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Chapter 122 Twin Steel Swords Clash, Long Claws Against the Dark Messenger

Arthur also dropped his broken spear and jumped off his yellow horse.

"Come, Earl, let's fight to our hearts' content!" Arthur drew his Dark Messenger and gestured to Jorah Mormont in a deep voice.

Arthur's voice, as strong as steel, resounded throughout the entire arena.

Big Bear then firmly wiped the blood off his face, revealing several scars on his cheeks from the fight.

The sideline attendants put a new helmet on the bear.

The onlookers were initially taken aback by the sudden turn of events, but then erupted into an even louder and more enthusiastic outcry.

The tournament in Port Lannes was truly spectacular.

The Dark Knight, Bat Knight, and Count Bear, in particular, always manage to come up with something new and exciting.

The spear duel where the spear broke seven times, and the Black Bat's miraculous flying helmet technique.

But that's not all; the audience can even watch an extra round of swordsman foot combat in the final match live.

Two black knights, two Valyrian steel swords—truly a once-in-a-lifetime spectacle.

Such a thrilling match truly got the audience's blood pumping.

Such fierce fighting had only occurred during the first Blackfire Rebellion.

In the Battle of the Red Steppes, Ser Garwin Corbry fought Damon Blackfyre for nearly an hour before being defeated.

The clash between the Lady of the Void and Blackfire is a highlight of the entire battle; legend has it that the sharp sound of the two Valyrian steel swords clashing can be heard a whole league away.

In the end, Damon prevailed, cutting open Garwin's helmet, blinding and bleeding him.

However, he did not kill his seriously injured opponent, but instead ordered Red Fang to escort him to the rear so that the scholar could heal his wounds.

"Great! This competition was really exciting!" King Robert led the applause, and the cheers from the entire arena erupted.

Ed also clapped, for the upcoming birth of a new tournament champion, and for the bear who had fought to this moment.

Even Tywin Lannister was intently watching the arena, anticipating the impending bloodbath of the Valhalla Knights.

This is a rare and exceptional battle, and Tywin is confident that this Lannister Port tournament will be recorded in history.

Unfortunately, his son Jaime didn't win the championship, and even if he did, he couldn't fight with the Vulcan sword, which made Tywin very unhappy.

"Take down these barriers and let the knights have a good fight. Also, Ser Jaime and Ser Barristan, you two are in charge of watching the arena," Robert ordered, rising to his feet.

At the king's command, the fence in the middle of the arena was completely dismantled by the knights and servants.

As for the other two top fighters in the final four, Barristan and the Kingslayer, the two of them can now guard the arena and prevent the two Black Knights from fighting to the death and getting carried away.

"The Dark Knight" Arthur Hoan and "The Bear" Jorah Mormont stood on the battlefield, their hearts unmoved by the clamor.

The two black knights' cloaks were already tattered, and they had fortunately discarded them, leaving only their original black armor.

Both men drew their longswords, and since they were both Valyrian steel swords, they were now evenly matched.

The dark, smoky blades all emitted a cold luster.

Only one longsword has a bear's head as a symbol of family honor, while the other longsword has bat-wing handguards.

In the sunlight, shadows rippled.

Both swordsmen raised their auras, leaped into the air, and their sword movements became astonishingly fast.

"Bang! Bang!"

A sharp clanging sound of steel clashing filled the air; it was Valyrian steel clashing against Valyrian steel, and the sword would not break.

An ordinary longsword certainly wouldn't have this level of durability.

Swords flashed, and the knights clashed fiercely.

Left, right, left, right; up, down, up, down.

They wielded their longswords with the agility and versatility of butterflies flitting among flowers.

As the swordsmen moved, they advanced and retreated, sometimes slashing and sometimes defending swiftly.

Such a battle, watching the swordsmen wield their weapons and hearing the metallic clang of Valyrian steel, captivated all the spectators.

The King Killer and Sir Barristan, who were guarding the scene, were thoroughly entertained.

A duel between two skilled swordsmen using Valyrian steel swords is an extremely rare sight.

Big Bear took a deep breath; his basic attributes were only top-notch.

Today, he only managed to elevate his performance by relying on his fantasy about Linness.

In other words, even if Big Bear wins this championship, it might only be a one-time championship, and his peak period will only last for two short days.

But even just these two days are enough; many knights have never shown their faces this much in their entire lives.

Longswords danced with each other, and the Dark Messenger and the Long Claw kissed each other, emitting a sharp, powerful whistling sound.

Swords flashed and the flames of battle raged between the Black Knights!

quick!quick!quick!

Faster!

At this level, even top-tier swordsmen, to some extent, move based on muscle memory.

After all, when it comes to the decisive game, it's not about skill or strategy that matters.

It might be about who has a stronger foundation, more skills, and fewer mistakes.

They were truly acting on instinct, muscle memory, and previous combat experience.

In this match, Arthur completely transformed into a swordsman.

One sword move after another came down like a torrential rain, and he was constantly facing the world of swords.

"How is this possible? Such vitality!" The old man from the old town exclaimed in surprise.

He was certain that Arthur possessed the talent of a top-tier warrior, but his actual performance still exceeded his expectations.

This vitality is truly like a blazing flame, or a lush, verdant tree.

