Loras Tyrell.
The Knight of Flowers was staring intently at Lynn.
The handsome face no longer held its usual elegance and confidence, only deep apprehension and disbelief.
Lynn's heart was unperturbed.
He was just thinking that Loras's lance technique held no secrets for him anymore.
To defeat him would be as easy as turning his hand.
But, it wasn't enough.
He didn't want a simple victory.
He wanted a victory that would make everyone, especially that self-righteous Littlefinger, utterly despair!
Lynn's gaze shifted slightly, falling upon the person next to Loras.
There sat a younger knight, taller and with a more mature and steady demeanor.
Garlan Tyrell, Garlan the Gallant.
He was Loras's second brother, and widely recognized as the Tyrell family's most talented in swordsmanship and Riding.
A thought clearly emerged in Lynn's mind.
The royal herald's voice rang out again, with an uncontrollable tremor.
"Hand's Tourney, jousting, the final battle!"
"It will be between, the Knight of Flowers from Highgarden, Ser Loras Tyrell!"
"Against—"
"The Black Knight from the Wall!"
Lynn did not immediately enter the arena.
He turned his horse around and slowly returned to his preparation tent.
"I need ten minutes to rest."
He left these words and walked into the tent, letting down the curtain.
The people outside simply assumed he was exhausted and needed a break; no one found it strange.
Inside the tent, Lynn sat down cross-legged.
Greensight!
This time, his target was incredibly clear.
Garlan Tyrell!
He didn't need any anchor points.
Because just now, he had already deeply imprinted Garlan's image into his spiritual world with his own eyes!
Buzz—
His consciousness was once again drawn away!
His mental power transformed into an invisible arrow, piercing through the mists of time and space, accurately striking towards Highgarden!
He "saw" it!
In the flower-filled training grounds of Highgarden.
Two young knights were engaged in an intense sparring match.
One was the dazzling Loras.
The other was Garlan, wearing a simple, unadorned helmet and ordinary armor.
Garlan's spearmanship was distinctly different from Loras's elegance.
Every charge he made carried an effortless composure.
His lance tip always managed to penetrate Loras's defense with an angle that seemed unremarkable yet was extremely tricky.
That wasn't mere technique.
It was a perfect mastery of timing, distance, and power!
It was a return to simplicity!
Lynn's consciousness frantically absorbed all of this.
"[Detecting host observing legendary Riding...]
[Attributes meet requirements, analyzing the Riding techniques of Garlan the Gallant, Tyrell...]
[Analysis complete!]
[Congratulations, host, you have comprehended a new skill: Garlan's Lance Techniques replaces Loras's Lance Techniques.]
[Congratulations, host, your skill 'Riding (Proficient)' has gained a large amount of insight, and its proficiency has greatly increased!]"
Lynn suddenly opened his eyes.
He opened his attribute panel.
Name: Lynn
Strength: 9 (96%)
Agility: 8 (61%)
Constitution: 7 (52%)
Spirit: 25 (1%)
[Single Handed Sword (Master) 52 / 2000] (Training Improvement)
[Light Sword (Expert) 3 / 1000] (Training Improvement)
[Arthur's Dual Wielding Swordsmanship (Proficient) 41 / 500]
[Riding (Expert) 311 / 1000]
[Garlan's Lance Techniques (Expert) 31 / 1000]
[Click to expand hidden]... Remaining experience: 78
The fusion of Loras's and Garlan's lance techniques elevated him from proficient to expert, and even brought his Riding skill to expert level.
Even if the remaining experience couldn't further improve it, it was enough.
Lynn stood up, pushed aside the tent curtain, and remounted Storm's back.
The final began!
Loras Tyrell looked at the Black Knight who had re-entered the arena, his heart filled with wariness.
He didn't know how the opponent had defeated Jaime.
But he knew that this person was by no means as simple as he appeared on the surface.
"Begin!"
Charge!
Loras adjusted his state to its peak!
He charged towards his opponent like a blooming golden rose, with unparalleled elegance and sharpness!
However, the black figure opposite him changed again.
It was no longer the brutal and overbearing posture he had used against Jaime.
Lynn's body relaxed slightly, his lance held seemingly casually at chest height.
It was a posture Loras was incredibly familiar with.
It was... his second brother Garlan's opening stance!
Loras's heart skipped a beat.
Impossible!
Just a coincidence?
He forcibly suppressed the strange feeling in his heart and focused on the duel before him.
"Bang!"
A muffled thud!
Loras's lance tip accurately aimed for Lynn's shield.
However, just as it was about to hit, Lynn's shield dipped downwards at an extremely slight angle!
Loras's lance tip grazed the edge of the shield and slid past!
But Lynn's lance, striking later, arrived first, touching Loras's breastplate with a speed that seemed slow but was extremely fast!
The force was moderate.
But it made Loras's body sway violently, almost losing his balance.
First round, Lynn wins.
Loras's face instantly changed.
That was no coincidence!
That technique of deflecting force, that timing of striking later but arriving first!
Aside from his second brother Garlan, he had never seen it in another person!
On the high platform, Renly Baratheon's smile froze.
He anxiously looked at Garlan Tyrell beside him.
And Garlan had already stood up.
He stared intently at the Black Knight in the arena, his usually steady face filled with disbelief.
How could this be?
"Again!"
The second charge!
Loras's mind was already in disarray.
He felt as if he was not facing that nameless Black Knight.
But his second brother, whom he had never beaten since childhood!
That feeling of being completely seen through, completely suppressed, enveloped him once more.
This caused him immense psychological pressure.
He had lost half the battle before it even began!
"Bang!"
This time, Loras's lance missed again.
And Lynn's lance tip once again accurately struck him at the end of his old force, just before new force could be generated!
Loras swayed violently on his horse, almost falling off.
He lost this round, lost again.
"No..."
Loras let out a reluctant murmur.
Then he forced himself to pull himself together.
He could not lose!
He was the Knight of Flowers!
He was the most popular knight in the Seven Kingdoms!
How could he lose to a nameless crow!
The third, and final, charge!
Loras charged almost with his eyes closed, placing all his hope on this desperate, all-or-nothing thrust!
He saw the Black Knight opposite him also coming forward.
That posture, that figure.
Even the charging stance was identical.
Lynn's figure completely overlapped with the figure of his second brother in his memory.
And even some of his own shadow in it?
A fear stemming from the depths of his soul instantly shattered all his pride and fighting spirit.
He simply could not comprehend this incredible scene.
Loras's hand trembled uncontrollably.
It was this tremor that decided the outcome.
"Bang!"
There was no earth-shattering crash.
Lynn's lance merely guided and parried with a light touch.
Loras's body then lost all balance.
He traced an elegant yet clumsy arc in the air, then fell heavily to the ground.
The entire arena was silent.
On the high platform, Petyr Baelish felt a sudden darkness before his eyes.
He slumped from his chair.
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