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Chapter 113 The Three Rivers of the Northern Territory Each Have Their Dark Horses

Duke Tywin and Ser Kevan were keeping a close eye on the action on the field and accurately recording the knights' performance off the field.

Although these two brothers have only average knightly talent, their systematic training and years of experience watching matches as nobles have given them a fairly high ability to score and judge.

"I thought the Knights of the West would have an advantage, but it seems the championship won't be so easy," Tywin said to his brother Ser Kevan, touching his forehead.

"That's true." Sir Kevan nodded in agreement.

The tournament in Lannisport attracted many knights from the Riverlands, the Westerlands, the Vale, and the Royal Territory.

Although the North has a large population, it lacks the traditions of knighthood, resulting in very few participants.

The main players were only Big Bear and Ed's two or three guards, which was pitifully few.

Few members of the Leswell family, who had a fine herd of horses, joined the war.

The Mandalay family of White Harbor, though having chivalrous customs, are known as the last Green Hand Knights.

However, the Mandalay brothers, who were as fat as walruses, did not participate in the competition.

Due to its geographical advantage and distance advantage, the Western Region has the most participants.

However, in terms of top-tier combat power, the Mountain brothers are missing.

Duke Tywin Lannister, who had initially thought the championship was a sure thing, had to take the competition seriously after seeing how intense it was.

"Dark Knight! Dark Knight!"

"The victor is Sir Arthur Hoan of Harrenhal! Hero of the Battle of Seafront, pioneer of the wars on Harlo and Pike, and master of two Valyrian steel swords!" the master of ceremonies announced loudly.

The brass loudspeakers on the sidelines also started blaring.

"Arthur Hogan!"

"Bat Rider!"

"The Dark Knight!"

The spectators cheered and shouted with joy upon seeing Arthur's victory; Arthur had won the first round with ease.

The ordinary spectators cheered and jumped for joy, their voices like thunder.

In their monotonous and mundane lives, the martial arts tournament was like a spark ignited.

The tournament was as popular as the Colosseum in Rome.

Every time the knights' lances shattered, every time a defeated knight fell to the ground, it sparked endless uproar and gasps.

Amidst the clatter of hooves, the atmosphere of the martial arts tournament reached its zenith, like oil being poured onto a raging fire.

Robert was indeed a good king, bringing joy and peace to his people, being generous to knights, and making money for merchants.

However, Robert incurred huge financial losses and failed to properly handle the issue of succession.

Robert ignored the increasingly tense politics of King's Landing, a mistake that would later lead to his downfall as king.

Arthur leaps across the arena, riding the yellow steed Flying Swallow No. 1.

He was dressed in black glazed armor, with a gold cloak over it, and his horse was also decorated with gold and black tapestries, making him look exceptionally magnificent.

Flying Swallow No. 1 remained calm and composed, showing no fear of the dueling arena and the violence of the spear. Instead, it moved with ease across the arena, proving itself to be the knight's best helper.

The Royce family knights rose with bitterness, accepting their defeat.

"Go away, I don't want your armor or your warhorse," Arthur said.

Generally, the victor can choose to take the loser's armor and warhorse as spoils of war.

But Arthur had no intention of exploiting these young knights; the championship and successful bets would make him rich.

"Thank you, Sir Arthur, you are a true knight." The Royce family knight left with profuse thanks.

Arthur defeated the Royce family knight with a single blow and returned to the sidelines.

This time, Sir Lucas, with Verri and Lucas Jr. as his squires in the tournament.

The three prepared a new jousting spear and shield for Arthur, but he didn't need to use them the first time.

Sir Lucas wasn't very interested in the tournament, and the other two needed more practice.

The other four – Rosso, Tritimor, Clayton, and Raleigh – all joined the competition.

Verri and Lucas Jr. were also very familiar with the rules of spear fighting.

The squire was responsible for preparing the knight's jousting lance, tending to the warhorse, taking care of the reserve warhorse and armor, and checking the knight's armor for its integrity.

Arthur watched the game from the sidelines, and sure enough, most of the seeded players who were generally favored before the game were dominating.

Sir Barristan, King Killer, Lynn.

The most incredible one is the bear.

Jorah shamelessly begged Lynise Hightower for a keepsake from the stands—an embroidered handkerchief.

With this token, Big Bear was truly energized, and the gears of fate began to turn.

"This Jorah." Duke Ed frowned slightly. Marrying a wife is about living together.

Ed married a southerner, and the Mandalay family of White Harbor could also marry southerners because they were wealthy and could provide a life of luxury.

But Bear Island is barren and desolate; marrying a girl from the most bustling and prosperous old town would inevitably lead to misfortune.

But seeing the bear's lecherous expression, Ed didn't bother to stop him.