"Green hands, that's the element of 'green hands'," the old man in the old town suddenly pondered.

But the old man in the old town only made a guess and did not think about it any further.

These swordsmen, wielding Valyrian steel, are highly resistant to magic, possess strong willpower and abundant vitality, and are of noble status. Even if the Hightoar family had such ideas, they probably wouldn't be able to use them.

The old man in the old town glanced at Lynise.

Unfortunately, Arthur sensed something and had no intention of getting close to the old town or the Hightoar family, which was a pity.

Not only were the old men of the old town surprised, but Robert and the others were astonished as well.

What was initially thought to be an adult teaching a lesson to a young swordsman turned out to be the opposite, with Arthur beating up the bear instead.

It sounds incredible, but that's what true genius is like, like the Dawnbreaker, Dragon Knight, Blackfire, and even Barristan himself.

These swordsmen were undoubtedly invincible, having dominated their opponents since their youth.

And now, Arthur's performance is propelling him toward the pinnacle of legendary knighthood.

Arthur had once taught Dark Star a lesson in his turbulent swordsmanship, which imitated the raging, ceaseless flow of a turbulent river.

The swordsmanship that Arthur is now studying is the ocean waves, the sea.

Stack upon stack, this is truly endless.

He no longer displayed the defensive counter-attack style of striking after the opponent's attack, as he did in spear duels; instead, he showcased superb stamina and precision.

Arthur began to gradually increase his speed and strength; this fast-paced offensive tactic was the truly ruthless old man's move.

Arthur could see clearly that the bear was already at its last gasp.

The bear felt the force rebound even as he aimed his long claws at the Dark Messenger.

However, the power emanating from the sword was like a galloping horse, and that power also made his tiger's mouth numb, his already twitching muscles even more sore, and he even had a sense of oppression from unstable blood and qi.

To make matters worse, there's the issue of stamina. Big Bear has expended too much energy, and recovery isn't so easy.

The key to being a swordsman is to be adaptable and act as one pleases.

The beauty of swordsmanship lies in the variations of lightness and heaviness, speed and slowness, feints and realism, using the opponent's force against them, and defense and counterattack. The key is how to use these techniques effectively.

An ordinary swordsman, when unleashing his sword techniques, would never be as agile and nimble as a master like Barristan and the Kingslayer, who could execute them at will.

Now, Arthur's moves also possess a top-notch level of combat beauty, his sword techniques flowing smoothly like clouds and water.

However, the variations in sword techniques and defenses posed some challenges for the bear.

Big Bear's swordsmanship is not weak, but it is not as good as that of a true top expert, especially since his physical strength is depleted, making it more difficult to defend against.

The longer he fights, the faster his stamina is depleted, and the easier it is for him to revert to his basic level rather than the outstanding performance he displayed in the past two days.

Arthur and the bear both discarded their tattered oak and steel shields and instead wielded swords with both hands.

No shield can withstand the sharpness of a Valyrian steel sword, so it's better to discard it.

Swordsmen began to switch to two-handed swordsmanship.

Arthur looked at the bear, whose body was trembling slightly.

I'm sorry, Big Bear, but there can only be one champion in the finals.

A swift and cruel thought flashed through Arthur's mind: the game was about to end.

Arthur defended the center line well, his blade flashing left and right, but his footwork remained steady, allowing him to move with ease.

After a brief pause, Arthur's swordplay became faster and fiercer, the sword flow sweeping across his opponent like a storm.

The black blade reached everywhere, and the clanging sound of steel echoed across the battlefield, reverberating around Arthur and the bear.

Under this dark, dense net of swords, Arthur was on the offensive, while Bear was on the defensive.

Arthur's longsword strikes reached new heights in speed, accuracy, and power, leaving the bear overwhelmed and struggling to keep up.

The bear gritted its teeth, trying to protect the joints and vital organs of its body, but it couldn't protect every part.

Even with his extensive combat experience, Da Xiong could not overcome his opponent's unparalleled speed and swordplay; the rain of swords enveloped him completely.

The onlookers couldn't see the intricacies of the battle; they simply cheered for the fight between the two black knights.

Only those warriors who have reached a certain level can truly see the thrill and excitement of this round of battle.

Gradually, Big Bear felt his sword-wielding hand becoming slower and slower; this war was torture for him.

His physical strength and willpower are slowly collapsing.

Bat Rider, however, remained as ferocious as a wolf, seemingly unaffected by the high frequency of battles and showing no signs of fatigue.

Big Bear sighed inwardly; defeat was inevitable.

Big Bear's stats were no match for Arthur's, so he couldn't outlast Arthur and was instead outlasted by him.

What else can be said in this situation?

The bear's armor was even slashed with fine cuts, and bright red blood was flowing from its arms and chest, causing the bear to feel a tearing pain.

Although Arthur did not go all out and stab the bear in the body with his longsword, leaving him with a penetrating wound.

However, during the process of dodging, the chainmail behind the armor was occasionally pierced by the steel blade, resulting in quite a few injuries.

Longclaw was pressed down by the Dark Messenger, unable to breathe, and the bear's vital defenses also failed.

Finally, the long claws fell limply to the ground, and the trembling bear knelt on one knee, its body covered in bloody wounds.

In the end, he lost the Battle of Wagang.