"The seven circles of hell!" King Robert cursed. "Tell him to stop!"
The oversight officials, however, were still in shock and didn't hear a thing!
Such a fierce battle is unheard of!
The Demon Mountain was unleashed with a murderous demonic nature, becoming ruthless and determined to take lives.
He strode past the several'standing' corpses, picked up the large black iron hammer, and held it in his hand. There were no opponents left around him. Swordsmen, knife-wielders, spearmen, shield bearers, and mace-wielders all kept their distance, and three of them retreated directly to the edge of the battle circle, ready to step outside at any moment to ensure their own safety.
The crowd was already terrified!
No one had the will to fight anymore.
The Mountain turned around, and Julie was standing up from the ground, pulling a short sword from the throat of a person lying on the ground.
Several people who had fallen after being cut in the calves by Big Head's sword and shield were brutally finished off by Julie.
This is a very serious violation; she was directly aiming to kill someone!
This little girl's ruthless and cruel killing sent chills down one's spine.
Polliver is severing a person's hand with his sword and shield; it looks like he's about to add another piece to his art collection. The sword and shield seem to work very well for cutting human body parts.
Luo Fu helped Zeli up; Zeli appeared lifeless, her armor shattered into pieces, blood staining her back. Sweet-talking Raff and Executioner Deng Sen defended themselves with swords, shields, and longswords, while several others stood watchful nearby.
Lying on the ground, Leonard let out a gasp, as if just waking from a nightmare. His helmet was dented, indicating a heavy blow to the head. This was extremely dangerous; with a closed helmet, the dent is limited, and excessive denting can crush the head. In the worst case, it can crush the skull, making it impossible to remove the helmet.
The Mountain asked, "Reinhard, is he dead?"
"…It's…alright…Sir Gregor…"
"Can you get up by yourself?"
"…I'll lie here a little longer…" Leonard said.
Zeli pressed down on him, a mountain of flesh clad in armor, eventually causing him to suffocate and faint. Compared to the damage his opponent inflicted on him, Zeli nearly killed Leonard.
A spear was still stuck in Leonard's calf, but it hadn't been pierced; the armor on his calf had effectively blocked the spear's sharpness.
Big-Headed Chiswick stood up. His shoulders, helmet, and lower back were covered in gruesome sword and knife wounds. His fine armor had protected him well, but it was no longer wearable. Red scars were visible where the armor had been torn.
Sweet-talking Ralph and Executioner Dunsen's armor was intact, and neither of them was injured, except for numerous scratches and dents on their swords and shields, showing that they had pushed their defensive capabilities to the limit. There was bloodstains on the edges of their swords and shields, the blood of their opponent.
The stench of blood permeated the training ground.
There were so many corpses, they were everywhere.
Just now, Demon Mountain unleashed his divine power, hurling his iron hammer and killing one person, two who fled, and then six more in quick succession. In the span of a few heartbeats, he shocked everyone and shattered the fighting spirit of those who had besieged Demon Mountain hoping to gain glory. If the fighting had continued, they might have been killed by Demon Mountain before they could even seriously injure him.
Of the team of over fifty people, only twelve are still standing in the battle zone.
The ground was littered with the dead and the wounded.
Those injured who could walk had already escaped the battle and withdrawn from this brutal competition.
The Mountain roared, "Get out!"
The twelve free riders, mercenary knights, noble squires, and noble bastards within the battle circle turned away silently, their faces somber, and withdrew from the battle.
Although these people returned empty-handed, their performance was noticed by the garrison officers and nobles. Many nobles and the capital's garrison, who needed talent, would recruit them into their ranks, thus obtaining a 'respectable' job.
The Mountain walked up to Ralph, removed Zeree's helmet, and Zeree's face was covered in blood, making her features almost unrecognizable. Bernie was shouting curses from the sidelines in his village dialect, which no one could understand.
With a few swift movements, Demon Mountain tore off Zeli's armor, revealing sword and knife wounds on her back resembling whip marks; her entire back was slashed open.
