The Genius Mage Was Reincarnated Into A Swordsman Family - Chapter 248

Chapter 248: Golden Dominance
The Grand Arena hummed with anticipation, its tiered stone seating filled beyond capacity as Éclair’s entire complement abandoned routine duties to witness Alex Lionhart’s unprecedented challenge. Officers occupied the front rows, their rigid postures betraying professional interest beneath skeptical expressions. Behind them, regular soldiers jostled for better views, wagering among themselves how many duels the young Lionhart would survive before inevitable exhaustion claimed him.

Sunlight filtered through gathering storm clouds, casting dramatic shadows across the arena floor where servants made final preparations—checking the boundary markers, sweeping away debris, ensuring the ceremonial challenge platform remained perfectly centered. The five challenged officers stood in a separate alcove, isolated from the crowd’s energy as they mentally prepared for the confrontations ahead.

Alex waited alone in the challenger’s chamber, eyes closed as he regulated his breathing. The golden energy flowing through his veins remained carefully controlled, suppressed to prevent any visible manifestation that might betray his transformation. Sovereign’s Reach lay across his lap, its polished surface reflecting the chamber’s dim light.

~They await a spectacle,~ Pride observed within Alex’s mind. ”

~But not the one they will receive.~

“Five victories,” Alex replied silently. “Each more decisive than the last. A demonstration, not a struggle.”

~Indeed. Though remember our agreement—restrict your displays to what appears merely exceptional, not supernatural.~

Alex opened his eyes as the chamber door swung inward. Captain Yenova stood in the entrance, her expression carefully composed though tension radiated from her rigid posture.

“The Arena is prepared,” she stated, studying her nephew with uncharacteristic intensity. “The challenges will proceed in ascending order of rank, as requested.”

Alex rose smoothly, Sovereign’s Reach finding its sheath with fluid precision. “Thank you, Captain.”

Yenova held his gaze longer than protocol demanded, searching for something beyond his carefully maintained exterior. “You understand the significance of what you attempt today? Five consecutive victories would be unprecedented in Éclair’s history.”

“I understand completely.” A thin smile touched Alex’s lips, not reaching his eyes.

“Then I wish you success—appropriate to your abilities.” Her emphasis on the final words carried subtle warning, as if suspecting something beyond conventional understanding lay beneath his confidence.

Alex followed his aunt through the narrow corridor leading to the arena floor, their footsteps echoing against ancient stone. When they emerged into sunlight, the crowd’s murmuring intensified, hundreds of voices creating a wave of sound that washed across the arena.

Captain Yenova assumed her position at the ceremonial dais, raising her hand for silence. The crowd quieted immediately, discipline reasserting itself despite the anticipation permeating the atmosphere.

“Today we witness an unprecedented challenge,” she announced, her voice carrying to the farthest seats without apparent effort. “Lieutenant Alex Lionhart has invoked the right of advancement through challenge against five officers of ascending rank. In accordance with Éclair tradition, victory in each duel will confirm promotion to the defeated’s rank, should the challenger prove worthy.”

Her gaze swept the assembled crowd. “The duels will proceed consecutively without rest periods. Conventional standards of honorable combat apply. Medical intervention will be permitted only between individual confrontations, not during active duels.”

Alex approached the center of the arena floor, bowing formally toward Yenova, then toward the alcove where his opponents waited. His movements carried perfect precision—neither hurried nor hesitant, betraying nothing of the supernatural power he contained.

“Call forth the first challenger,” Yenova commanded.

An officer emerged from the alcove, his insignia marking him as Section Commander Ralen—a competent fighter with fifteen years of experience, known for methodical technique rather than brilliance. He approached with measured confidence, his expression revealing neither arrogance nor doubt as he assumed his position opposite Alex.

They drew their blades simultaneously, steel gleaming in the filtered sunlight. The crowd fell silent as Yenova raised her hand once more.

“Begin.”

