The hounds attacked the left side of Demon Mountain, using long spears—a carefully designed attack.
The Mountain's sword is in his right hand; his left side is his weak point.
The Hound charged with a longsword, but switched to a spear midway, demonstrating his determination to kill the Mountain.
The Mountain taught the Hound that a spear is better for armor penetration, as the power of a spear lies in a single point, while even a sword thrusting straight through is far less effective at penetrating armor than a spear thrust.
The gun was designed solely for stabbing!
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Demon Mountain roared, like thunder striking the ground from the sky. The power of the thunder caused the three charging warhorses to slow their advance slightly, and the hands of the three fierce generals trembled slightly.
The Mountain's two-handed greatsword was too heavy for the warrior to wield! But in his hands, it was as light as a feather. He had long since transferred the greatsword from his right hand to his left, as easily and naturally as breathing. He clenched his fist in his right hand, which was covered by an iron gauntlet, and took a big step to the right. His stride was large, which was easy for ordinary people. With this big step, he avoided the Hound's spear thrust and also avoided Soros's flaming sword's chest slash!
He also dodged Ilyn Payne's downward strike, but his body blocked the path of Ilyn Payne's charging horse. Man and horse collided violently in the blink of an eye.
The Mountain couldn't dodge, nor did he have time. As he took a large stride, he clenched his right fist, which was covered by a chainmail gauntlet. Knights and lords would wear such soft iron gauntlets to protect their hands before battle.
The Mountain took a step to the right and simultaneously threw a punch that struck the head of Ilyn Payne's charging warhorse.
Bang!
With a dull thud, the head of the galloping warhorse crashed into the iron fist of the Demon Mountain, exploding like a bag of water filled with red paint, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.
The charging warhorse crashed into an invisible wall of bronze and iron; its head shattered like flying tofu, and its neck was torn apart inch by inch!
One punch and his head is smashed!
The horse's hindquarters suddenly jerked upwards, while its front was slammed downwards by an invisible, unmatched force.
Ilyn Payne, who was riding on the horse, was suddenly thrown up by the overturned horse and passed over the head of the Mountain, who was sitting firmly on the ground. The Mountain's iron fist sank into the horse's neck like a giant hammer smashing into soft soil, and his fist, wrist and half of his arm were completely buried in it.
Ilyin Payne tumbled through the air like a spinning top before crashing into the rapids of the Red Fork River with a deafening roar, sending a massive column of water spurting upwards.
The momentum of the warhorse, whose head had been smashed by a punch, was forcibly suppressed by the Mountain's right fist, preventing it from charging forward. The Mountain swung his right arm sharply to the left, causing the horse to flip and leap into the air, crashing headless into Soros's warhorse.
Thousands of people on both sides of the Red Fork River stared in disbelief, forgetting to breathe and shout.
A headless horse crashed into the hindquarters of Soros's warhorse, which had just charged past the Demon Mountain. With a crisp crack, Soros's horse broke in two.
This force was so fierce and swift that it crushed the hind legs of Soros's warhorse the moment it made contact.
The mournful neighing of warhorses was heartbreaking; one could not bear to listen!
Soros nimbly leaped off his warhorse, and as soon as he landed, the horse collapsed with a crash, neighing mournfully!
The hunting dog reined in the charging warhorse with all its might. Just as it managed to stop the warhorse at the Red Fork River, the warhorse's front hooves had already stepped into the river!
The stronger the forward momentum, the greater the inertial force.
The Hound reined in its horse and returned. Soros's flaming sword had already been cleaved in two by the Mountain's greatsword. The Mountain had reached out and grabbed Soros's chest. Soros was dressed as a monk and was not wearing armor. When the Mountain grabbed him by the chest, his chest was immediately injured.
Soros was very tall, but compared to the Mountain, that was nothing. The Mountain lifted Soros up easily, and Soros, incredibly fierce, thrust his broken sword at the Mountain's face.
With a flick of his right hand, the Mountain tossed Soros into the Red Fork River like a scarecrow.
The force of that throw was so great that it nearly sent Soros's tall body flying into the middle of the river.
Whoosh!
With a loud splash, Soros was swallowed by the murky river!
Hound, spear in hand, faced the Demon Mountain alone.
Before the Hound could attack, the Mountain planted his greatsword in the ground, lifted Soros's neighing horse from the ground, and charged at the Hound. The Hound was startled and kicked his horse, fleeing diagonally along the riverbank. The Mountain roared, his weapon whistling as it swung down towards the Hound's horse.
The sandy soil along the riverbank was soft, making it impossible for the warhorses to run at any speed.
The walls of Riverrun were already packed with the city's citizens, and the thousands who witnessed the battle were all terrified. The thirty gold-robed men, the thousand-plus Riverrun garrison, and the knights and nobles of various families who had gathered to watch the battle were all filled with fear and trepidation!
With the might of the Demon Mountain God, who could stand against him, wielding his wounded warhorse as a weapon?
He possesses superhuman strength, unmatched by anyone!
The Hound's warhorse was no match for the speed of the Mountain's throwing warhorse, so the Hound had to drop his lance and leap into the Red Fork River to escape.
boom!
The two horses collided violently, neighing in agony as they fell into the Red Fork River, their bones broken and muscles snapped, killing them instantly!
The thousands of soldiers and civilians watching from both sides of the strait were all suffocated and terrified, and no one spoke up.
Lord Thomas Smallwood of Acorn Hall, who had once arrogantly shouted on the south bank that he would fight the Mountain one-on-one, was now pale, his mouth dry, and his limbs weak. He quietly retreated among the guards, no longer having the confidence to challenge the Mountain to a duel!
Duke Horst, who witnessed the battle from the giant triangular balcony, was shocked and murmured, "With such a fierce general in Tywin of the West, if the country falls into chaos, which of the generals of the Riverlands can stand against the Mountain?"
The scholar beside him, Weiman, looked somber and remained silent.
Demon Mountain possesses superhuman strength, with enormous strides and unparalleled speed. Moreover, he is ruthless and merciless. Among all the generals in the Hejian region, none can rival Demon Mountain!
In the Red Fork River, Ilyn Payne had already been pulled out of the river by the boatmen. He was pale and his eyes were lifeless. The Mountain had given him a chance to fight back. He finally fulfilled his long-cherished wish and learned just how far he was from the Mountain.
He was arrogant about his divine strength, and his two-handed swords were ruthless and merciless, and he took pleasure in killing. However, when he fought against the Mountain, he could not withstand the power of the Mountain's punch!
Soros emerged from the river; the swift current meant nothing to him. He grew up in the coastal city of Myr, where every child was a skilled surfer from a young age. The dwarves had all drowned in the waves!
Soros waded across the water without needing a boatman to row him.
The hound jumped into the Red Fork River, which was closest to the bank, and quickly got up, becoming the first to return to shore.
The Mountain sheathed his greatsword, and Edmure helped Ilyn Payne ashore. Bernie and thirty other brothers came over and surrounded the Mountain.
The Mountain was so powerful and invincible that his brothers were all very excited to follow him. Without even swearing an oath, they were all willing to give their lives to follow him!
As soon as Soros landed, thirty men in gold robes immediately surrounded him.
This is the advantage of not wearing armor.
Soros, who wasn't wearing armor, was able to swim back after being thrown into the river by the Mountain; while Ilyn Payne, who fell not far, needed Count Edmure to direct the boatmen to rescue him because he was wearing armor.
"Who wants to arrest me and convict me directly?" the Mountain shouted.
The sound was like rolling thunder, rumbling low over the Red Fork River. More than a thousand warriors, dozens of knights, generals, knights and centurions all fell silent, none daring to speak!