Just as everyone was incredulous that even the Hound hesitated for a moment, the Mountain roared like a thunderclap, shocking everyone. Some noblewomen and ladies dropped their delicacies on the table, and many knights, generals, centurions, and guards were caught off guard, their hands trembling and wine splashing from their glasses.
Amidst the thunderous roar, Demon Mountain strode toward the Hound.
His stride was really too long.
Each step taken is equivalent to three steps for an average person.
This sudden burst of speed was truly as swift as a rabbit and as powerful as a galloping horse.
A humanoid beast rapidly approached the hunting dog.
The hounds made nimble dodges, moving left and right to confuse the Demon Mountain's sense of direction.
But these are all minor tricks and tips!
A heavy sword has no edge! — A sword so heavy that it doesn't need sharpening; a single strike is enough to kill. It's more than ten times more lethal than a sharpened ordinary sword.
With absolute strength and berserk speed, the Mountain actually doesn't need any skills.
Sword and shield clashed, and the Hound stumbled backward, losing its footing. The Mountain, however, continued its advance.
The shield is the Mountain's weapon.
Shield Bash!
With two sword strikes and three shield bashes, The Mountain had the Hound back to the edge of the duel.
If the Hound engages in another sword and shield duel, it will be forced out of the duel circle.
Whether it's the Hound's proactive sword strike or the Mountain's proactive shield bash, it's always the Hound that has to retreat.
Because of the Mountain's enormous size, his shield was several times wider and thicker than a normal shield; otherwise, it would not have been able to conceal his massive size.
The oak shield with iron edging held in his hands was also specially made by the Mountain, and a special horse was usually needed to carry this huge shield and greatsword.
In the Mountain's hands it was a shield, but in the eyes of ordinary soldiers it was just a thick door panel covered with iron.
Deep cracks have appeared on the Mountain's shield, but this does not diminish the Mountain's absolute advantage.
Unless a miracle occurs, such as the Hound arranging for assassins to ambush the Mountain with crossbows, or the Hound pre-burying crossbows in the grass, the Hound's own crossbow attacks are powerless against the Mountain's perfect shield defense and offense, unless someone helps him.
Suddenly, the Mountain charged forward, and within the limited dueling circle, the Hound was already outside the dueling circle.
Many people looked ashen-faced, while many more wore happy smiles.
Those who bet on The Mountain are laughing all the way to the bank!
A loud bang!
The Hound's sword slammed into the Mountain's rapidly charging shield. Sparks flew, and a huge gash burst open in the shield's metal, the sword embedding itself deep into the oak shield, the deep crater demonstrating the Hound's formidable attack power.
However, the Mountain's power was much greater, not just a little bit stronger, but several times stronger than the shield bash!
An unparalleled force surged from the sword into the hound's arms, instantly piercing through its entire body. It was a familiar sensation, similar to the impact of the sword strike from the Demon Mountain the previous night, only far more powerful.
The Houndman was sent flying backward, tracing an arc in the air, like a human toy sent flying by the Mountain's shield.
boom!
The hunting dog crashed onto the grass, its body sliding forward and flat on the ground, out of control.
A long trail was left in the grass until the hound's body came to a stop in front of the nobles' long table.
A tremendous force reverberated through the hound's body; he felt a sweet taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood. His arms and upper body were completely numb from the shock.
This shield bash put even more pressure on the hound's body than the last greatsword strike.
After all, the heavy shield was far heavier than the greatsword. When the Mountain swung it and struck it with all its might, it was like a moving small mountain bombarding the Hound.
A terrifying shield bash! Swift as a landslide, unstoppable, and unmatched!
If there were no restrictions on the duel circle, the hound could also choose to retreat and dodge.
Even if the hounds took off running, they couldn't escape the Mountain's pursuit.
For every step the Demon Mountain takes, the hounds have to run three!
The Mountain's strides were too large, and his explosive speed was even stronger in a very short time!
The entire room fell silent!
In terms of explosive power, among the seven kingdoms, Demon Mountain is invincible!
From throwing his sword out of the circle to launching a counterattack, the Mountain was as swift as a mad lion. After forcing the Hound into space, he knocked the Hound down with a single shield bash.
There's absolutely no need to use a sword!
The Mountain strode up to the Hound and stepped on the longsword in the Hound's hand.
The hilt of the hound's longsword was bound to his hand with a cloth strip, so that his sword could not be knocked away unless his hand was cut off!
The Mountain slowly placed the bottom edge of his shield on the Hound's neck.
Countless eyes widened in disbelief, whether they had bet on the Mountain or the Hound.
Joffrey's blue eyes gleamed with excited, almost manic light. He stood up, clenched his fists, and was about to shout, "Press down, Mountain!"
Queen Cersei turned pale and cried out 'No!'
The hound was her dog; it had nothing to do with any affection between master and servant, it was mainly because she needed the dog!
Queen Cersei thought she had shouted with all her might, but she heard her voice was so weak that it was almost inaudible, and she even doubted whether she had made a sound at all.
Queen Cersei made no sound! Her scream was in her heart! On the surface, she picked up her wine glass, trying to appear calm as she took a sip, but her hands were so tense that she couldn't bring the glass to her lips.
The nobles, courtiers, knights, generals, and guards who were watching from all sides almost all stood up. They were unaware that they had stood up; it was as if some mysterious, unseen force was propelling their bodies to their feet. They stared intently at the Mountain, knowing that the Mountain's shield would fall down and sever the Hound's neck, and the Hound, renowned for its ferocity throughout the Seven Kingdoms, would be decapitated.
Sansa covered her face with her hands and closed her eyes tightly.
Sister Maudan, the governess beside her, turned her head away, unable to bear watching any longer. Brothers killing each other in bloodshed, the heinous crime of patricide, a human tragedy!
"Hound, you've lost!" The Mountain's voice rang out. He slightly raised his shield, allowing the Hound to catch his breath.
The hunting dog was panting heavily, unable to speak.
The force of the Mountain's shield striking him caused pain in his arms and chest.
The numbness disappeared, and the pain returned!
"If you use a spear, you might have a chance to pierce my leg! Against absolute power, your weapon must be longer than mine to have any chance. A straight thrust with your spear, with your strength, could pierce two layers of my armor in one strike!"
The power of a sword strike is concentrated on the blade, which is too dispersed; the power of a spear is concentrated at the tip, resulting in greater pressure. With the hound's formidable strength, it can easily pierce armor!
The Hound glared at the Mountain, feeling as if the Mountain's words were a poisonous whip lashing at his dignity and honor!
After last night's duel, it was the Mountain who taught him to use hidden arrows and poison, which he did as instructed; today he failed again, unable to use either crossbow bolts or poison, and he lost!
And the Mountain started 'teaching' him a lesson again!
When did the Mountain transform from 'foolish rage' into 'wise combat techniques'?!
"Hound, I'll give you three chances today: the first because of my father; the second because of my sister; and the third because of you. Our feud is over, I win the duel, and I have the right to burn you alive!" The Mountain moved his shield aside and shouted, "Bernie, bring me a torch!"
The hound is fearless and unafraid of death, but there is one thing he is terrified of: fire!