The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

The Lionhart Blood Awakening, an exclusive set of techniques known only to members of the direct line, was a closely guarded secret within the Lionhart family. This formidable set of techniques was divided into five gates, each more powerful and perilous than the last.

The first gate, while considered the weakest, was also the most dangerous, as it required the user to sacrifice their life force rather than relying on conventional mana. This aspect made it a double-edged sword, capable of unleashing devastating power at the cost of the practitioner’s own vitality.

The techniques of the Lionhart Blood Awakening were strictly forbidden except in the direst of circumstances, typically reserved as a last resort when facing imminent death. By invoking one of these techniques, Ygriss had flagrantly disregarded the rules set forth by the Lionhart direct members, breaking a sacred taboo within their lineage.

All the direct line members, including Roman Lionhart, watched in shock as Ygriss dared to open the first gate of the Lionhart Blood Awakening techniques. The air crackled with tension as they witnessed Ygriss defy the long-standing taboo, his actions sending ripples of disbelief and unease throughout the gathered audience.

Lionhart Blood Awakening - Forbidden Chapter - First Gate: Surge

As Ygriss delved deeper into the forbidden technique, an ominous aura enveloped him, crackling with raw power. His form began to swell, his once raven-black hair transforming into a shimmering white, and his muscles bulging with newfound strength. The seams of his black silk shirt strained and tore as his body expanded, revealing the chiseled physique beneath. It was a transformation that struck fear into the hearts of those who witnessed it, a sight both awe-inspiring and terrifying in its intensity.

The earth trembled beneath Ygriss’s feet as if it were unable to contain the sheer magnitude of his unleashed power. His aura surged forth like molten lava from a volcanic eruption, enveloping him in a blazing inferno of energy. With each passing moment, the intensity of his aura grew, resembling a raging tempest of unstoppable force.

As the transformation took hold, Ygriss’s once-vibrant green irises faded into oblivion, leaving behind only a stark white void in his eyes. It was a chilling sight to behold, as if the very essence of his being had been consumed by the overwhelming power coursing through him.

’What is that?’

As Klaus observed Ygriss’s transformation, a sense of unease crept over him like a shroud of darkness. His instincts warned him of the imminent danger emanating from his opponent, urging him to exercise caution in the face of the unknown. Despite his confident demeanor, Klaus couldn’t shake the feeling of apprehension gnawing at him from within.

"I will kill you!!!" Ygriss’s voice reverberated with rage as he lunged forward, his sword descending like a crashing wave. The sheer force of his strike created a thunderous impact as it collided with the ground.

Bang!

In a blur of motion, Klaus evaded the descending blade with the grace of a cat, narrowly escaping its deadly arc. Yet, despite his agility, the sheer force of Ygriss’s blow sent shockwaves rippling through the air, propelling Klaus backward several steps. The ground trembled beneath his feet as he landed, the force of the impact rattling his bones.

Ygriss, his eyes devoid of reason, charged forward with the ferocity of a raging storm. Each step he took sent tremors through the ground, his muscles bulging with an otherworldly strength as he closed in on the spot where Klaus had been forcefully propelled.

’F*ck’

With a quick flick of his wrist, Klaus tapped his sword against the ground, channeling his mana into a cloak of invisibility. As Ygriss charged towards him with relentless fury, Klaus disappeared from sight, his presence masked by the shimmering aura of mana that enveloped him.

Slash

With a powerful slash, Ygriss cleaved through the wall of mana that Klaus had erected around himself, the invisible barrier giving way like paper before his blade. However, to his astonishment and the wide-eyed gaze of the onlookers, Klaus had vanished without a trace, leaving only a faint shimmer of residual mana in the air.

Klaus blinked himself high into the sky, appearing like a phantom against the backdrop of the sprawling arena below.

Ygriss’s roar echoed through the arena like the bellow of an enraged beast, his voice reverberating with primal fury as he scanned the area, his senses honed to find any trace of Klaus amidst the chaos.

’Let’s end this’

With a swift and calculated motion, Klaus executed a masterful sword technique high in the sky, his movements fluid and precise despite the chaos below.

