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

The sunlight was a halo of yellow light, while Longshan emitted a grayish-white haze.

The loudspeaker blares, the messenger reports for duty, and the soldiers prepare to charge.

Cheers erupted from the crowd; this was a one-on-one sword and shield duel, a performance by the young people.

"The first match, the one that's most anticipated, is the battle between our two heirs, Bat Knight Arthur Hoan and Swan Knight Donald Sven," the announcer said, spitting as he spoke.

People of this era love to sing praises of heroic tales.

"Dragon Knight," "Falcon Knight," "Hungry Wolf," "Dauntless" Barristan, "Sword of the Dawn," "Laughing Storm," "Hammer of Justice"—these nicknames are all incredibly cool.

Most of them come from the heroic deeds of warriors in the arena or on the battlefield, their decorations, or their tribal names and emblems.

Arthur's move undoubtedly greatly increased his fame.

The Sven family's symbol is a black and white swan, while the River family's symbol is a black bat.

Arthur's helmet, armor, and shield all bear the bat symbol.

Donald, on the other hand, wore a logo featuring a pair of fighting black and white swans.

The match between Donald Sven and Arthur Hoan was particularly captivating.

Stormlands has always been known for its martial spirit, and the frontier is considered the best of Stormlands.

The Sven family were powerful lords on the frontier, proud and cautious.

They learn to fight before they learn to walk.

Moreover, Donald is older and has been training for a longer period of time.

If Arthur were to win, it would be a huge surprise.

"I think Sir Donald is a good candidate, and he's already fifteen, which is a big advantage in terms of age," Renly said smugly.

"You're too young. My longsword doesn't bully the old and the young. Don't lose too badly, Master Arthur," Donald Sven, who was slightly taller than Arthur, advised in a low voice.

This can be considered as subduing the enemy without fighting, exploiting a bug.

If Arthur leaves the field, Donald will automatically win the first game.

"That's hard to say," Arthur said with a slight smile.

Donald glanced at Arthur's blunt sword.

Arthur's blunt sword is wider and thicker, which must require more physical exertion.

Arthur casually brandished a sword stance or two, his movements agile and nimble.

Donald noticed Arthur's physique; he was taller and more agile than boys his age, and his stats were indeed those of a swordsman.

Donald wisely kept his mouth shut.

This kid seems to have come prepared; he's not just arrogant.

"For Storm's End! Donald!" Young Renly Baratheon was also very happy, cheering for his vassal.

"Beat him up, Donald. Let the little bat know how powerful the Stormtroopers are!" Donald's brother, Baron Sven, shouted.

"Be careful!"

Donal Sven, heir to Stonehelm, shouted and then began to execute his sword techniques methodically.

Donald's talent was not as great as his younger brother Baron Sven, the White Knight in the original story.

But he was also an experienced young swordsman, and he put pressure on Arthur right away.

Donald initiated a fast break.

They wanted to gain an advantage by leveraging their age and physical strength.

Left and right, high and low.

quick!quick!quick!

It started with a violent storm.

His sword moves always missed, and were always deflected at the last moment.

"Have you not eaten, Donald?" The Cullen family members loudly mocked Donald.

Both families were major lords in the frontier regions, but they were also rivals.

"Beat him up, Donald! Your opponent is three years younger than you. Don't embarrass our Stormlands!" the Stormlands knights urged.

Donald became increasingly agitated as the game progressed.

He became even more enraged by the encouragement and urging of Duke Renly and the Knights of Stormlands.

If he loses the first match, he'll really lose all face.

"Wait, Sir Donald!"

Arthur smiled slightly and said, "Let's compare my stats."

The tournaments in Westeros are similar to the progression of ordinary sports and music.

To put it simply, it's repetitive training.

Ultimately, reaching the top level depends on physical attributes and talent.

Arthur defended calmly and moved with agility.

His first match was not flashy.

Arthur maintained his defensive distance, his footwork circling.

The defense was perfectly in place at the last moment, and then a tricky counterattack was launched.

Donald gradually sensed that something was wrong.

This doesn't seem right. Is this really the size and strength of a twelve-year-old?

Donald was drenched in sweat; he suddenly felt he might lose.

