The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

The collision of Ygriss’s aura and Klaus’s arcane energy erupted in a cataclysmic explosion, sending shockwaves rippling through the arena. The force of the blast was so intense that it propelled both combatants backward, their bodies skidding across the ground as they struggled to regain their footing.

As the dust settled and the echoes of the explosion faded, Ygriss and Klaus rose to their feet, their faces etched with determination. Despite the ferocity of their clash, neither showed any signs of backing down.

"Not bad," Klaus remarked, a playful smirk playing on his lips as he locked eyes with Ygriss.

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Ygriss’s mind raced as he struggled to comprehend the situation unfolding before him. Here he was, a seasoned warrior at the pinnacle of his training, facing off against a mere child barely twelve years old. Yet despite his experience and mastery of the sword, he found himself locked in a fierce struggle with this young upstart.

The murmurs and whispers of the spectators only added to Ygriss’s mounting frustration. He could sense their astonishment, their disbelief that someone so young could hold his own against a swordsman of his caliber. His pride, wounded by the realization that their duel was evenly matched, gnawed at him like a festering wound.

How was this possible? Ygriss questioned himself, his thoughts a turbulent maelstrom of confusion and doubt. He had trained tirelessly, honing his skills and pushing himself to the limits of his abilities, yet here he stood, locked in a stalemate with a child who had barely begun his journey.

Anger flared within Ygriss, a seething inferno fueled by wounded pride and frustration. He tightened his grip on his sword, his knuckles white with the force of his grasp. No, he refused to be bested by a mere child. He would show them all, he vowed silently, that he was still the superior swordsman, no matter the odds.

Klaus’s playful smile served as fuel to Ygriss’s already simmering rage, stoking the fires of his anger to a roaring inferno. His mind echoed with a singular, resolute determination: Klaus must die. Casting aside all semblance of reason, Ygriss became fixated on the singular objective of delivering Klaus’s demise, his thoughts consumed by an unrelenting thirst for retribution. In that moment, he cared not for the ramifications of his actions nor the wishes of his father, Raoul; his entire being was consumed by the overwhelming desire to exact vengeance upon the one who dared challenge his dominance.

With every fiber of his being ablaze with fury, Ygriss unleashed a tempest of destructive energy, his entire being pulsating with the fervor of his animosity. In his mind, there existed only one path forward: the complete and utter annihilation of Klaus, regardless of the consequences.

As Ygriss enveloped himself in the radiant glow of his light cyan aura, he readied himself to unleash his most formidable swordsmanship technique, channeling every ounce of his rage and determination into the impending strike. Sensing the shift in Ygriss’s energy, Klaus’s smile grew even more playful, a manifestation of his unwavering confidence amidst the escalating intensity of their duel. Lost in the ebb and flow of their confrontation, Klaus harbored a singular desire: to assert his dominance over Ygriss and match his adversary’s power with a display that would captivate the entire audience.

As Klaus unleashed the full extent of his arcane energy, a wild and untamed force surged through his entire being, causing the ground beneath them to tremble and quake in response. The audience watched with wide-eyed astonishment as Ygriss and Klaus became enveloped in a swirling maelstrom of cyan and dark aura, each emanating their respective energies with an intensity that seemed to rival the eruption of a volcano. The air crackled with anticipation as the two adversaries stood locked in a tense standoff, their auras intertwining in a dazzling display of power and determination.

Ygriss surged forward with a blur of motion, his body a streak of lightning as he unleashed his formidable sword technique.

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With a fluid motion, Ygriss’s movement transformed into a ferocious wave of energy, resembling a mighty surge crashing upon the shore with devastating force, obliterating everything in its path.

Klaus observed Ygriss’s destructive sword technique with an exhilarated grin, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. Ignoring the gazes of the mesmerized onlookers, he shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice ringing out with unbridled enthusiasm.

"Excellent! Let’s see whose technique reigns supreme!"

