Chapter 138: Martial Arts Tournament Champion

When you stare at the duck, the duck is also staring at you.

Cole observed the tin can's every move through the narrow gap of his helmet.

He had seen all the dozen duels just now.

There was only one word to describe him.

Strong!

One sentence.

He was just like a superman!

It was easier said than done to swing a heavy sword with one hand.

From his perspective, the weight of the emerald giant sword in the opponent's hand was at least more than 80 kilograms.

In contrast, his commonly used sword was only 16 kilograms.

Even with these 16 kilograms, he was the best among the knights.

The difference in weight of the weapons of both sides was four times, and the damage caused by swinging was one world apart.

But this was not the most terrible thing.

The opponent's physical strength was the top priority.

He won three games in a row, and for the next duel, he had to stop fighting to save his physical strength.

The opponent, wearing a tin can, won all 14 games in a row.

You know, fighting is the most physically demanding.

Even if the time to decide the winner is not long, the high-intensity concentration during the period is also invisibly wearing away physical strength.

At present, the opponent has not shown any signs of lack of physical strength such as bending over, kneeling, or panting.

That proves that at least 70% of his physical strength has been preserved.

I dare not imagine how appalling that physical fitness would be.

"Can you win?"

Cole's breathing became heavier, and a line of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Yes!

He had defeated Damon before.

Damon was already a powerful warrior known to all the seven countries, and his personal strength under the dragon's back was extremely high.

Although the duel was somewhat unfair, he won.

No matter how strong the opponent is, he may not be better than Damon.

On the side of the fence, Imon's eyes gradually changed from sizing to doubt.

What is that guy thinking?

He keeps on doing it.

He didn't dare to rest even when he was playing with a 100-jin giant sword, and the opponent was exhausted after three rounds?

Ding Ding!

The referee couldn't wait any longer and rang the gong to urge him.

Cole was refreshed and rode to the other side of the fence.

Soon, the competition began.

"Whoa~~"

The fiery red warhorse was as hot as fire, and rushed out first when it heard the gong.

Cole was a beat slower in reaction, and pulled the reins to meet it.

The two warhorses, one white and one red, rushed at each other, like a white moth flying into a flame.

Compared with the tension of his opponent, Aemon's heart was calm.

When the two warhorses crossed, he muttered in his heart.

"Get down!"

Bang!

Two wooden lances stabbed the opponent's breastplate at the same time, and two tall figures wearing tin cans fell off the horse together.

Aemon got used to it, and rolled sideways to reduce inertia.

This is the special routine he has newly summed up for the competition.

His riding skills are only great, far from being as empathetic as riding a dragon.

And in the competition, there is never a shortage of opponents who specialize in knights.

But he is thick-skinned!

I can't knock my opponent off his horse with my riding skills, but I can take him away with me.

As long as it's a ground battle, beating them is like pinching a chicken.

"It's the same trick again, it works every time."

In the VIP seat, Lanar covered her mouth and laughed.

She had recognized that it was Aemon and had been watching the other party's competition.

Still so smart, knowing how to play to one's strengths and avoid weaknesses.

Glancing at Rhaenyra beside her, he poked her with his finger and deliberately teased: "Your White Knight seems to be losing."

Rhaenyra was particularly sensitive and immediately raised her head: "Kor is just a White Knight, not mine!"

"Oh."

Lanar's eyes were playful, and he said, "Then he will lose too."

Rhaenyra came back to her senses and noticed that Kor was shaking up from the muddy ground.

The silver-gray armor used for the competition was covered with mud, and the white robe behind him was dirty.

"How could Kor..."

Rhaenyra was shocked.

Halfway through her words, she saw another figure on the competition field, and her voice went back to her throat.

She saw the emblem on the tin can.

The mountain and the white city at the foot of the mountain were clearly Lonely Mountain and Riverdale.

She had participated in the construction of Riverdale and was more familiar with it than Lanar, who had visited it only a few times.

"You missed the most exciting part of the competition."

Lanar clapped his hands and smiled.