Arthur Hoan's skill in swordplay, both in speed and power, is exceptionally advanced for his age.

What's even more terrifying is their resilience and the speed of their physical recovery.

Donald had used all his skills, but still couldn't find a weakness in his opponent, who remained tireless.

In terms of strength, Donald had to admit that he had been negligent.

Is he really a genius?

Sword duels are also difficult battles.

After my frenzied attacks, Donald felt his stamina slowly waning.

Muscle soreness caused a decrease in the speed and frequency of swordsmanship.

"Clang!" Arthur's blunt sword began to accelerate, revealing its sharpness like a venomous snake.

Arthur was as fast as a nimble cheetah.

He made a feint attack first, and Donald hurriedly raised his shield to defend.

The blunt sword made a piercing whistling sound against the shield, a clang of metal against metal.

Then Arthur changed his attack and struck Donald's swan helmet with his blunt sword, making Sir Donald somewhat dizzy.

The first strike, followed by the second strike.

Then Donald's knees and sword-wielding hand were attacked.

Arthur brandished his shield again.

"Bang! Bang!" The shield slammed violently into Donald's body.

Donald was dizzy and disoriented, with a metallic, bloody taste in his mouth.

"I give up! I give up!"

Donald raised his arm bitterly.

He discarded his somewhat tattered shield and dejectedly faced his defeat.

They wanted to show their face, but ended up showing their butt.

His servants carefully removed Donald's deformed helmet and led the loser off the stage.

After this match.

Arthur remained radiant, which only made Donald seem even more useless.

The winners of the first round in Stormlands, Valley, and other regions have also begun to raise their threshold for wariness of Arthur.

Donald wasn't a top-tier player, but he was a decent knight with the advantage of age.

To be so thoroughly outmaneuvered by the Bat Boy only makes Black Arthur even more terrifying.

"Young Master Arthur Hogan has won!" the announcer shouted excitedly.

Judging from this first round, there really is a dark horse emerging in Hejian.

"Good lad!" Robert Baratheon laughed heartily, drunk.

Under the sword's edge, the Bat Warrior's performance was a resounding slap in the face to those who were pessimistic.

"This talent is even greater than I thought," Sir Barristan mused.

Previously, he had only admired Jaime Lannister, the Kingslayer, for his swordsmanship.

"Bat Rider!"

"Bat Rider!"

"Black Arthur!"

"Black Arthur!"

"Arthur! Arthur!" the lords and noblewomen shouted in rapt attention; it was indeed a spectacular performance.

Lord Tytos Blackwood also willingly clapped.

I didn't expect there to be such talented young people in Hejian, but it's a pity they're from East Hejian.

"Is this person that amazing?" Nine-year-old Baron Sven asked in surprise.

"He's far more capable than your brother; he handles things with ease. But how can this man's talent be so exceptional?" Earl Gulian Sven murmured.

He was also a renowned knight, with an even sharper eye.

Those who can overcome age gaps and defeat their opponents are all renowned ruthless individuals in Westeros.

For example, the cruel Meg.

At the age of twelve, he was already able to defeat young men four or five years older than himself in a series of martial arts competitions, and showed no mercy to experienced veterans in the training ground.

"Thank you all!" Arthur bowed gracefully, then temporarily left the arena to await the start of the second round of the competition.

This is just pure numerical data!

The power of the Blue Hand.

As long as the five dimensions of strength, speed, endurance, resilience, perception, and recovery are all perfect.

It's a numerical monster.

Westeros is not lacking in numerical geniuses: Robert, the Sword of the Morning, the Dragon Knights, Blackfyre, Maegor, and the Laughing Storm.

Arthur wanted to place himself in, or even surpass, this group.

Arthur's performance was effortless, but on the other side, the other contestants from the Riverlands were being brutally killed.

Edmure, Marco Piper, and Vance were kicked out for their mediocre performance.

Three were eliminated in the first round in the Riverlands.

Lucas Root and Veri Ward narrowly made it to the second round.

This should be considered their limit.

The two of them could only reach the level of becoming top-tier swordsmen in the future.

Wangling and Longshidao fared even worse, being completely wiped out in the first round.

These two places.

He wasn't originally known for his martial prowess, especially after the Battle of the Trident and the massacre of King's Landing.