The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

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Klaus staggered, his body heavy with exhaustion. Every labored breath felt like a struggle, each inhalation burning his lungs with a searing intensity. He leaned heavily on his sword, the weight of his fatigue bearing down on him like a leaden cloak.

His limbs trembled with the effort of standing, the strain of battle evident in every line etched into his weary frame. His once-pristine clothes were now torn and bloodied, the fabric clinging to his skin like a second layer of skin. Each movement sent a wave of pain coursing through his body, a constant reminder of the brutal ordeal he had endured.

The cuts and bruises that marred his flesh throbbed with a dull ache, the sensation pulsating with every beat of his heart. His skin was a patchwork of crimson and purple, a testament to the ferocity of the battle that had raged around him. Yet despite the pain, Klaus stood tall, his gaze steady and unwavering.

He had faced death head-on and emerged victorious, his spirit unbroken by the trials he had endured. But now, as the adrenaline of battle began to ebb away, he was left with nothing but the harsh reality of his injuries. Every movement was a testament to his resilience, every step a testament to his indomitable will.

Klaus felt the strain of the technique he had just unleashed coursing through every fiber of his being. It was as if every cell in his body rebelled against the overwhelming power he had wielded. Even with the aid of his magic spells, which had bolstered his physical capabilities, the sheer magnitude of the technique had taken its toll.

His muscles screamed in protest, protesting against the intense exertion they had been subjected to. The arcane energy that had fueled his attack now ebbed away, leaving him feeling drained and depleted. Every movement was an agony, every breath a struggle against the weight of his exhaustion.

But Klaus refused to succumb to the pain. He gritted his teeth against the burning sensation that flared up with every heartbeat, pushing himself to his limits and beyond. The battle may have been won, but the war raged on, and he would not allow himself to falter now.

With a supreme effort of will, Klaus straightened his posture, drawing upon the reserves of strength that lay deep within him. He took a slow, steadying breath, centering himself amidst the chaos of his battered body. The wounds that littered his flesh throbbed with a dull ache, but he ignored them, focusing instead on the task at hand.

His vision swam with dark spots, the edges of his consciousness threatening to fray. Yet through sheer force of will, Klaus fought to maintain his grip on reality, refusing to let himself slip into oblivion. He was a warrior, a fighter, and he would not allow himself to be defeated by mere exhaustion.

The aftermath of their clash was a scene of devastation, reminiscent of a battlefield strewn with the wreckage of war. The ground lay torn and rent asunder, as if a colossal force had rent it apart, leaving behind a gaping crater where Ygriss lay motionless amidst the chaos.

Klaus surveyed the scene with a mixture of awe and trepidation, unsure of the fate that had befallen his opponent. The technique he had unleashed, amplified by his heightened physical state and the altitude from which he had descended, had wrought untold destruction upon the earth below.

As he gazed down into the depths of the crater, Klaus couldn’t help but wonder whether Ygriss still drew breath or if he had succumbed to the overwhelming force of their final clash. The thought gnawed at his mind, filling him with a sense of uncertainty and apprehension.

Despite the victory he had achieved, Klaus couldn’t shake the feeling of doubt that lingered within him. Ygriss’s reckless decision to meet his technique head-on had caught him off guard, revealing a lapse in judgment that was uncharacteristic of someone with his purported battle experience.

Had Ygriss not made that fatal mistake, Klaus mused, would he have emerged victorious without revealing his true nature as a mage? It was a question that haunted him, casting a shadow of doubt over the triumph he had secured.

But amidst the uncertainty and the aftermath of their fierce battle, Klaus remained resolute. He had faced his opponent with all the strength and skill at his disposal, and he had emerged triumphant.

Klaus’s gaze fell upon the wreckage below, his cold blue eyes piercing through the chaos to assess the state of his fallen opponent. Ygriss lay amidst the rubble, his left arm and leg seemingly vanished in the aftermath of their clash. Klaus’s brow furrowed with uncertainty, unsure whether Ygriss still drew breath or if he had succumbed to the devastating force of their battle. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

The spectators, meanwhile, sat in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief at the spectacle unfolding before them. The boy wonder, as Klaus had come to be known, had once again defied all expectations. From his triumph in the Aequalis Array to shattering the Mythril crystal and engaging in a fierce battle with Alex, Klaus had proven time and again that he was a force to be reckoned with.

But to defeat a swordmaster at the mere age of twelve was a feat that surpassed even the wildest imagination. It was unheard of in the entire continent, a testament to Klaus’s unparalleled skill and prowess on the battlefield.

As murmurs rippled through the audience, a sense of awe and disbelief washed over them. They had witnessed history in the making, a moment that would be recounted for generations to come. The boy wonder had once again defied all odds, cementing his place as a legend in the annals of Xyros history.

