Game of Thrones: King of Harrenhal, starting with a blue hand stat panel

Chapter 121 The Golden Flash of Lannisport

"That's impossible!" Sir Barristan exclaimed in astonishment, for very few people could get stronger as the fight progressed.

When a game goes into its later stages, the Cavaliers tend to make mistakes, act erratically, and have gaps in their wits, easily losing their composure.

Therefore, the first few shots are the most crucial, and it gets more difficult as the game progresses.

To maintain control throughout a match, and even to the decisive game, requires exceptional strength and endurance.

Barristan had only heard of Robert's rage, how he killed Rhaegar while severely wounded, but Robert also paid the price of being bedridden for a long time.

Arthur was much younger, and such a blow completely damaged his physical functions, pushing him beyond his limits.

But looking at Arthur's appearance...

Sir Barristan dismissed the idea, for Arthur rode with effortless grace and natural movements.

That leaves only one guess: Arthur's talent attributes are simply too high.

His strength, speed, and endurance all surpass those of ordinary people.

He was so strong that, like Sir Barristan, his age disadvantage was overshadowed.

During the ninth charge, the White Knight's body was sent flying.

The old knight fell to the ground in a rather disheveled state.

However, when he dismounted, Sir Barristan was prepared to disengage, so that he would not be seriously injured in defeat.

This is the experience of a living fossil; Sir Barristan seems to have mastered the Nine Swords of Dugu.

He had come into contact with all kinds of weapons and enemies; he was a living encyclopedia.

Sir Barristan was helped up by his servants; the outcome of the battle was indeed decided.

The previously subdued crowd erupted into a tremendous cheer.

The Dark Knight's ninth shot will be even more spectacular, perhaps even sending his opponent flying.

"The Dark Knight!"

"Dark Knight! Dark Knight!"

The deafening cheers resounded throughout the entire stadium.

No need to pursue, no need to climb, legends are born in this moment!

The Rise of the Dark Knight!

"The semifinals will be the most intense competition of this tournament," King Robert said slowly to Ed beside him, taking a sip of wine from the high stands.

"But Batrider won even more spectacularly this round!" Ed said.

"Even so, this kid must have exhausted all his strength to defeat Ser Barristan, and he's probably already at his limit, even physically injured. At this point, I don't believe he has any energy left to deliver a perfect performance," Robert commented. Robert also thought Arthur's ninth shot was good.

But as a soldier, Robert felt that Arthur had exhausted his trump card with that shot, and couldn't believe that the young fighter had such great stamina.

This is Robert's mindset as a top-tier warrior.

The intensity of this semi-final was too high. Because the gap between the warriors was too small, the knights fought fiercely.

Just like in the first semi-final, although Count Jorah won, it was only a narrow victory and he couldn't achieve the effect of a crushing defeat.

Jora's muscle soreness and significant energy depletion make it difficult for him to perform well in the next final match.

The second game was similar; the two Cavaliers in the semifinals were of different ages, one older and one younger.

Their strengths were evenly matched, and Arthur also won in nine sprints, although it was a more decisive victory than Jorah's.

But according to Robert, his physical strength had also greatly diminished.

If we make it to the finals, whether it's against older players or younger ones, it probably won't be as intense as the semifinals.

"Trust me, Ed, they might not be able to pull off the same amazing moves as in the semifinals, but that's just how it is. All four semifinalists are incredibly strong this time around," Robert said confidently. "By the time it comes to the finals, their chances of winning are pretty even, and Jorah has a better chance. After all, while Jorah's win was hard-fought, he didn't seem to be forcing himself like this young man, completely exhausting himself to win convincingly. Besides, Earl Jorah is older and has that advantage."

A final that might be a little rough around the edges, but is just as exciting.

Robert mentally prepared himself to enjoy the final showdown between the Black Knights.

Sir Barristan retreated to the other side to watch the game, while the Kingslayer sneaked over.

"Who do you think will win?" Jaime the Kingslayer asked. "Lord Jorah?"

The king killer's thoughts were also very straightforward; he shared Robert's views.

If Arthur forced his way out of his physical limitations to defeat Sir Barristan, then he will likely lose to the Big Bear in the next match.

In addition, considering the age difference, most Cavaliers also think so.

"It's hard to say," Sir Barristan shook his head, finding it difficult to decide.

Although Sir Barristan had a bold prediction in mind that Arthur had a significant advantage.

But this was too incredible, and Sir Barristan didn't say much.

Sir Barristan believes Arthur's talent is unbelievable, and if he can maintain his stamina, the Bear, who was completely drained in the last semi-final, will have a hard time winning.

Big Bear's stamina isn't as good as Arthur's, and he doesn't have the invincibility mechanic.

Arthur and Big Bear both rested for a while and both got new shields.

The comrades who captured Pike City in this round are also the two strongest dark horses in this tournament, and their rivals in the civil war.

Everyone, both on and off the field, was paying close attention to the unfolding events, afraid of missing a single exciting moment in the game.

"Champion, I will be the champion!" Big Bear stuffed Lynn's handkerchief into her pocket, feeling it was a huge psychological suggestion.

Arthur gave the crowd in the stands a dashing smile, and the onlookers responded enthusiastically, cheering and applauding.

There were far more people cheering for Arthur than for Jorah; good looks certainly have an advantage, and this is a world that values ​​appearance.

Jorah naturally noticed Arthur's ninth shot, which was so beautiful and elegant.

Although Jorah was envious, he was convinced that he was destined to win.

Arthur definitely used a move that came out of sheer exhaustion. Pushing himself to the limit for victory actually greatly reduced his chances of winning.

With this in mind, Jorah's confidence grew even stronger.

