Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 138: Martial Arts Tournament Champion
When you stare at the duck, the duck is also staring at you.

Cole watched Tin Can's every move through the narrow gap in his helmet.

I saw all the dozen or so duels just now.

There is only one word to describe it.

powerful!
In a word.

He's like a superman!

It is easier said than done to swing a heavy sword with one hand.

From what he could see, the giant emerald sword in the opponent's hand weighed at least eighty kilograms.

In contrast, his usual sword weighed only sixteen pounds.

With just 16 kilograms, he is already a leader among knights.

The weight difference between the two sides' weapons is four times, and the damage caused by their swinging is as huge as heaven and earth.

But that's not the scariest thing.

The opponent's physical strength is of paramount importance.

He won three games in a row and had to stop fighting to conserve his energy for the next competition.

The opponent, however, was like an iron can, winning all fourteen games in a row.

You know, fighting is the most physically demanding.

Even if the time to decide the outcome is not long, the high-intensity concentration during the period will invisibly consume physical strength.

At present, the opponent does not show any signs of lack of physical strength such as bending over, kneeling, or gasping.

That proves that at least 70% of physical strength is preserved.

I can’t imagine what a horrific physical fitness that would be.

"Can you win?"

Cole's breathing became heavier and a line of sweat appeared on his forehead.

can win!

He had defeated Damon before.

Daemon is already a powerful warrior known throughout the Seven Kingdoms, and his personal combat power is extremely high while riding on the dragon's back.

Although the victory in that competition was somewhat unfair, he still won.

No matter how strong the opponent is, he may not be stronger than Damon.

On the other side of the fence, Aemon's eyes gradually changed from scrutinizing to puzzled.

What is that guy thinking?

It's endless.

He didn't even dare to rest when wielding a giant sword weighing one hundred pounds, but the opponent was exhausted after three rounds?
Clang!

The referee couldn't wait any longer and rang the gong to urge them on.

Cole perked up and rode quickly to the other side of the fence.

Soon, the competition began.

"Xu~~"

The fiery red warhorse was as fierce as fire and rushed out first when it heard the gong sound.

Cole was a beat slow to react and pulled the reins to meet the horse.

Two war horses, one white and one red, charged at each other like a moth flying into a flame.

Compared to his opponent's nervousness, Imon was calm.

As the two war horses crossed each other, he muttered something in his heart.

"Come down you!"

boom!
Two wooden lances stabbed into the opponent's breastplate at the same time, and two tall figures wearing tin cans fell off their horses at the same time.

Imon got used to it and rolled sideways to reduce inertia.

This is a new routine he developed specifically for competitions.

His riding skills were merely of a high standard, far from being as telepathic as riding a dragon.

And in the tournament, there is never a shortage of opponents who are specialized knights.

But he is thick-skinned!

I can't knock my opponent off his horse by relying on my riding skills, but I can take him away with me.

Once it comes to ground combat, beating them is like pinching chickens.

"It's the same trick again. It really works every time."

In the VIP seat, Lannar covered her mouth and laughed.

She had already recognized it as Aemon, who had been watching the duel.

Still so smart and knows how to play to one's strengths and avoid one's weaknesses.

He glanced at Rhaenyra beside him and poked her with his finger, deliberately teasing: "It seems that your white knight is about to lose."

Rhaenyra was particularly sensitive and immediately raised her head: "Kole is only the White Knight, not mine!"

"Oh."

Lanar looked amused and added, "Then he will lose too."

Only then did Rhaenyra come to her senses and notice Cole staggering to his feet from the muddy ground.

The silver-grey armor used for the competition was covered in mud, and the white robe on the back was extremely dirty.

"How could Cole..."

Rhaenyra was shocked.

He was halfway through his words when he saw another figure on the arena, and his words died back in his throat.

She saw the coat of arms on the tin.

The mountain and the white city at the foot of the mountain are clearly Lonely Mountain and River Valley Town.

She had participated in the construction of Riverdale Town and was more familiar with the place than Lannar, who had only visited a few times.

"You missed the most exciting part of the competition."

Lanaer clapped her hands and smiled.

Rainier stood up excitedly, but was afraid of disturbing others, so she forced herself to sit back down.

The person in that tin can is definitely Eamon.

Imon must have his reasons for doing this.

Let’s watch the competition.

……

On the fighting field.