Sword Ink Of Destruction - Fourth Chapter- first stance: Black Comet

Descending from the sky like a comet streaking through the heavens, Klaus began to spin on himself, his sword pointing downward as if guiding his descent. Arcane energy swirled around him, enveloping him in a dazzling display of power, resembling the fiery tail of a comet blazing through the night sky.

The spectators gazed skyward in awe, their eyes fixed on the breathtaking sight of what appeared to be a dark comet hurtling earthward with astounding speed and power. Whispers of amazement rippled through the crowd as they beheld the spectacle unfolding above them.

"What’s happening? Is that... Klaus?"

"How did he just appear in the sky like that?"

"It’s like he teleported or something!"

"What kind of ominous technique is he using?"

The spectators were abuzz with excitement and confusion, their voices rising in a chorus of astonishment as they watched Klaus seemingly materialize in the sky and unleash a mysterious and powerful technique.

As the air around him grew heavy with anticipation, Ygriss instinctively raised his head to the heavens, his eyes widening in disbelief at the sight unfolding before him. Above, a celestial spectacle was taking shape—a luminous streak streaking across the sky, its descent marked by an otherworldly black brilliance that seemed to defy the laws of nature.

Driven by the unrelenting surge of power from the forbidden Lionhart Blood Awakening technique he had invoked, Ygriss found himself propelled into a state devoid of rationality, consumed by a primal fury that clouded his judgment like a tempest engulfing a ship at sea. In his blind pursuit of domination, he committed a grave error—one that, under normal circumstances, he would have never dared to make, like a lion blindly charging into a trap set by its prey. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Ygriss, his senses overwhelmed by the potent cocktail of anger and desperation, reacted instinctively as the dark comet hurtled towards him. With a primal roar, he launched himself skyward, the ground quaking beneath his powerful leap. His sword, gleaming with a dim aura of its own, was raised high, ready to intercept the impending onslaught.

But as he ascended, the world around him seemed to slow. The atmosphere thickened with tension, the air crackling with latent energy. The spectators below watched with bated breath, their murmurs hushed into an awed silence as they witnessed the unfolding spectacle.

Above them, in the expanse of the sky, Klaus descended like a harbinger of doom. His form, shrouded in swirling arcane energy, seemed to merge with the darkness of the heavens, his silhouette etched against the backdrop of the setting sun.

As he descended, Klaus began to spin, his movements fluid yet deliberate. His sword, an extension of his will, traced a mesmerizing pattern in the air, leaving trails of crackling energy in its wake. The arcane power that enveloped him pulsed with a sinister glow, casting an eerie light that illuminated the sky with an otherworldly radiance.

The spectators below watched in awe as Klaus descended with the grace of a celestial being, his descent unhurried yet inexorable. Some whispered prayers, while others simply stared in silent reverence, their eyes fixed on the impending clash between titans.

Meanwhile, Ygriss soared towards the heavens, his heart pounding with a mixture of fear and determination. As he neared the apex of his leap, he braced himself for the impact, his grip on his sword tightening with a white-knuckled intensity.

Then, in a blinding flash of movement, their paths intersected.

The clash was cataclysmic. The force of the impact reverberated through the air like a thunderclap, sending shockwaves rippling across the sky. The spectators below shielded their eyes from the blinding light, their senses overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of the collision.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The world held its breath as the two forces clashed, locked in a fierce battle of wills. The sky itself seemed to groan in protest, unable to contain the raw power that surged through its veins.

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And then, with a deafening roar, the heavens erupted.

The explosion was a dazzling display of light and sound, a symphony of chaos that painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold. The shockwave rippled outwards, shaking the very foundations of the earth below. The spectators were thrown to the ground, their cries lost amidst the deafening cacophony.

When the dust finally settled, a scene of devastation greeted the onlookers below. The ground lay torn asunder, its once-pristine surface scarred by the ferocity of the battle. Smoke and debris hung in the air, casting a pall over the scene of destruction.

And amidst the wreckage, Klaus stood triumphant.

His form was battered and bruised, his clothes torn and tattered. But his eyes burned with an inner fire, a testament to the indomitable spirit that resided within him. He had emerged victorious from the crucible of battle, his strength and resolve unyielding in the face of adversity.