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

On the training ground of Starfall City, the blunt sword in the hand of "Dark Star" Jero Dane was knocked away.

The first Arthur, "Sword of the Dawn," cast a shadow over Dark Star.

Now the second Arthur, the "Dark Knight," is giving him another beating.

Dark Star was somewhat frustrated; Arthur was his natural counter.

Dark Star was slow from the start, and slowed down every step of the way, never having the chance or the strength to grab another set of weapons from the sidelines.

Arthur's greatsword flew up like lightning and struck Jero's left and right ribs, leaving Jero helpless.

Arthur then kicked out suddenly.

With that kick, Dark Star was sent flying.

Dark Star fell straight to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Koben coldly observed the battle. Arthur's berserk talent surpassed that of Sir Oswell, reminding him of the dragon knight Aemon.

Both dragons and bats have winged skin, and at this point, the helmets seem to have a consistency.

Adding to the allure of Arthur's eyes, Qyburn was unsure whether his reasoning was sound.

"Arthur!" Aria called out Arthur's name, and Arthur's behavior made her a fan of Arthur as well.

Although she looks like a younger, plus-sized version of Ashara, Aria is more passionate and sunny than her older sister.

"Long live Harrenhal!"

"Long live Harrenhal!" the big guy Raleigh cheered. Arthur's strength made his blood boil; this was the true power of a knight.

The three hired knights were relieved; they now knew where Arthur's squire and instructor's confidence came from.

Arthur is highly skilled in martial arts and has the ability to finish a match.

He could even easily defeat opponents several years older than himself, such as Mega and Blackfire.

"Dark Knight!"

"Bat Rider!"

The cheers surged like a tidal wave as people chanted the name "Arthur River," just as they had cheered for the previous Arthur, the Sword of the Dawn.

Although Dorne, the North, and the Iron Islands are less influenced by chivalric culture, their veneration of warriors remains the same.

Like Robb Stark and Jon Snow, who began training in martial arts at Winterfell as soon as they could walk, Oberyn Martell was also one of the best Dornish warriors.

The spectators cheered for the victor, Dark Star, Dorne's finest young swordsman, who had suffered such a humiliating defeat.

The Dark Knight wasn't exaggerating; he was indeed excessively powerful.

"Lord Zero!"

The servants of Dark Star were shocked; they had never seen Dark Star beaten up like this.

"You're not exaggerating. The Dark Knight's talent is truly remarkable. Dark Star tried to use his age and strength to launch a quick attack, but he was outmaneuvered. Arthur Hoan seems to have been born for battle," Ser Samwell said to Ser Lucas.

"He will be the undefeated champion of the arena and the battlefield." Sir Lucas nodded.

"Dark Star has only fallen off his horse once or twice, but he has never lost so miserably," said Earl Alan.

Arthur possesses this talent, the talent of a warrior, which gives him unparalleled charisma.

Arthur picked up his blunt sword and walked up to Dark Star.

Dark Star's head was spinning, and Arthur took off his slightly deformed helmet.

Jero's cheeks were bruised and swollen, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.

"You lost." Arthur looked at Dark Star.

"Why...?" Dark Star roared in despair. "I'm older than you, more experienced than you, and more hardworking than you."

"Because I'm stronger. You really enjoy killing and chaos, don't you?" Arthur looked at the Dark Star, his words carrying a kind of magic.

"You also crave chaos?" Dark Star's eyes widened, but Arthur did not answer the question.

This is a secret deep in his heart.

Dark Star suddenly felt that he was being crushed in every way, both physically and mentally.

He wanted to become famous, but instead he was trampled underfoot by Arthur.

"What are your sword techniques?" Dark Star asked.

"Want to learn? I'll teach you. My sword technique is the Tide." Arthur sheathed his blunt sword.

"Want to come again?" Arthur asked Dark Star softly, preparing to loosen up Dark Star's muscles again.

"I lost." Dark Star reluctantly admitted defeat, his Dao heart somewhat shattered by the blow.

He recounted the process of that defeat, and realized that if it had been a real war, he would certainly have died.

But he lost so naturally, the difference in strength made him suffer like a nightmare.

The key factors are talent, age, and shrewdness.

Arthur Hogan has a greater advantage than him, and if a few more years pass, he will lose even more miserably.

At this moment, Count Alan announced: "The winner is Arthur of the River House, the Dark Knight."

"Black Arthur! The Dark Knight!"

The crowd surged and cheered, the applause lingering long afterward, celebrating the new heroic knight.

The servants of High Hidden City came forward to help their master and comfort Dark Star.

"You should be proud that you lost to the most outstanding rising star of the Seven Kingdoms."

"If you can't speak, then don't speak." Dark Star Jero was so angry that he felt even more sorrowful.

He wanted to surpass the Dawn Sword, but now it seems even less likely.

The Dark Knight's reputation is now legendary; he was nothing more than a defeated foe.

"Let's take Jero away to rest and recover first, then we'll go to the Divine Sword Hall for a banquet," Count Alan announced, and the crowd gradually dispersed.

Arthur looked at the Dark Star being taken away; that kid was arrogant and conceited.

Only by beating him to death can we leave a shadow on him and plant fear in his heart.

The Dark Star is also a Dornish spy, having slept with Arianne, and craving fame, power, and even war.

Rather than letting Dark Star be bribed by Varys, perhaps he could become Arthur's double agent.

Afterwards, Arthur and his servants needed to change into clothes suitable for the Earl's banquet.

Arthur removed his armor and padding, then changed into his evening gown.

The Divine Sword Hall was magnificent and filled with a joyful atmosphere.

Arthur wore a yellow tunic with black stripes and a gold emblem of nine black bats, along with riding breeches, boots, and a finely crafted sword belt. A brand-new yellow cloak was draped over his back.

Dark Star had a bandage on his forehead, and his eyes looked somewhat vacant.

He hadn't forgotten the shadow Arthur cast; the Dark Knight was ruthless when he struck.

Arthur sat at the VIP table on the high platform, next to Aria, who was wearing a purple gauze dress. The two young people were laughing and chatting.

"Thank you, Earl Alain, for the lavish feast!"

"Long live Count Alain!" the guests cheered.

There were mainly three groups of people: the people from Starfall City, the people from High Hidden City, and Arthur's entourage.

The feast in Starfall City includes lemon egg soup, long green peppers stuffed with cheese and onions, lamprey pie, honey-roasted capon, and large fish caught from the sea.

The most famous dish is snake soup, which is made by simmering seven different kinds of snake meat with dragon pepper, blood orange and a little snake venom over a low flame.

"It's really spicy." Arthur took a sip; it was indeed spicy.

"You can savor it slowly, the flavor is too strong," Aria said with a smile. Her hair was also black, except for her purple eyes and fair skin.

The Dane family members don't all look alike; Earl Ara's heir, Edric, has platinum blonde hair.

Arthur nodded, then began to savor it.

"You will gain immortal fame, and I'm even considering making Ed your squire in the future," Earl Alan said with a smile.

"That's my honor," Arthur laughed.

In this way, he effectively locked down Starfall City.

"I'm writing to you, remember to reply," Aria whispered.

"Don't worry. Come visit God's Eye Lake when the time comes; it's a very beautiful place," Arthur replied softly.

"Are you really leaving?" Sir Samwell asked Arthur.

Arthur nodded. "Starfall is a good place, but I have to go back to Harrenhal."

A storm is coming; war is about to begin.

He recruited soldiers along the way precisely to teach King Baron's Iron Army a lesson.

He has already won honors in the arena, and now he will claim honors on the battlefield.