The Mountain only hoped to use the group competition to train Zeli; rookies need real combat experience to grow. He never expected that these people would so ruthlessly transfer their malice towards him onto those connected to him.
"Help her out and let Mrs. Jenny take a look."
"Yes, sir!" Rofo's voice was as cold and hard as black rock.
His broken nose made his face look cruel.
The Mountain nodded, and Rover slipped his hand under Zere's armpits, lifting her up and helping her out of the battle. Jenny, Bernie, and the Clegane warriors immediately rushed over, quickly carrying Zere away into the Clegane tent.
"Reinhard, if you're not going to die, get up yourself!" the Mountain shouted.
He wasn't in a good mood, despite the resounding victory. The hostility towards him, from the king to the common people, seemed to be deeply ingrained!
The feeling of being seen as an enemy by everyone is not pleasant!
Leonard is still a rookie, and this real-world experience will at least help him develop his mentality.
For a person to change, to transform from a naive youth into a mature warrior, the first thing to mature is the heart of a warrior, which requires combat experience.
Reynard caught his breath, reached down and pulled the spear from his calf. His face contorted in pain. He picked up his shield and longsword, using the shield to brace himself and help him stand. Pale-faced, he hopped off the battlefield on one leg.
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Within the battle zone, the wounded and the dead lay scattered on the ground.
Several dead men, their bodies pierced by spears, stood on the ground as if they were still alive.
There weren't many wounded left on the ground. When Demon Mountain killed seven people in an instant, he intimidated all his opponents, which gave Julie and Big Head time to finish them off. They killed several of the wounded who were lying on the ground.
Big Head was one thing, but Julie's ruthless killing made everyone remember the cruelty of this little girl.
She's a little devil from hell.
Countless people felt fear and dread towards her, wondering what kind of experiences and environment could have created such a vicious and cruel woman.
The public even called her the Little Witch, just as they called Jaime Lannister the Kingslayer.
Polliver, holding a bloody hand, walked out of the battle circle along with Sweetmouth and Executioner. In the end, only the Mountain remained in the entire battle circle.
The Mountain, wielding his black iron spiked hammer, glared at the supervising officials on the sidelines, waiting for them to declare victory.
The officials looked at King Robert, wondering whether the battle should be declared a victory for the Mountain.
The Mountain killed too many people, at least fifteen or more, which violated the established rules of group combat. In particular, the Mountain's team finished off the wounded who had fallen to the ground, which violated the laws of the country.
But the Mountain is a Lannister, the Queen is a Lannister, and the King's father-in-law is a Lannister.
The entire room fell silent as everyone watched this meaningful scene unfold.
Mo Shan realized that most people did not recognize the legitimacy and formality of this competition, which gave them the power to veto his championship, because too many people had died or been injured, a situation that had never occurred in modern history.
The Mountain, carrying his warhammer, approached the edge of the battle and challenged King Robert, "Your Majesty, who caused these deaths and injuries today?"
Robert blushed. Although he was a complete bastard and a king who would never clock in for work, he was still a fat man with a shred of shame: "Seven Hells, Mountain, you win! Damn it, but this team fight was utterly dishonorable, and I will never award you an prize."
"I don't want any damn honors, I want the Golden Dragon!" the Mountain said fiercely, glaring at the king.
"The prize money is there, The Mountain, but you've killed too many people, which tarnishes the honor of the competition."
"Go to hell!" the Mountain cursed. He carried a black iron spiked hammer, its spikes stained with blood. He strode out of the fighting circle, past the supervising officials, and no one dared to stop him. He took a carefully wrapped bag of gold coins from a brocade-covered basket, his eyes wide, looked around, and roared, "I am the Mountain, the undisputed champion of the team tournament! This is my due reward of twenty thousand gold coins!"
Clang clang clang!
The garrison and the Imperial Guards drew their swords, more than a dozen swords gleaming, and pressed against the Demon Mountain's chest, back, abdomen, ribs, and all over his body.