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Chapter 120 A Divine Move, Arthur Hoan!

History took a small but significant turn at the Tournament in Lannesport.

Originally, the match between Big Bear and the King Killer was the final showdown, and Big Bear won the championship and honor.

But this is only a semi-final.

Ser Barristan, captain of the White Knights, looked at his opponent, the fourteen-year-old "Bat Knight," the "Dark Knight" Arthur Hogan.

This match can also be considered a battle between a young prodigy and a seasoned veteran who has already achieved great success, something Sir Barristan has also done.

Sir Barristan also rose to fame very early. When he was ten years old, Barristan became a mysterious knight with armor donated by others and participated in the tournament held in Black Harbor.

During the tournament, no one except Barristan challenged Prince Duncan, which is why Prince Duncan bestowed upon him the title "Fearless".

At the age of sixteen, Barristan anonymously participated in the Winter Tournament held in King's Landing. After defeating Prince Duncan the Short and Ser Duncan the Tall, captain of the Kingsguard, he was knighted by King Aegon V.

Looking at Arthur, Ser Barristan felt a sense of loss and change.

After all, Arthur's great-uncle, Sir Oswell, was a descendant of Sir Barristan.

The tides have turned, and those who once associated with Sir Barristan—Prince Duncan the Short, Sir Duncan the Tall, Gerald Hightower the White Bull, Arthur Dayne the Sword of the Morning, Sir Oswell the Sly Bat, Prince Levin, and Rhaegar the Silver Prince—have all become history.

Sir Barristan himself has long been part of the legend.

Barristan's feat of killing one king and saving another is arguably the greatest in the history of the White Knights. If Marius Blackfire were considered a king, Ser Barristan's name would have already spread throughout the Seven Kingdoms.

Arthur had also calmed his breathing and entered a serious yet lively state, confident that every shot he fired would be a stunning one.

For ordinary people to obtain the honor of "Legendary Knight", there are only two paths.

First, gain honor on the battlefield; second, shine brightly in the tournament, dominating the tournament, defeating all opponents, and even defeating other great knights.

"The future may belong to you, but this game still belongs to me." No one can underestimate Sir Barristan.

Even though he was over fifty years old, his physical strength had not declined much, and his combat experience was extraordinary.

"Defeat the old knight and let the whole arena hear my name!" At this moment, Arthur was also full of fighting spirit.

To become the strongest knight in the world, one must climb one mountain after another.

He didn't just read it once or twice, but many times, earning the admiration of all the knights.

Both Arthur and Sir Barristan laid their lances flat and began to accelerate.

Sir Barristan was undoubtedly a grandfather, but he was still very tall, and his familiar white horse was very agile and was Sir Barristan's best companion.

"White Knight versus Black Knight!" The cheers from the crowd grew even more fervent; this time, it was a purer battle between black and white.

Sir Barristan, unlike the monarch, did not indulge in any unconventional behavior and simply wore a plain white suit in accordance with the rules.

His pure white cloak was as holy as the knight's heart, and Sir Barristan's spear thrusts were swift, steady, and accurate.

Fighting seemed to be ingrained in Sir Barristan's very being; his muscle reflexes were enough to handle any ordinary opponent.

Under such circumstances, Arthur could no longer use the "Flying Helmet Technique" against such an opponent, because if the opponent was too strong, this move would be difficult to land.

The warhorses galloped forward, their hooves thundering across the land.

The white knight's lance and the black knight's lance struck at the same instant, their blades clanging powerfully against the milk-white and gold shields.

Just as the two were about to strike, they skillfully deflected the force, and the spears touched the edge of the shield, breaking completely.

In that instant, the spearhead of the combat spear twisted from its shape by the powerful impact, and the flying wood pieces danced up and down like butterflies.

Fortunately, both the knights and their warhorses were well protected; the knights had armor and shields, while the warhorses had horse armor.

With the first shot, both sides broke their spears.

Arthur's hand trembled, and his muscles even felt a little sore.

This is due to the transmission of power; with the help of horsepower and the movement of arm muscles, the thrusting kinetic energy of a spear in combat is extremely terrifying.

Sir Barristan truly lives up to his reputation!

Arthur admired it in his heart.

Sir Barristan was still able to kill the Titan's bastard son in a one-on-one fight when he was over sixty years old; his fighting power is even more terrifying now.

People are often fooled by Sir Barristan's age; in fact, this old knight is in excellent physical condition and has a sharp and ruthless experience.

Sir Barristan's physical condition is not what one would expect for his age.

Even if you think the Barrister is too old, only a master like the Kingslayer or Robert could force him to exhaustion.

Sir Barristan abstained from sex and alcohol, and this disciplined lifestyle greatly extended his fighting lifespan.

Sir Barristan was also startled; Arthur's violent force had caused him some trouble.

He was very familiar with Sir Oswell, whose Bat Rider was only a semi-top-tier warrior, usually a frontline fighter.

But Sir Oswell's grandnephew was just starting out, and his talent and strength were too unexpected.

The two knights, one in black and one in white, still had plenty of energy left, and both returned to the end of their respective tracks.

The elite squires, who were already in place, ran swiftly to deliver the knights new jousting lances.

"Is my spear enough?" Arthur asked.

"No problem, Sir," the big guy Raleigh assured him.

Arthur's servants were ecstatic; they had just defeated the most legendary old knight of the Seven Kingdoms.