Ralen attacked immediately, closing distance with practiced efficiency. His opening sequence—a classic Éclair combination designed to test an opponent’s reflexes while revealing potential weaknesses—flowed with technical perfection honed through years of training.

Alex parried the first strike, then the second, movements so precisely calibrated they appeared almost choreographed. Where Ralen’s technique demonstrated disciplined study, Alex’s responses revealed something beyond mere training—an intuitive understanding of combat that transcended conventional learning.

The crowd leaned forward as blades clashed, the metallic song of steel against steel ringing across the arena. For thirty seconds, the duel appeared evenly matched, Ralen’s experience countering Alex’s youth and agility.

~Enough observation,~ Pride’s voice whispered in Alex’s mind. ~Show them a glimpse.~

Alex shifted stance subtly, transitioning from defensive parries to measured offense. His blade began moving with increasingly fluid grace, each stroke flowing into the next with mathematical precision. Ralen’s confident expression faltered as he found himself retreating, his carefully constructed sequences disrupted by attacks that anticipated his movements before he made them.

Within two minutes, the duel’s momentum had reversed completely. Ralen fought with increasing desperation, sweat beading on his forehead as Alex pressed forward with relentless precision. The crowd’s murmuring grew louder, surprise evident as the younger fighter dominated a respected officer.

The end came suddenly. Alex executed a complex feint that drew Ralen’s blade out of position, followed by a lightning-fast riposte that somehow circumvented the officer’s secondary defense. Sovereign’s Reach stopped precisely at Ralen’s throat, its edge dimpling skin without drawing blood.

Silence filled the arena. The duel had lasted barely three minutes.

“Yield,” Ralen acknowledged, genuine bewilderment in his eyes.

Alex withdrew his blade with formal respect, stepping back as Yenova raised her hand to signal the conclusion.

“The first challenge is completed. Section Commander Ralen yields to Lieutenant Lionhart.”

The crowd’s response was subdued—appreciation for technical skill tempered by surprise at the duel’s brevity. Alex returned to his position at the arena’s center, breathing even, posture relaxed, showing no sign of exertion.

“Second challenger, advance,” Yenova commanded.

Division Leader Karis stepped forward, his weathered face revealing nothing as he took position opposite Alex. Unlike Ralen’s methodical style, Karis was known for explosive speed and unorthodox techniques that had claimed victories against opponents of superior rank.

“Begin.”

This time, Alex attacked first, his opening sequence demonstrating speed that forced Karis immediately on the defensive. The division leader recovered quickly, countering with the unpredictable style that had become his signature. For a few exchanges, their blades moved in blur of motion that drew appreciative murmurs from the professional observers in the front rows.

Alex allowed this exchange to continue longer than strictly necessary, a calculated display meant to suggest effort where none truly existed. Pride’s power enhanced his perception to the point where Karis’s movements seemed almost languid despite their objective speed, each attack telegraphed through subtle shifts in weight and posture that Alex read with supernatural clarity.

~You play with him,~ Pride observed, amusement evident in his mental voice.

I demonstrate capability within human parameters, Alex corrected. Too quick a victory raises unwanted questions.

After precisely four minutes—long enough to establish legitimate challenge but short enough to preserve stamina for later duels—Alex executed his decisive sequence. Sovereign’s Reach danced through a complex pattern of attacks that systematically dismantled Karis’s defenses, culminating in a precise strike that sent the division leader’s weapon clattering across the arena floor.

The disarming was so clean, so technically perfect, that even Karis appeared momentarily impressed before remembering his position. The veteran officer bowed formally, acknowledging defeat with dignity if not grace.

“Division Leader Karis yields to Lieutenant Lionhart,” Yenova announced. “Second challenge completed.”

The crowd’s response grew more animated, surprise giving way to genuine appreciation. Two victories against experienced officers, each demonstrating different aspects of exceptional swordsmanship, had earned Alex their professional respect. Whispers spread through the ranks—speculation about how many more victories he might claim before exhaustion inevitably claimed him.

“Third challenger, advance.”