Arthur chuckled, for vitality was a fundamental element of the Blue Hand, and perhaps even the most terrifying one.

In the same match, if Arthur's stamina and recovery speed are at their maximum, then the opponent's disadvantages will naturally be magnified infinitely.

The later the game goes, the more ruthless Arthur becomes in his treatment of the old man.

The two black knights also ran to the end of the track, staring at each other as they faced off.

Jorah the Bear's armor is ordinary, his warhorse is ordinary, and his appearance is ordinary.

It's hard to imagine that such a person could reach such a level of excellence and perform at an unparalleled level under the influence of his fantasy about Lynise.

The young "Dark Knight" Arthur is not to be underestimated either. He is the second youngest knight in the history of the Seven Kingdoms and is famous for his helmet-throwing skills and his superhuman strength.

The finals have officially begun!

The green and gold cloaks fluttered in the wind once more, and Arthur and Jorah donned new cloaks and new shields.

Arthur switched to a more serious tactic, using the old man's tactics against Jorah.

"Lynne, the championship is mine." Belly was very confident that he had it in the bag, and he launched a strong and fast attack in every round, thinking that Arthur's stamina was extremely low and that he was loose and sluggish.

Jorah the Bear's charge looks extremely strong, and he still maintains a high level of skill after a tough battle.

However, Arthur, despite being a latecomer, managed to catch up quickly and steadily blocked Jorah's attacks in every round.

The two men were constantly breaking spears, and it seemed like they were evenly matched.

"How is this possible?" The bear behind the mask felt something was very wrong, and his face was covered in sweat.

The hidden injuries and fatigue from his previous fight with the King Killer had not yet fully healed, and his every strike and every shot was not as close to perfection as before.

Big Bear also wanted to surpass his limits, to overcome his physical injuries and his already depleted stamina, but it was far too difficult.

That was the end of the gifts that the goddess of fortune had bestowed upon him.

This gift only ensured he made it to the finals, but it didn't transform him into a true top-tier monster.

Big Bear's speed and power with his lance began to slow down, while Arthur maintained a steady defensive counterattack, causing Big Bear even more trouble.

The more the bear went on, the more uncomfortable it became.

The black bear's shield was once again riddled with scratches and holes, and the force of the spear had pierced through his body, leaving his muscles aching all over.

Both he and Arthur were contestants who only made it to the finals after nine rounds of competition. Does his opponent have inexhaustible stamina?

Or rather, this kid's stamina and vitality are so strong that he seems like a monster.

"Jora's going to lose!" Robert exclaimed, taking a deep breath. "Is this kid really a monster? That ninth spear thrust in the semifinals wasn't a burst of energy, but a deliberate killing move?"

Ed nodded; he could also see the situation.

Like most of the spectators, Big Bear fell into a misconception: that Arthur's stamina had also been completely depleted.

Big Bear is a middle-aged man, while Arthur is a teenager. Big Bear is physically stronger.

Big Bear can take advantage of the opportunity to launch a rapid and fierce attack, driven by the fantasy of winning the championship to unleash violent output.

But his opponent, Arthur, still had cards.

Arthur's counterattack was effortless and perfectly timed, and his stamina was clearly better than Jorah's.

With this kite-flying tactic, Jorah won't last long.

The seventh sprint begins again!

Arthur raised his jousting spear, and his yellow cloak flashed behind him like a bolt of yellow lightning.

This is Arthur's first move, and it also boasts unparalleled ferocity.

The bear was startled and raised its shield to block.

But his physical strength was indeed exhausted to the extreme, his muscles were twitching, and his shield and spear seemed to have become heavy and cumbersome!

"bump!"

Arthur's shot was swift and decisive, incredibly fast, bypassing the bear's gun and shield.

This time, it was Arthur who launched a rapid and relentless attack.

This time, instead of shooting at the bear's breastplate or shield, Arthur blew off the bear's helmet with a single shot before leaving!

The technique of flying helmets has been demonstrated three times!

Only when the bear's stamina was exhausted to this extent, and given the huge difference in strength, was Arthur able to use the flying helmet technique.

If it were the semi-finals against Sir Barristan, I wouldn't be able to show this move.

The bear froze on the spot, watching its bear helmet roll on the ground.

He felt dizzy, and his warhorse neighed wildly in fright.

Judging from the result of the match, Big Bear has already lost.

Even though he stubbornly continued fighting, the difference in physical strength and ability made it impossible for him to withstand Arthur's next shot.

Courage and confidence are the pillars of a warrior, but under the flying helmet technique, Big Bear was so shocked that he was speechless.

Don't think this mountain is the highest; there are always mountains beyond mountains and people beyond people.

Big Bear is already a rare dark horse from the North in history, but Arthur River, the Riverland dark horse, is even younger and stronger.

Arthur gave him some face, otherwise his body would have been sent flying.

So, is that the end of it?

Big Bear dropped the broken gun in his hand, feeling quite helpless.

But Big Bear had a bold idea: to fight again, to fight another battle on the ground.

The bear dismounted, drew his longsword, and challenged Arthur Hoan to a duel!

He held a long claw in his hand, his expression solemn and resolute.

Arthur turned around and, in terms of the score, Arthur's long spear had surpassed that of Big Bear.

But since the bear is still determined to challenge him to a duel, Arthur doesn't need to be polite.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in the seventh charge, Sir Arthur has knocked off his helmet and gained a significant lead. But Count Jorah has not conceded defeat, but has instead challenged Sir Arthur to a continued duel. By the Seven Gods, this is a duel between two Valyrian steel swords!" the master of ceremonies roared, and the atmosphere grew even more heated.