge outward from his body like billowing black smoke.

BRRRRRRR

A collective gasp echoed through the audience as black energy enveloped Klaus’s form.

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"Is it his elemental attribute?" Your next chapter awaits on empire

"I-I d-don’t think s-so."

"I was present during his sword selection ceremony; the patriarch said he had a great affinity with dark and light elements—maybe..."

"That’s not possible. To use elemental attributes, one needs to cover his body or sword with aura first. As you can clearly see, that tornado is just pure mana."

"Then what is that black energy?"

Speculation and confusion spread through the audience as they grappled with the enigma unfolding before them. Klaus, undeterred, allowed his arcane energy to run rampant, prompting even those close to him, including Rick, to take a cautious step back.

’Just what is that?’ Roman pondered as he stood up from his golden throne, captivated by the mysterious display unfolding before him. The Lion Arena held its breath as Klaus’s arcane prowess teased the boundaries of understanding and left everyone, including the patriarch, in awe of the unknown.

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Klaus allowed his arcane energy to surge wildly, seamlessly merging it with the tornado of natural mana swirling around his training sword. The once-blue tornado transformed into an ominous black entity, writhing and moving with an eerie sentience as if the very essence of darkness had taken form. Channeling this amalgamation of energies, Klaus condensed it into his training sword, creating a pitch-black aura that enveloped the weapon. Lowering his sword behind his back, he fixed his gaze upon the Mythril Crystal, his irises glowing with a luminous dark hue, creating an otherworldly sight that captivated the onlookers.

{You really are a drama queen, aren’t you?} Greed’s mocking tone resonated in Klaus’s mind, but he paid it no heed. The atmosphere around him grew oppressively heavy, casting a spell of anticipation over the audience. They sensed that something extraordinary was about to unfold.

As Klaus prepared for his technique, the air crackled with tension, and the spectators held their breath, caught between anxiety and excitement. The pitch-black aura surrounding Klaus’s sword intensified, creating an otherworldly glow. The onlookers couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding, as if they were witnessing a force of nature that transcended their understanding.

Sword Ink Of Destruction - Second Chapter - Third Stance: Dark Slash

In a breathtaking display of speed, Klaus seemingly blurred, moving with an uncanny agility that defied the laws of physics. He closed the distance between himself and the Mythril Crystal in the blink of an eye, leaping into the air with a grace that bordered on ethereal. The crowd watched in awe as Klaus executed a flawless downward slash, the pitch-black aura extending from his sword like a dark comet streaking through the night sky.

The Mythril Crystal, a symbol of resilience and power, succumbed to Klaus’s mastery, splitting cleanly in two. The sound of the crystal’s fracture echoed through the arena, magnified by the collective gasps of the mesmerized spectators. The atmosphere crackled with a mixture of disbelief and amazement, and a profound silence settled over the Lion Arena as Klaus landed gracefully, the remnants of the shattered crystal dissipating into sparkling dust.

Roman Lionhart, despite his stoic demeanor, couldn’t help but feel a surge of intrigue. Klaus’s display had surpassed mere skill; it hinted at an untapped depth of power and arcane mastery that left the patriarch with more questions than answers.