The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family

Chapter 69 - 69

klaus’s visage turned ice-cold, a manifestation of a hidden rage discernible only to alex. the frigid anger emanating from klaus’s icy blue eyes went unnoticed by the spectators, but alex sensed the ominous killing intent that lingered in the air.

alex involuntarily took a step back, a flicker of uncertainty briefly clouding his countenance. the momentum of his advance towards klaus halted momentarily, resembling a dancer momentarily thrown off balance. it was as if an enigmatic force whispered subtle cautions into his ears. however, in the next heartbeat, a resurgence of self-assurance painted his features. his confident smile returned, now carrying a touch of intrigue, as if he had unraveled a cryptic puzzle.

"what can you even do in your current state?" alex said, a smirk playing on his lips. he was well aware that klaus’s arcane energy was sealed. in his mind, and under the subtle influence of the mysterious presence murmuring in his ears, klaus appeared as a mere shadow of his former self. the atmosphere crackled with suspense as alex taunted klaus, fully confident in his perceived advantage.

"you will soon understand for yourself," klaus replied, his voice cutting through the tension-laden air. in that moment, any remnants of empathy he might have felt toward the one he considered a mere child dissipated into the ether. the shadows of his past life’s cold-blooded nature enveloped him, shrouding the arena in an eerie chill.

"you’re all talk; let me show you what real power looks like," alex scoffed, a wicked gleam in his eyes as he intensified the swirling red arcane energy enveloping him. with a burst of supernatural speed, he lunged towards klaus, the air crackling with the unrestrained energy of their impending clash.nôv(el)b\\jnn

as alex’s blade sliced through the air with a sharp whistling sound, klaus reacted with a burst of natural mana. he propelled himself off the ground, soaring into the sky with a grace that mirrored the flight of a bird. the arena below seemed to shrink in perspective as klaus ascended, leaving alex’s slashing attack futile, a mere dance with the wind.

"how foolish, now you can no longer dodge," alex taunted with sarcasm as he seamlessly executed his sword technique.

lionhart flames art of destruction - seventh move: crimson light blade

in a mesmerizing display of skill, alex spun his sword with unparalleled precision. the combination of his internal energy and the swirling arcane power enveloping his body created a dazzling spectacle. with a graceful and deliberate movement, he elevated his sword to the heavens, as though seeking to breach the celestial barrier itself. the air crackled with the intensity of his impending strike.

as alex’s energy blade surged through the swirling tornado of klaus’s natural mana, it ruthlessly dispersed the magical tempest. a collective gasp echoed through the arena as onlookers, including alex himself, anticipated klaus’s reemergence. yet, to their astonishment, klaus seemed to have vanished into thin air, leaving only the dissipating remnants of his protective cloak. the sudden turn of events left the audience in suspense, their eyes scanning the arena for any sign of klaus’s next move.

in a swift and unexpected move, klaus materialized mere seconds later beside alex, catching both the young apostle and the entire audience off guard. the sudden reappearance left a ripple of surprise and intrigue among the spectators, who struggled to comprehend the speed and finesse displayed by klaus in closing the distance.

utilizing the swirling currents of natural mana, klaus focused the ethereal energy into the core of his clenched fist. with precision and determination, he unleashed a devastating blow directly into alex’s midsection. the sheer force of the impact sent ripples through the arcane field, creating a shockwave that reverberated through the arena. as alex was propelled backward, his body tore through the air with an explosive bang, colliding forcefully with the unforgiving surface of the nearby wall.

the resounding crack echoed through the arena as alex’s body collided with the unyielding surface of the wall. the impact left visible cracks in the structure, a testament to the sheer force behind the collision. as alex slumped to the ground, the harsh coughs that followed expelled a mouthful of blood, staining the ground beneath him. the audience, gripped by the sudden turn of events, watched in stunned silence as the once-confident apostle now grappled with the aftermath of klaus’s unexpected counterattack. experience more on empire

*ding*

[first blood]

[the trait gluttony lv1 is activating...]

[the trait gluttony lv1 absorbed a small portion of the target’s blood]

[all stats increased by 1]

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