Aemon quickly stood up and raised his hand to signal the servant to deliver the sword.

When the thin servant's legs trembled, he handed the rune sword to him for the fifteenth time.

Cole on the other side got up and took the shield and meteor hammer handed to him by the servant.

Clang!

The referee knew how to create a good atmosphere and shouted excitedly: "Rune Knight and Sir Christon choose weapons at the same time!"

"bring it on."

Cole gritted his teeth and slowly turned the meteor hammer.

This is the weapon he uses most often in one-on-one duels. Each rotation increases the force, allowing him to perfectly display his strength and agility.

Kaka!

Tin Can said nothing, but took two steps forward, his steps loud and clear.

Every step seemed to be stepping on the other person's heart.

Cole's eyes became increasingly fierce, and he rushed forward without hesitation.

The previous duel had taught him that delaying tactics were useless.

The opponent's stamina seems to be endless, so we must fight quickly and decisively.

“It’s a bit old-fashioned.”

Aemon swung his sword calmly.

Bang!

The weapons collided, and the meteor hammer hit the sword blade, causing a crisp clanging sound.

Cole was first overjoyed, then shocked.

The good news is that if you hit the target with one strike, there is a high probability that the opponent's weapon will be broken or even disarmed.

What was surprising was that the sword blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, was not damaged at all and didn't even shake.

Cole's eyes widened and he immediately pulled back the meteor hammer.

Aemon's brows furrowed slightly, analyzing his strength.

To conclude, it’s quite exciting.

Cole was unwilling to give up and swung the meteor hammer again.

The difference is that it's the opponent's elbow that is hit.

Bang!

Imonte blocked with his sword, and the palm-wide blade blocked the meteor hammer.

Col was stunned. He didn't expect the other party to react so quickly.

After missing the attack, he quickly withdrew.

Aemon didn't give him a chance. The broad blade turned and entangled the chain of the meteor hammer.

With a flick upwards, the meteor hammer flew high into the air.

Cole's weapon was disarmed, and he stumbled back and almost fell.

"Cole is actually going to lose."

In the VIP seats, Viserys was slightly surprised.

He is still very optimistic about Cole's fighting ability.

Harold frowned behind him: "He should use a sword instead of a trick weapon."

The meteor hammer is a blunt weapon, which is very advantageous in one-on-one combat.

Cole got used to it and became dependent on it.

……

"Change the sword."

Aemon raised the rune sword and spoke unhappily.

Use a broken meteor hammer and treat him as a weakling who can be beaten?

Cole looked numb and waved to the outside of the court again.

His swordsmanship is indeed more advanced.

Seeing this, Aemon strode forward.

Give him a chance to use his sword.

From the competition just now, we have basically figured out the gap between the two sides.

Meteor Hammer vs. Rune Greatsword, the odds of winning or losing are 30-70.

He is seven.

If you switch to longsword versus rune greatsword, the odds of winning or losing are 40:60.

He took six.

Of course, this is an assessment based solely on martial arts skills.

If it's a life-and-death fight, I can kill him within three rounds.

It's not Cole's fault, but His Royal Highness the Prince has a problem.

With the blessing of [Solid as a Rock], the skin and bones are as hard as granite, and ordinary weapons cannot penetrate the defense.

Unless it is a magical weapon.

Like Valyrian steel.

Therefore, it is very difficult to defeat or kill Aemon.

Eamonn summed it up privately.

Apart from the Valyrian steel weapons, there are probably three possible ways to die.

1. Poisoning.

He is not immune to toxins that affect the blood or nerves.

Imon was very alert to this.

When in the valley, Johanna was responsible for all food and drink.

The Black Swan's methods are even darker, and it is very proficient in poison.

Protected him very well.

2. Heavy blow with a blunt object.

If hit by something like a war hammer, the sternum and skull cannot protect the internal organs and brain.

A certain Targaryen in later generations, I mean you.

3. Eyes.

Similar to the weakness of a dragon, the eyes have no protection and behind them is a vulnerable brain.

At first glance, there are a lot of ways to die.

actually not.

Except for poisoning, which is hard to guard against, the other three are external forces.

Aemon himself is a skilled martial artist and his senses are superior to those of ordinary people.

The feasibility of hitting him with a hammer at close range or shooting him in the eye secretly is almost zero. As for Valyrian steel weapons...

We have to meet him first.