With a resounding battle cry, Klaus channeled the entirety of his arcane energy into his training sword, the power swirling and crackling around him like a tempest waiting to be unleashed. Planting his feet firmly on the ground, he swung his sword in a swift upward arc.

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As Klaus’s blade sliced through the air, a surge of dark energy erupted from the ground, coalescing into the form of a majestic dragon. The creature soared upwards with a roar, its ink-black form contrasting sharply against the sky as it met Ygriss’s onslaught head-on.

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A deafening boom echoed across the arena as the clash between Ygriss and Klaus unleashed a cataclysmic explosion. The ground quaked violently, and a massive, multi-colored bubble of energy enveloped the area, threatening to consume everything in its path.

Rick and Erina sprang into action, their faces etched with determination as they hurried to erect a protective barrier around the spectators. With swift movements, they conjured a formidable shield, their combined efforts creating a shimmering barrier that encased the audience like a transparent dome.

The impact of the collision was so intense that even the barrier set up by Rick and Erina began to buckle under the strain. Hairline fractures spread across its surface like intricate webs, the immense force threatening to breach the protective shield and expose the spectators to the full brunt of the explosion.

Roman, observing the tumultuous clash with wide-eyed wonder, couldn’t suppress the broad grin that spread across his face. It was as if he were a child set loose in a grand candy shop, his excitement boundless and infectious.

Here was Klaus, the very embodiment of unexpected brilliance, defying all odds. Roman marveled at the sight before him, his heart swelling with pride and astonishment. Klaus, a mere twelve-year-old, stood toe-to-toe with Ygriss, a seasoned swordmaster with a high-tier cyan core. It was an unparalleled display of skill and determination, defying the norms and expectations of the world.

The pure blood of Lionhart coursed through Klaus’s veins, a testament to the legacy of their lineage. Never before had such a remarkable scenario unfolded. Ygriss, at eighteen, had already achieved the prestigious status of a swordmaster, a feat in itself. Yet Klaus, a fraction of his age, held his own against this seasoned warrior.

Roman couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer audacity of it all. Klaus, who had shattered continental records and destroyed a Mythril crystal with unparalleled prowess, now stood firm against a formidable opponent, challenging the very fabric of reality.

It was a moment that defied explanation, a testament to Klaus’s indomitable spirit and unwavering determination. The grandson whom many had dismissed as weak or inconsequential now stood as a beacon of hope and possibility, rewriting the rules with every stroke of his blade.

As Roman watched, his heart swelled with pride and admiration for the young boy who had surpassed all expectations. Klaus was not just his grandson; he was a force to be reckoned with, a symbol of resilience and strength in the face of adversity. And for that, Roman couldn’t help but smile like a child in a candy shop, reveling in the boundless possibilities that lay ahead.

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The collision of Klaus and Ygriss’s swords erupted into a blinding cascade of luminous energy, tearing through the surroundings with unstoppable force. The sheer intensity of their clash sent shockwaves rippling outward, obliterating everything in its path and propelling both combatants backward until they violently collided with the extremities of the arena wall.

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Klaus couldn’t suppress a grimace as he coughed up a mouthful of blood, the impact rattling his entire being. Yet, despite the pain coursing through his body, his lips curved into a defiant smile, his resolve unyielding.

’I see,’ Klaus thought, his mind clear even amidst the chaos. "So my current limit is equal to someone at the swordmaster level. Haha, good to know."

With unwavering determination, Klaus pushed himself off the ground, his gaze fixed on Ygriss with renewed focus. Though bloodied and bruised, his spirit remained unbroken, fueled by the revelation of his own potential.

Ygriss’s heart churned with a mixture of shame and frustration. Despite unleashing his full power, Klaus had not only held his ground but also matched his every move. How could he, an experienced warrior with years of battle under his belt, be bested by a mere twelve-year-old? The realization gnawed at his pride, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Driven by a sense of shamelessness that contradicted his usual prideful demeanor, Ygriss made an unexpected decision.

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