The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family-Chapter 123 A Sword and the Domain (2)

The fight raged within the shimmering confines of Caidon Veynar's sword domain, an illusory world born of the swordsman's will and mastery. This was the hallmark of a Swordmaster—a conjured reality where their power reigned supreme. Every domain was unique, shaped by the caster's character, experiences, and abilities. Caidon's domain was particularly striking, a battlefield steeped in swirling, suffocating mist that distorted light and sound, making perception and movement a challenge.

For Klaus, this was both a trial and an opportunity.

Sword domains were not new to him; in his past life as Klaus Zagerfield, the mage, he had encountered many Swordmasters. Yet now, as a Swordmaster himself rather than just being a mage, he felt the weight of Caidon's creation pressing against him. Each step was harder, the air itself resisting his movements, and his perception of time and space wavered within the misty confines. It was clear that Caidon was nearing the advanced level of the Swordmaster stage—while his domain was not yet perfected, it was leagues ahead of most.

Caidon moved like a shadow through the mist, his blade carving deadly arcs that Klaus narrowly evaded. The rogue swordsman's strikes were relentless, each one amplified by the domain's subtle effects. In this world, his strikes were faster, his footwork more fluid. He was a predator in his element, and Klaus was his prey.

But Klaus was no ordinary opponent.

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Inside Klaus's inner world, his four activated eyes of the Ten Eyes Mantra burned with unrelenting brilliance. Within each eye, a spinning magic circle hummed with raw power. These circles, the manifestation of his magecraft, allowed him to silently weave spells with terrifying efficiency. As a fourth-circle mage, his mastery over magic had reached a point where spellcasting required neither incantations nor gestures. And within the domain, the subtle fluctuations of his magic went unnoticed.

He began layering spells—silent enhancements to his speed and strength, reinforcing his body with a lattice of arcane energy. Unlike mana, which mages and swordsmen typically used, arcane energy was a volatile, primal force unique to a selected few. It surged within him, a byproduct of his apostolic nature and the condition of his birth. His arcane energy spilled over, dark and sinister, enveloping his form in a faint, eerie aura.

"What… what is that?" one noble whispered, his voice tinged with awe and fear.

"Is it… his aura? It doesn't look natural," another murmured.

To the onlookers beyond the domain, this aura was puzzling. Arcane energy was a mystery to most, and the spectators could only whisper about the peculiar, almost otherworldly glow that surrounded Klaus.

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Inside the domain, however, Klaus was acutely aware of his limits. The sword he wielded was not Greed, his true weapon, but an ordinary blade. Infusing too much arcane energy into it would shatter the weapon. For now, he allowed only a thin veil of arcane energy to coat the blade, just enough to enhance its sharpness and durability.

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Caidon's laughter echoed through the mist as he launched another flurry of attacks. "Is this all the Lionhart prodigy can do? A child praised as the youngest Swordmaster in history? Pathetic." Discover more content at novelbuddy.com

Klaus sidestepped a thrust, his movements deceptively calm. His mind, however, was anything but. He had not slept properly for days, his body still recovering from the torment of his nightmares. Fatigue clawed at him, and his patience wore thin. The world around him seemed hazy, but his instincts remained sharp.

Caidon lunged again, his blade aimed at Klaus's heart. With a flick of his wrist, Klaus parried the strike, the clash of steel reverberating through the domain. The force behind Caidon's attack pushed Klaus back, his boots skidding across the uneven ground.

"Your domain is impressive," Klaus said, his voice low and even. "But it's not perfect."

Caidon snarled, his pride stung. "A boy dares to lecture me?"

Klaus's lips curled into a cold smile. "I've faced worse."

Klaus's words were not idle boasts. He understood the mechanics of sword domains better than most. These illusory worlds were more than mere displays of power—they were extensions of the caster's will, each one a reflection of their soul. A perfected domain could control everything within its radius, bending reality itself. But such mastery required years of refinement, and Caidon's domain, for all its power, had cracks.

The mist that shrouded the battlefield was disorienting, but Klaus's heightened senses and the subtle threads of magic he had cast allowed him to map the area. He noted the faint patterns in the mist's movement, the rhythm of Caidon's attacks, and the areas where the domain's influence faltered.

"Let's test its limits," Klaus murmured to himself.

Caidon charged again, his strikes a blur of steel and fury. Klaus met each one with calculated precision, his movements growing sharper, faster. The enhancements from his spells were taking effect, pushing his physical abilities beyond their natural limits. To an outside observer, it seemed as though Klaus had found a second wind.

With a sudden burst of speed, Klaus closed the gap between them, his blade singing through the air. Caidon barely managed to block, the force of the impact driving him back. Klaus pressed the attack, his strikes relentless and unyielding. Each swing of his sword was imbued with arcane energy, the dark aura around the blade slicing through the mist like a beacon.

Caidon's confidence began to waver. "What… what are you?"

Klaus's cold blue eyes bore into him, unflinching. "Your reckoning."

The mist around them swirled violently, reacting to the escalating clash. Klaus could feel the strain on his borrowed weapon, the blade trembling under the pressure of his arcane energy. He needed to end this soon.

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Desperation flickered in Caidon's eyes as he staggered back, his breathing ragged. "You're strong," he admitted, his voice laced with grudging respect. "Stronger than I expected. But you're not invincible."

He raised his blade high, the air around him crackling with energy. The mist thickened, coalescing into a vortex that radiated raw power. Klaus recognized the shift immediately—Caidon was about to push his domain to its limit.

"This is my domain," Caidon roared, his voice reverberating through the air. "And here, I am the master!"

The ground beneath Klaus's feet trembled as the domain solidified, the swirling mist giving way to a bleak, barren landscape. The oppressive force that weighed on Klaus intensified, pressing against him like an iron vice.

Then, with a flash of light, Caidon's sword domain reached its apex. The world within the domain was now fully formed, a testament to the rogue swordsman's near-advanced mastery. Shadows danced across the barren terrain, and the air hummed with an ominous energy.

Klaus's smile widened, his expression cold and unyielding. He stepped forward, the dark aura around him flaring. Inside his inner world, the magic circles within his eyes spun faster, their power surging through him.

"If this is your best," Klaus said, his voice low and mocking, "then you've already lost."

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The crowd outside the domain watched in stunned silence, their eyes fixed on the swirling vortex of energy. To them, it was a spectacle, a clash of titans that defied comprehension. Whispers spread like wildfire, speculation and awe mingling in equal measure.

Inside the domain, Klaus stood unfazed, his gaze locked onto Caidon. His body hummed with power, every muscle coiled like a predator ready to strike. As he raised his blade, his arcane energy flared brighter, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield.

The fight was far from over.