Those who have never actually fought the Mountain have misjudged the length of his greatsword.
The length of the Mountain's greatsword, plus the length of his arm, is more than twice the length of a two-handed sword.
A one-handed sword, approximately one meter long, is used with one hand. It is also known as a fighting sword. The most commonly used fighting swords are about seventy centimeters long. If a one-handed sword exceeds one meter, drawing it in combat will definitely be slower, as a longer sword takes longer to draw and is less agile in close combat.
Two-handed swords are about 1.3 to 1.5 meters long, twice the width of one-handed swords, and more than twice the weight.
Two-handed swords are also called longswords.
The greatsword is twice the width of a two-handed sword, about one and a half palm widths, and weighs more than twice as much, at 1.5 meters. Because of its length and weight, the greatsword is usually carried on the back, with the hilt protruding from the side of the shoulder rather than hanging on the belt at the waist.
The greatsword is incredibly heavy, requiring both hands to wield it with sufficient strength, making it more suitable for ground combat than horseback riding.
A sword that can be used immediately is a one-handed sword; only those with excellent fighting skills use two-handed swords.
The Mountain's greatsword is more than twice as heavy as a regular greatsword, wider than two adult hands, about ten times the weight of a one-handed sword, and uniquely the longest of both two-handed and greatswords. Combined with the length of his arm and the fact that he wields it with one hand, his attack range is at least three times that of a one-handed sword and about twice that of other two-handed swords.
In a duel with a knight using a one-handed or two-handed sword, there is a need to control the attack distance.
Regardless of whether the knights used a one-handed sword suitable for mounted combat or a two-handed sword used by highly skilled warriors, as long as they fought against the Mountain, they would be within attack range of the Mountain's greatsword even before they were within attack range of him.
This has an unexpected effect.
Knights all have their own habits, whether they train on foot or on horseback, and they practice with familiar swords when they practice with their opponents. But no knight has ever used a super heavy sword like The Mountain for combat training.
This can lead to misjudgments of distance in actual combat.
The knight thought they weren't close enough to attack, but the Mountain's greatsword came hurtling towards them, not only fast but also incredibly powerful and indestructible.
In a battle between knights, the most brutal thing is to cut off the opponent's head with a single sword stroke.
However, when faced with a killing god like the Mountain, a single horizontal slash severed half his body. A vertical cleave not only cleaved a man but also his horse.
This divine power, bloodshed, cruelty, and unparalleled strength were something that arrogant knights treated as a joke and mere rumors unless they experienced it firsthand.
After all, the West has enjoyed sixteen years of peace. Although minor conflicts between nobles continue, the Mountain's targets are usually the subjects and knights of other dukes, whom he targets during border patrols. Very few knights of the West have actually fought the Mountain.
Even fewer knights from the West have truly experienced the power of the Mountain.
Furthermore, the Mountain earned his infamy sixteen years ago when the Western Frontier army captured King's Landing and he raped and murdered Queen Elia Martell and threw her baby boy to his death.
Time will fade the cruel memories in people's hearts.
Adam Marbrand, a young hero who never took the Mountain seriously, simply smiled arrogantly, regardless of how terrifying and horrific the Mountain was rumored to be.
Firstly, Adam grew up by Tywin Lannister's side, and this sense of superiority gave him blind confidence. Secondly, no matter how ruthless the Mountain was, he never had any conflict with Adam Marbran in his life, nor did they have any interaction. Thirdly, the surname Marbran is not just a common surname for Lannisters; Tywin Lannister's mother's surname was Marbran.
Being fearless sometimes indicates one's ignorance.
In the blink of an eye, the Greatsword of the Mountain had hacked two knights of the Marble family to pieces; the gruesome and bloody scene was unprecedented.
He not only struck first, cutting down Adam's mount, but also, in the battle, with a single sword stroke, cleaved a valiant knight and his horse in two.
Blood rain and a strong stench of blood filled the air, making one's stomach churn.
The two knights who followed were shocked. After a slight hesitation, the Mountain kicked the spurs, and the sharp blades of the spurs pierced the warhorse's body, causing it to bleed profusely and making the horse suffer unbearable pain.
The warhorse charged forward immediately, and the Mountain swung his greatsword diagonally, slashing down into the despairing eyes of a knight. The knight had already tried to dodge, but the greatsword's excessive length, combined with the Mountain's speed and the length of his arm, which was as thick as a tree trunk, meant that the Mountain's attack covered an extremely wide area. Moreover, the Mountain wielded the super greatsword with one hand, and his agility and flexibility were in no way inferior to that of the smaller knight.
With a flash of cold light, the greatsword slashed into the knight's left neck, sliced open his body diagonally, and came out from his right waist.
A triangular body with a head bearing a look of despair and horror flew off, while another triangular body, gushing blood, remained firmly seated on the horse's back thanks to the saddle and stirrups. Its large and small intestines spilled out onto the ground.
All the knights and nobles, along with their retinues, were terrified, their faces pale and bluish-purple, their fighting spirit utterly extinguished. Even the warhorses were so frightened that their legs went weak, and several stumbled, throwing their riders to the ground.
Adam Marbran was also so shocked that he trembled all over.
This was the first time he had ever seen such a ferocious and vicious creature as Demon Mountain!
Of the four knights, only one remained. He had raised his sword in a defensive stance, but cold sweat poured from his forehead, nose, and neck.
His face was completely bloodless.
The raised sword trembled violently.
The Mountain swung his greatsword backhand, the back of the blade striking horizontally like a heavy hammer against the knight's chest. With a muffled thud, the knight's chest caved in, the sound of bones snapping sending chills down one's spine. The knight was sent flying backward like a toy thrown by the Mountain, blood gushing from his mouth as broken ribs pierced his heart.
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The knight fell into a rice paddy beside the official road and died instantly.
The Mountain Sword, dripping with blood, slowly walked up to Adam, staring at him with the awe-inspiring presence of a god.
"The Mountain, what do you want to do?" Count Marbrand shouted, his voice lacking conviction. The Mountain glared at the Count, who felt a tightness in his chest, unable to catch his breath, his face turning purplish-blue.
The Demon Mountain surveyed the group of nobles from the north.
"Listen carefully," Mo Shan said coldly. "I'm canceling the condition of buying back my land at the original price. You've made a fortune over the years, it's time to unconditionally return all my land and the people on it. I'm giving you one month to return everything. After one month, anyone who doesn't return it, no matter who they are, I will personally come to visit them."
The dozen or so northern nobles remained silent, their eyes filled with undisguised horror and fear.
"Lord Marblen, Casterly Rock is there, and so is Lord Tywin Lannister. You are welcome to come and punish me anytime. Let me tell you the truth, Lord Tywin is not satisfied with your usual cunning, bullying, and greedy ways of plundering. — Brothers, let's go!"
"Ha!"
With only eighty-six cavalrymen, they roared with the momentum of a thousand troops!
Okay, okay, okay!
Okay, okay, okay!
The sound of hooves was as dense as rain as The Mountain and Lord Gavin led the Clegane cavalry away from Lord Marble and his men!