Korti held his shield and sword and walked around the tin can looking for a flaw.

He didn't believe that a person could be without weaknesses.

“Hesitation leads to defeat.”

Aemon glanced at him and swept his rune sword across his waist.

boom!
Cole immediately blocked and the shield was smashed to pieces.

wrong.

Big mistake!

He blocked the attack, but found himself completely within the attack range of the nearly two-meter-long giant sword.

Aemon was only interested in the fight and didn't care how hard he fought.

The rune giant sword was raised and chopped down with 70% of its strength.

Bang!

Cole raised his sword to block, but the sword almost slipped out of his hand and a dent was made on the blade.

Without waiting for shock, the second sword slashed down.

The rune giant sword was like a huge emerald mountain, falling with tremendous force.

Clang!
The long sword slipped out of his hand in an instant and broke into two pieces in mid-air.

Cole's legs went weak and he staggered back two steps.

"It's not over yet."

Aemon stood sideways, holding his rune-wrought greatsword like a spear, one hand raised above his head and behind his back.

He slightly arched his waist and used the power of his waist to bounce back and swing the sword.

Cole's face turned pale and he rolled over hurriedly to pick up the half-broken sword.

next moment.

Aemon straightened his back, and the rune giant sword drew a green crescent in the air, slashing as fast as wind and as fierce as fire.

Bang!

Cole felt a tightness in his chest and a sweet and fishy taste in his throat.

The long sword in his hand slipped out again, and his palm broke, and the whole right arm made a cracking sound.

The whole person stiffened instantly and knelt straight on the ground.

The rune giant sword was as powerful as thunder, and its falling momentum continued unabated.

Cole's eyes were dim and his mind was changing.

click!
The rune giant sword lifted the heavy objects with ease, changing from chopping to hitting, and smashing heavily on the head.

Cole's head buzzed and he flew backwards like a kite with a broken string.

Even with the protection of a helmet, he fainted on the spot.

Life and death do not know.

"Tsk."

Aemon curled his lips in disgust.

I should have made a one-and-a-half-hand sword earlier. Using a two-handed giant sword is a bit bullying.

He uses a two-handed giant sword, which is equivalent to Cole's bullying behavior of using a meteor hammer.

He is good at wielding the sword with both hands.

Forging a two-handed greatsword is purely a temporary hobby.

When he first started practicing swordplay, he learned how to use a two-handed giant sword and was addicted to the feeling of overwhelming others with force.

Gunthor is an expert in this field.

It is precisely because of the huge size of the "Bronze Giant" and his skill in using a two-handed heavy sword that his strength is quite outstanding.

Looking across the entire valley, no one can match him except Aemon.

White Knight Steve, Red Base's Horton, and Gray Valley City's Addison could barely last a dozen rounds with him.

The remaining William, Adrian, and Wald from Coldwater City couldn't hold out for several rounds.

But one day later, Aemon realized that the two-handed greatsword was very powerful, but it required a special talent for size.

He is currently 185 centimeters tall, and it is estimated that he will not be over two meters tall even when he reaches adulthood.

A two-handed greatsword cannot be used to smash or chop from a high position, and the sword's length limits movement.

It is more flexible to hold the sword with both hands.

Clang!

After being stunned for a while, the referee banged the gong frantically.

The bachelor came hurriedly and carried Cole away, who was lying upside down.

When I saw the injuries, I shuddered.

A corner of the helmet was flattened, how brutal!
Aemon ignored it and raised the rune sword high.

"Rune Knight!!"

"..."

In an instant, cheers filled the arena and the noble lords clapped like crazy.

White Knight Cole is a strong candidate to win the championship.

Unexpectedly, he was defeated by the Rune Knight with overwhelming force.

He is simply the biggest dark horse in this competition.

……

"Aemon!"

Rhaenyra's eyes were filled with excitement, and she almost stood up and cheered.

She has never had a clear understanding of Imon's strength.

I just know that it's amazing, the kind that everyone praises.

But she was well aware of Cole's strength.

Not to mention that he is invincible, he is also one of the most powerful knights in the seven major countries.

Being defeated so easily by Aemon shows how powerful Aemon is.

Lanar was much calmer and smiled slightly: "It's quite impressive."

Her white fingers tugged at the hem of her skirt, and she crossed her long, beautiful legs, with a barely visible friction at the base of her thighs.