"What just happened?"

"The boy wonder did it again!!"

"The F*ck! He just defeated a swordmaster"

"How is that possible?"

"I’m not even sure if I’m fully awake, everything this kid did looks like something from a fairytale"

"I know right!"

"That kid is..."

"He is a monster!"

"Right!? that’s the only way we can describe him"

"Wait, he won the duel! Does that mean that.."

"Oh my Lord! it means that Lord Raoul will have to kneel and apologize to his parents!"

"Crazy!!!"

"Will he really do it?"

"Did you forget that the patriarch is here?"

"Damn something really bizarre will happen very soon"

The chatter among the audience swelled to a crescendo as the realization of Klaus’s victory dawned on them. Their voices blended into a cacophony of disbelief and excitement, echoing through the stands like a bustling market square. Each comment and question added to the fervor, creating an atmosphere of anticipation tinged with uncertainty.

Noticing the growing disturbance among the spectators, Roman Lionhart, though his emotions were a tumultuous mix, cleared his throat and boomed in a voice that echoed like thunder.

"SILENCE!"

The entire audience snapped to attention at the sudden, commanding voice of Roman, their bodies covered in goosebumps from the sheer force of his words.

"Melo!" Roman’s voice thundered, and as if appearing out of thin air, Melo suddenly materialized in the crater where Ygriss had fallen due to Klaus’s incredible sword technique.

Melo’s gloved hand reached out to touch Ygriss’s neck, seeking his pulse. Under his enigmatic mask, Melo’s expression turned somber, his brows furrowing with concern. Experience tales at empire

"MEDICS!! BRING THE MEDICS HERE, NOW!!!" Melo’s shout rang out across the arena, and within moments, a team of individuals dressed in green-like uniforms rushed onto the scene.

They hastened toward the massive crater where Ygriss lay, immediately beginning to assess his condition. Their expressions grew increasingly grim as they checked Ygriss’s pulse, realizing the severity of his injuries.

With urgency, they carefully lifted Ygriss onto a stretcher, their movements swift yet gentle as they hurried him out of the arena to receive urgent medical attention - if there was still a chance to save him.

Klaus observed the unfolding scene with an indifferent expression, his features betraying none of the thoughts swirling within his mind. Whether Ygriss lived or perished held little consequence for him; his sole desire was for Roman to acknowledge his victory and compel Raoul to offer the required apology to Klaus’s parents.

As if attuned to Klaus’s innermost thoughts, Roman’s voice cut through the tense atmosphere with a grim tone. "The duel is over! Klaus Lionhart is the victor," he declared, his words resounding throughout the audience, leaving them uncertain of how to react.

With a fluid motion, Roman rose from his golden throne, traversing the space with an almost ethereal grace until he stood beside Klaus. The suddenness of his movement left Klaus frozen in place, his body tense as Roman’s gentle touch landed upon his shoulder.

"To be honest, I didn’t expect you to defeat Ygriss, and the fact that you put him in that state makes me even more perplexed," Roman remarked calmly, his hand resting lightly on Klaus’s shoulder.

Klaus remained frozen, his body tensed by the unexpected appearance of Roman. He struggled to form a response, overwhelmed by the shock of Roman’s sudden presence. Slowly, he turned to face Roman, lifting his head to meet the patriarch’s gaze, his own stature requiring him to tilt his head upward to fully meet Roman’s eyes.

"We have a lot of things to talk about, don’t you think?" Roman’s voice rumbled like distant thunder, carrying an ominous weight that seemed to linger in the air around them, wrapping Klaus in an invisible cloak of tension.

Klaus felt the weight of Roman’s words press down on him, his breath caught in his throat as he struggled to maintain his composure. The sudden shift in atmosphere sent shivers down his spine, the gravity of the situation sinking in as he realized the magnitude of what was about to unfold.

With a deliberate inhale, Klaus steadied himself before responding, his voice carefully measured despite the racing thoughts in his mind. "I don’t know, what do we need to talk about? Except for my parents’ unfair treatment."

Roman’s smile seemed to stretch unnaturally wide, the corners of his lips curling up with a chilling intensity that sent a shiver down Klaus’s spine. His voice dropped to a low whisper, carrying an underlying threat that made Klaus’s blood run cold. "Well, for starters..." Roman’s words hung in the air like a heavy fog, thick with anticipation and foreboding.

The glow of Roman’s blue eyes seemed to intensify, casting an ethereal light that mirrored the cold depths of a frozen lake. Klaus couldn’t tear his gaze away, transfixed by the eerie brilliance that seemed to pierce through the darkness surrounding them.

"How can you use magic?" Roman’s question cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and probing, demanding an answer that Klaus was not prepared to give.