The previous semi-finals involved nine spears, but Arthur has prepared even more spears for this round of the duel.

"So strong!" The King Killer, watching the first clash between the White Knight and the Bat Knight, was somewhat beyond his expectations.

The King Killer originally thought that Sir Barristan had gotten a good deal by fighting a fourteen-year-old boy.

But as things stand now, Batrider is also a formidable opponent.

Bat Rider is equally strong and skilled, and even more agile than Big Bear.

Arthur rallied his spirits, and the second sprint began.

For the yellow horse Flying Swallow No. 1, this battle was also very exciting.

A good warhorse is perfect in terms of stamina, endurance, and sprinting power.

Highgarden horses are not as enduranced as Dorne horses, but they are larger and have greater impact, making them more than capable of handling the upcoming duel.

Sir Barristan also turned back, and the two sides once again engaged in a brilliant exchange.

Whether it's the force, the speed of attack, or the accuracy of aiming, both sides' marksmanship has taken on an artistic quality, a combination of power and beauty.

The clash between the two was undoubtedly more graceful than the bear's reckless charge.

The shadows of spears flickered as both knights swung their lances past the shields, feinted, and then charged at each other's breastplates.

But Arthur and Sir Barristan reacted extremely quickly, nimbly shifting their weight to the side, causing the spear to explode only on the side of their armor, rather than hitting their breastplates.

After the second sprint ended, both sides quickly returned to exchange guns.

Applause erupted, and everyone cheered with delight. What the audience probably didn't expect was that the battle between the old and the young was equally intense and exciting.

The spears roared, charging in wave after wave.

The white robes danced in the wind, while the golden robes danced out a dazzling display of light and shadow.

Long spear duels are usually a contest of skill and horsemanship, and time flies by. A crazy battle like the semi-finals is very rare.

Such a semi-final is entirely a combination of strength, speed, endurance, war experience, and adaptability on the spot.

Arthur began to utilize his speed advantage, taking advantage of the momentum of the Highgarden warhorse and the agility of his young body.

The Bat Riders attacked like a raging fire.

Every shot is fast, accurate, and ruthless, balancing speed, power, and accuracy.

Sir Barristan, though old, was still agile and quick.

Although with each clash, Arthur's lance was noticeably faster and more powerful than Sir Barristan's, giving the impression of outlasting an old man.

But Sir Barristan had far too much experience in both combat and warfare.

Even though his opponent was more agile, his defense seemed to have become a muscle reaction.

While Arthur was attacking, Ser Barristan used his precise defense to turn the tables on him.

The spear duel between the two sides was truly intense, with light and heavy attacks, feints and real movements, and defensive counterattacks all on full display, making it a thrilling spectacle for everyone watching.

Both sides' shields were cracked and torn, and their armor was covered with dents and shards of glaze. The black bat emblem on Arthur's breastplate was half-obliterated.

Ser Barristan wasn't much better off; his white cloak also had a tear.

Both sides fought with increasing ferocity and have already reached the eighth round.

The cheers from the audience grew louder and louder.

They finally understood; both semi-final matches involved forces capable of breaking nine spears—truly legendary matches.

However, who will win the ninth round sprint and who will lose, after battling to this point with Jazz Barristan?

This undoubtedly proves that the Dark Knight is a true powerhouse, a genuine genius knight.

The King Killer and the Big Bear also widened their eyes. Both sides thought that reaching the ninth round was already quite exciting, but they did not expect that the contestants in the second round would be just as good as them.

Arthur closed his eyes, then opened them and picked up his servant's ninth jousting spear.

Sir Barristan was too ruthless. Although the old knight's physical strength had declined, his combat experience and sharp eyes made up for it.

Sir Barristan's horsemanship and marksmanship have reached a pinnacle, an art form.

But Arthur wasn't really scared; his stamina wasn't as low as that of a typical knight.

On the contrary, Arthur's strength is slowly recovering, and he still maintains a rather formidable level of physical strength.

This is what makes Arthur the Blue Hand so terrifying; at this moment, the game should end.

"The ninth shot, and the last shot!" Arthur said confidently to Sir Lucas.

"Alright." Sir Lucas nodded, indicating his trust. After all, Arthur had achieved too much honor and the impossible, so he could only trust him.

Arthur held back no longer, and with this final shot, the old man's last charge began.

Arthur brandished his jousting spear and charged swiftly toward Sir Barristan.

Sir Barristan shook his head; the young man was still too impetuous.

Having endured until this point, Sir Barristan was also enduring the hardships of the young man.

Arthur's initial shot was too forced, and Sir Barristan saw it as an opportunity.

Both sides then raised their morale to its peak, and the ninth charge would determine their fate, with spearmen leading the charge.

After a dazzling display of light and shadow, Sir Barristan thought the advantage was in his hands.

The weapons collided directly, and Arthur's initially strained attack suddenly became more precise.

In the blink of an eye, it transformed into a domineering sprint.

Sir Barristan was shocked, but had no time to react.

Arthur's variation was indeed fast and fierce, as difficult to discern as a surprise attack.

He originally thought that the eighth round was Arthur's last gasp, so how could he still have such violent power in the ninth round?

But Sir Barristan had no time to question the matter.

The impact of the spear exceeded his expectations; Arthur's ferocious power was even greater than the force of the first spear thrust.

His spear moved like a dragon; this was Arthur Hoan's true divine move!