A bit exciting.

clap clap clap!
Lannino mixed in with the black gang, stood up and clapped loudly.

Those purple peach blossom eyes were full of admiration and enthusiasm.

He didn't know the Rune Knight's true identity.

But he likes this kind of unstoppable strong man.

"Does anyone know who the Rune Knight is?"

At the head table, Viserys turned his head and asked his ministers quietly.

"The Prime Minister has just reported that this mysterious knight did not show up when he signed up."

Old man Lin Man came closer and took the initiative to answer.

He was in a good mood, having just bet fifteen golden dragons on Rune Knight.

Viserys frowned. "No one knows?"

Such a powerful knight should not remain unknown.

Harold said, "Your Majesty, I think he looks like a human being."

"Who?" Viserys asked curiously.

Harold hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice: “Don’t you think that overwhelming force, and the stamina that comes from a long battle, is familiar?”

Viserys was startled when he heard this, and blurted out, "Aemon."

A two-handed greatsword wielded with one hand, and it's a greatsword engraved with bronze runes.

It fits my nephew's characteristics.

"Does that kid have this ability?"

Collis was puzzled.

Viserys was in a complicated mood, and said helplessly: "You don't understand the significance of 'a warrior descending to earth'."

Without this ability, there would not have been this title.

The competition continues.

Eamon won fifteen games in a row and chose to retire for a rest.

If you don't take a break, it will be too dazzling.

There are so many knights in the rear, and all they want is to become famous through duels.

With his exit, the noble lords' enthusiasm receded.

Dozens of knights appeared one after another and fought against each other in pairs.

The competition lasted from the morning to two o'clock in the afternoon, and the top four were finally decided.

Aemon takes a spot.

The other three are Adrian Tarbeck from the Westerly, Mediric Manderly from White Harbor, and the Earl of the Swain family from the Dorne Marches.

Adrian Tarbeck is well-known and a rising star in the West.

During the Dance of the Blood Dragon, he was the commander of the Western Border Army, leading his troops to defeat the princes of Hejian and heading straight for the heartland of Hejian.

Later, because Duke Jason died of his own accord, the Western Army collapsed without a fight.

Medirick is the eldest son and heir of the Earl of White Harbor. He is also a rising star in the North and is known as "the best knight in the North."

It's not just about force, but also about impeccable character and ability.

One of the Queen's Guard during the Dance with the Dragons.

Died in the Dragon's Lair Riot along with William and Adrian.

The last Count Sven, a veteran knight of the Stormlands.

Aemon had only heard of him but had never seen him.

Johanna's miserly uncle cruelly allowed her to fall into the hands of pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom.

Clang!

The gong is struck and the game of catching the prey begins.

Aemon chose Earl Swan without hesitation.

He was knocked off his horse with one spear and disarmed with one sword.

One of his legs was broken on the spot and his right arm was crushed.

I don’t know whether Johanna hates her uncle or not.

He didn't ask specifically, and Johanna didn't mention it.

Collect some interest first, and we’ll deal with it later if it’s not enough.

The other group also decided the winner.

Adrian Tabek, being older and more experienced, defeated the fledgling Medirick.

Aemon confronts Adrian.

As expected, the rune giant sword slashed wildly, leaving the opponent without any resistance.

Clang!

The gong for victory rang, and the whole audience was cheering.

"Rune Knight!"

"Take off your helmet..."

The noble lords cheered and couldn't wait to see the true face under the tin can.

Even the noble ladies and young ladies who did not like fighting were staring at him like wolves and tigers.

This is a knight with good martial arts skills.

Whether he is taken in as a vassal, a lover or a husband, he is a rare and good candidate.

"Finally won."

Aemon mounted his fiery red warhorse and sighed with relief.

No more tournaments were won, and the warhorse could barely run anymore.

As for the difficulty of the competition...

Aemon looked around at the noble lords in the audience and wanted to say, "It's so easy!"

The rune giant sword was raised high, further inspiring the noble lords to cheer.

The whole audience cheered, it was deafening.

……

"What on earth is he thinking?"

Viserys's mind raced as he rose from his seat.

"His Majesty."

Harold warned quietly.

Viserys came to his senses and picked up the leaning sword Blackfyre.

In any case, let's wait for that kid to reveal his identity first.

He is the king!

Are you still afraid of a young boy?
(End of this chapter)