The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Klaus stood in bewildered confusion, grappling to comprehend the sudden cessation of time. Despite the temporal halt, Alex exhibited unhindered movement, mysteriously inserting something into Klaus’s body. Since that enigmatic moment, Klaus experienced a disconcerting loss of control over his own limbs. His body, seemingly animated by an external force, engaged in a sword clash with Alex. However, with each ensuing clash, Klaus felt a growing and relentless push, gradually forcing him backward, intensifying the intrigue of the unfolding situation.

The diminishing arcane energy inside him created a palpable sense of emptiness, each passing second extracting a vital essence. Control slipped away like sand through his fingers, leaving Klaus in a disorienting void. Stripped of the ability to hear or feel, he became a mere observer, a passive onlooker trapped within the shell of his own body. The unfolding drama seemed distant and muffled, a ghostly spectacle unfolding beyond his grasp. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Growing increasingly audacious, Alex unleashed a barrage of ruthless attacks upon Klaus, savoring each moment of the relentless onslaught. A malevolent grin played across Alex’s lips, vividly showcasing his sadistic pleasure derived from the unfolding turmoil. The atmosphere crackled with an ominous energy as Alex reveled in the meticulous orchestration of Klaus’s torment, his enjoyment evident in the merciless dance of their clashing blades.

CLANG!

The resonating clash of their swords echoed through the arena, a symphony of metallic fury that painted the air with tension. Klaus, caught in the whirlwind of the impact, felt the reverberations coursing through his entire being. As the clamor subsided, he found himself involuntarily hurtling backward, forced to navigate a tumultuous journey spanning fifteen uneven steps. Each footfall echoed the diminishing strength in his limbs, a silent testament to the toll exacted by the relentless duel.

In stark contrast, Alex moved forward with a measured pace, every step infused with an air of assured dominance. His sword, an extension of his unwavering resolve, gleamed with an ominous brilliance. The spectators, keenly observant of the unfolding spectacle, couldn’t escape the palpable sense that Alex was steadily tightening his grip on victory. Klaus, now breathing with the intensity of one who had conquered an arduous marathon, portrayed a visage of struggle and resilience

The trainees and instructors, who had borne witness to Klaus’s monstrous stamina during the past four months of training in the Lionhart Youth training ground, found themselves in disbelief. The transformation in their ’Little Monster’ perplexed them, for never before had Klaus shown signs of exhaustion. Now, as he stood visibly out of breath and seemingly out of shape, a collective confusion gripped the onlookers. The very essence of their bewilderment lay in the unexplained departure from Klaus’s usual indomitable endurance. The question echoed in their minds: Why?

The air hung heavy with unspoken questions as they tried to make sense of this unexpected transformation. Klaus, once the embodiment of relentless energy, seemed to have lost his usual vitality. The bewildered onlookers exchanged puzzled glances, their curiosity fueled by the mystery of Klaus’s sudden departure from the norm.

"I didn’t expect you to be this weak!" Alex’s voice reverberated loudly, reaching every corner of the Lion Arena. His tone carried a hint of disappointment, and as he spoke, his expression mirrored his unanticipated dissatisfaction with Klaus’s performance. The onlookers absorbed the declaration, and a murmur of surprise swept through the audience. The unexpected twist in the dynamics of the battle left them questioning the true extent of Klaus’s abilities and the implications of Alex’s evident disappointment.

’This guy,’ Klaus swore internally, frustration bubbling within him.

"I was expecting our duel to be a bit more entertaining, but I guess you don’t amount to much," Alex remarked casually as he strolled leisurely toward Klaus. His Arcane energy exerted a subtle force, causing small rocks in the arena to levitate in response to his passage. The disappointment in Alex’s voice lingered, casting a shadow over the unfolding events in the Lion Arena.

’After what he just did, to act like that, wow. I thought he had at least some pride as a young master from a reputable swordsman family. But I guess deep down, he was capable of doing anything to defeat me, even cheating. Ah well, I guess it’s okay.’

Klaus closed his eyes, shutting out the chaotic scene in the arena, and directed all his focus to his mental realm. The three eyes of the Ten Eyes Mantra were open, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. With deliberate intent, Klaus synchronized and harmonized the three eyes, creating a resonance that seemed to transcend the physical realm.

In the midst of this mental concentration, a subtle melodic sound echoed in Klaus’s mind.

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*DING*

[The First, Second, and Third Eyes of The Ten Eyes Mantra are resonating with The %#^%# Box]

[The %#^%# Box Control Over Your Body Has Been Nullified]

*DING*

[Your Arcane Core Has Been Temporarily Sealed By The %#^%# Box]

As Klaus slowly wrestled back control over his own body, a disconcerting sensation accompanied the relentless drain of his arcane energy. The enigmatic object, cunningly inserted by Alex, seemed to voraciously absorb the very essence of his power, creating an unsettling void within him. Yet, amid this ominous drain, Klaus stood resolute. His primary triumph lay in the restoration of control, a hard-won victory that echoed through the depths of his being. The realization that he could still draw upon natural mana and manipulate magic provided a glimmer of reassurance in the face of the mysterious forces at play.

Klaus inhaled deeply, the breath filling his lungs with newfound strength. As he exhaled, a sense of calm and determination settled over him. Even though the shroud of dark energy had dissipated, the audience could perceive the tenacity that still burned within him. Klaus’s fighting spirit remained unbroken, a silent proclamation of his resilience in the realm of arcane uncertainties.

Alex’s overconfident grin faded into uncertainty as he observed Klaus regaining control over his body.

"Surprised?" Klaus inquired, his voice cutting through the air with a coldness that sent shivers down Alex’s spine. The intensity in Klaus’s eyes made it clear – he was angered.