Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 22 Killing Dancer

Gavin kicked his legs hard, and rushed towards the strict formation of the Hightower family like thunder. The opponent's attack immediately came like a torrential rain and a gust of wind, and two long spears stabbed at him fiercely. But Gavin's body was like a phantom, and he quickly turned to the left to avoid the long spear stabbing from the side, and then quickly leaned back to avoid another long spear stabbing from the front.

In the blink of an eye, he had rushed into the enemy's formation, swung the sword in his hand with the force of the wind, a cold light flashed, and a member of the Hightower family was pierced through the heart by Gavin's sword before he could react, and fell to the ground on the spot.

Then, Gavin rushed towards the man holding the spear. The man was terrified and raised his spear to block him. Gavin turned his wrist quickly, and the sword went around the spear like a snake, and stabbed back fiercely. The man's throat was cut in an instant, and blood gushed out.

At this time, another person attacked from the side. Gavin dodged and kicked the man in the abdomen, sending him flying several meters away. Another enemy took the opportunity to attack from behind. Gavin seemed to have eyes on his back. He turned around quickly and used the hilt of his sword to strike back. The man groaned and fell to the ground.

At this moment, the allies of the Hightower family roared and quickly joined the battle. Gavin showed no fear, his eyes became more fierce, and he swung the sword in his hand tightly. Sometimes he stabbed swiftly, sometimes he raised it cunningly, and sometimes he chopped it down fiercely, and each move contained tremendous power.

An enemy attacked fiercely from the left, Gavin turned sideways like the wind, and slashed the opponent's arm with his backhanded sword; another enemy attacked from behind, and he turned quickly as if he had eyes on his back, and stabbed the opponent's chest with his sword. Then, Gavin was like an empty space, with the sword shadow flashing.

Some enemies had their arms chopped off by his swift sword moves, and fell to the ground screaming; others were killed instantly by his precise sword strikes. His movements were as fast as lightning, and each of his moves was deadly and brutal.

In this chaotic battlefield, Gavin was like a peerless killer dancer. Every move he made was swift and fierce, yet full of deadly threats. His sword drew sharp arcs in the air, and every swing was accompanied by the enemy's screams. More than a dozen enemies surrounded him, but could not get close to him. His sword was like a mad dragon out of the sea, or a violent tiger descending from the mountain, showing the peerless style of a master swordsmanship, which was terrifying.

Until Gavin's sword cut through the throat of the last enemy, no one could stand in front of him. Where the Hightower family had been waiting for battle, Gavin was the only one standing proudly. His chest was heaving violently, he was breathing heavily, and sweat was running down his cheeks and dripping onto the blood-stained ground.

There was a dead silence all around, with only Gavin's heavy breathing and the occasional rustling of flags in the wind. The blood and bodies scattered all over the ground were witnesses of the thrilling battle that had just taken place. Gavin slowly stood up, the sword in his hand hanging at his side, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword.

He looked around at the other opponents who were staring at him eagerly, without any mercy or fear on his face. He stretched out his hand and bent his fingers towards them, his gesture full of provocation and disdain.

At the moment when Gavin made the provocative move, the entire stands and the crowd burst into deafening, overwhelming noises like a tinderbox being lit. People seemed to be driven by an invisible force, whispering to each other frantically, and the exclamations, cheers, and doubts collided and intertwined like countless surging waves.

Gavin felt that he was in better condition than ever before. Although he had consumed a lot of physical strength, the fierce battle made him stronger. It seemed that he had truly mastered the master-level swordsmanship given by the previous panel at this moment. Seeing that no one dared to respond to his provocation, he smiled and charged without hesitation. Facing Gavin's charge, some people tried to fight back at first, but as those who tried to fight back were knocked down. An extremely bizarre scene appeared in the entire arena. Wherever Gavin went, people would immediately flee in panic or surrender directly. After a while, Gavin was the only one left on the field.

In just a few days, Edmond had already held three banquets, and the protagonist of each banquet was the same person. He had no intention of stopping, and had once again ordered the waiter to go shopping and start preparing for the fourth banquet.

Unlike the excited Edmond, Gavin was already exhausted by the banquet. After a polite toast, he hurriedly pretended to be drunk and left. After all, his mind was not on the banquet at all.

Gavin quickly escaped from the banquet and, under the guidance of Tommen, went to reap the fruits of his labor with excitement.

"Sir, I can only give you 11 gold royals in cash now. Please allow us 4 days to raise the remaining 10 gold royals. The Chamber of Commerce does not have enough gold royals left here. If you are worried, you can also take some goods of equal value as collateral.

In addition, we will also pay you an additional 2000 gold royals as compensation to make up for our mistakes." The person who spoke lowered his head, his voice trembling slightly, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, his hands unconsciously twisted together, his eyes full of uneasiness and anxiety, carefully observing the expression of the adult in front of him.

Gavin was quite helpless when he heard this, frowning. Seeing that the other manager was sincere and didn't seem to be going to default on his debt, he stood there, looking deep, thinking.

Seeing that Gavin didn't answer, the steward became even more uneasy, and his body couldn't help but tremble slightly, fearing that he would anger the killing god in front of him. He had also watched the previous competition, and the bloody scene still frightened him deeply. So he hurriedly said, "Sir, our Chamber of Commerce has been running the competition betting business in Westeros for more than 200 years. Even the Iron Bank has a stake. Please rest assured that the reputation is absolutely guaranteed. Moreover, our Chamber of Commerce has a wide range of business. We can help you find anything you need in the future." When he spoke, his voice was obviously trembling, and his eyes were full of pleading.

Hearing this, Gavin suddenly remembered something and said, "It's not that I can't wait for 10 days, but I have some materials that I need to buy, and the prerequisite is that you can help me get them together." As he said that, he asked the other party to bring paper and pen, and wrote down all the materials and medicines needed for the Blood Witch Puppet.

The steward looked at the list full of materials and medicines, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately said, "Sir, the Chamber of Commerce can now get what you want, but I don't know how many you need, and these things are not cheap, about 1200 gold royals. But if you want, I can give you 1000 gold royals to thank you for our understanding."

(End of this chapter)