In the first round, Big Bear faced off against the more experienced veteran knight, Earl Jason Mellisent of Seafront City.

The bear was wearing a green cloak, and its warhorse was a dull gray, so it wasn't particularly conspicuous.

Earl Jason was dressed in a magnificent robe with an eagle-winged helmet and a purple-trimmed cloak.

He was the most popular old knight in the Riverlands who loved to participate in tournaments, and he was generally considered the better choice by outsiders.

As for this Jorah, Jo something, Mormont something, no one had ever heard of him before.

"Today, I will let the seven kingdoms know my name. Lynise, I am doing this for you." Jorah took a deep breath, then began to ride his horse at an angle, exchanging spear blows with the Earl of Seafront.

The first shot rang out, sending wooden chips flying wildly through the air. Both sides fired their guns beautifully, then switched weapons and resumed the battle.

In the second round, Jorah and Count Jason were both struck in the chest by the opponent's spear, but they both trembled and did not dismount.

"Oh!" A tense and exciting cheer erupted from the stands.

But in the third round, Jorah made a beautiful misfire, and the Earl of Seafront City also fell off his horse.

After eating a pile of mud, the bear achieved a great start.

"The victor is Count Jorah of Bear Island in the North! A fearless warrior!" the master of ceremonies proclaimed.

The brass horn began to blare again.

This victory has also drawn some attention to the old knight count from the North.

After all, Count Jason was quite strong, but Jorah still defeated him.

"waste!"

"Match-fixing! Match-fixing!"

"What a waste!" The ordinary gamblers who stood and watched the game and bet on the wrong result were furious, blaming the match for fixing or Count Jason's poor performance.

After the first round of fierce competition ended, the second round of the competition began quickly.

The Bear Knights from the North continue to pull off upsets.

If defeating the Earl of Haijiang City in the first round was already astonishing, then Big Bear's victory in the second round was even more impressive.

In the second round, the Big Bear will face Earl Jon Royce, the second-ranked lord of the Vale.

Yorn is nearly two meters tall and is also a very famous knight.

But Big Bear is just like Explosive Blood, no weaker than a human.

Count Jon fought hard with his spear, and the two were evenly matched in the first three rounds.

But in the fourth round, the bear's spear and Count Jon's spear struck swiftly.

Bronze Yorn's spear only flattened the bear's shield, while the bear dodged and thrust the spear into Bronze Yorn, causing wooden pieces to shatter.

Bronze Yorn tried to pull on the reins or control the horse, but he was always a step too late and fell off the horse in a hurry.

Fortunately, I didn't break my leg or any bones; the pain will subside after a while.

"Jora, Jora!" A cheer erupted from the stands.

The first wave could be described as a surprise victory for the bear, but the second round of head-on confrontation is enough to demonstrate the bear's strength.

Arthur's second opponent was the young Earl Leo Leford, the Earl of Golden Tooth City.

Golden Tooth City serves as a strategic high ground fortress in the Westerlands, overlooking the Riverlands, and also boasts gold mines. Ryderford is also a renowned lord in the Westerlands.

"Dark Knight, today I will end your victory!" Count Redford, clad in gilded armor, roared, stirring a sense of simple vanity in the people of the Westerlands, who cheered for him.

"Go for it, Count! Lord Leo!"

"Come on, Lord Leo."

So both sides began to charge on horseback, with Arthur and Leo aiming at each other's positions, trying to get the best shot out.

Arthur didn't hold back, and he took out his wrestling spear.

"I'm going to win!" Count Leo was overjoyed and fired first, while Arthur fired a little slower.

He thought he had defeated the Bat Rider and made a name for himself.

Arthur's spear, however, struck first, appearing and disappearing like a ghost, and landed on Count Leo first.

This shot was unparalleled in its power, speed, and skill.

"bump!"

Before Count Leo could even see his opponent, he and his armor were curled up in a ball and he was thrown off his horse by being moved sideways.

"Liar! Liar!" The Westerners couldn't help but curse angrily when they saw Count Leo's incompetence.

Leo, covered in dust, rolled on the ground a few times until his servants carried him off the field.

Leo slunk away immediately, which only caused more laughter.

"Dark Knight, Dark Knight!"

The lords, knights, and Arthur's admirers of the Riverlands roared and applauded for the honor of the Riverlands.

"Excellent marksmanship!" Duke Tywin took a deep breath, surprised that the Riverlands had such an outstanding knight.

In the past, people from Hejian were usually just background figures.

Tywin originally thought that only Ser Barristan was troublesome, Jorah was an unknown, and Arthur Hoan was too young.

Unexpectedly, these two people performed so well, making them hot contenders who fought their way to fame.