Rhaenyra stood up excitedly, but was afraid of disturbing others, so she forced herself to sit back down.

The person in the tin can must be Aemon.

Aemon must have his reasons for doing this.

Let's watch the competition.

...

On the competition field.

Aemon quickly stood up and raised his hand to signal the servant to send the sword.

When the thin servant's legs trembled, he sent the rune sword to him for the fifteenth time.

Cole on the other side climbed up and took the shield and meteor hammer handed over by the servant.

Ding Ding!

The referee knew how to create an atmosphere, and shouted excitedly: "Rune Knight and Sir Christon choose weapons to duel at the same time!"

"Come on."

Cole gritted his teeth and slowly turned the meteor hammer.

This is the weapon he most often uses in one-on-one duels. Every rotation will increase the force, perfectly exerting his own strength and agility.

Crack!

Tin Can said nothing, took two steps forward, and his steps were loud.

Every step seemed to step on the opponent's heart.

Cole's eyes gradually became fierce, and he rushed up without hesitation.

The previous duel gave him a hint that delaying tactics were useless.

The opponent's physical strength seemed endless, and he had to fight quickly.

"It's a bit old-fashioned."

Imon swung his sword calmly.

Dang!

The weapons touched, and the meteor hammer hit the blade, making a clanging sound.

Cole was overjoyed at first, then shocked.

The good news is that if a hit hits, there is a high probability that the opponent's weapon will be smashed or even disarmed.

Surprisingly, the thin blade of the sword was not damaged at all, and it didn't even waver.

Cole's eyes widened and he immediately withdrew the meteor hammer.

Aemon frowned slightly, analyzing his strength.

The conclusion is quite strong.

Cole was unwilling to give in and swung the meteor hammer again.

The difference is that the opponent's elbow is hit.

Bang!

The Imonti sword blocked, and the palm-wide blade blocked the meteor hammer.

Colton was dumbfounded. He didn't expect the other party to react so quickly.

Missing a hit, he quickly retreated.

Aemon didn't give him a chance. The broad blade turned and entangled the chain of the meteor hammer.

Lifting it upward, the meteor hammer flew high.

Cole's weapon was disarmed, and he stumbled back and almost fell.

"Cole is actually going to lose."

At the VIP table, Viserys was slightly surprised.

He is still very optimistic about Cole's force value.

Harold behind him frowned: "He should use a sword, not a tricky weapon."

The meteor hammer is a blunt weapon and is very advantageous one on one.

Cole became accustomed to it and became dependent.

…

"Change your sword."

Aemon raised his rune sword and spoke displeasedly.

Use a broken meteor hammer and treat him like a noob who can be abused?

Cole looked numb and waved to the sidelines again.

His swordsmanship is indeed superior.

Seeing this, Aemon strode forward.

Give him a chance to use the sword.

From the previous competition, we can basically understand the gap between the two sides.

Meteor hammer versus rune giant sword, the outcome is 30 to 70.

He accounts for seven.

Switching to a long sword versus a giant rune sword, the outcome is about 40 or 60.

He accounted for six.

Of course, this is an assessment based solely on martial arts.

If it were a life and death fight, he would be hacked to death within three rounds.

It's not Cole, but His Highness the Prince.

[Hard as Rock] With the blessing, the skin and bones are as hard as granite, and ordinary weapons cannot break through the defense.

Unless it is a weapon containing magic.

Such as Valyrian steel.

Therefore, it is very difficult to defeat or kill Aemon.

Eamonn concluded privately.

Outside of digging out Valyrian steel weapons, there are roughly three ways to die.

1. Poisoning.

He is not immune to toxins that act on the blood or nerves.

Aemon was very wary of this.

While in the valley, Johanna was responsible for all the food and drinks.

Black Swan's methods are even darker and he is very proficient in poison.

Protected him very well.

2. Heavy blow with blunt instrument.

Like being hit by a war hammer or something like that, the sternum and skull cannot protect the internal organs and brain.

A certain Targaryen in the future, that is, you.

3. Eyes.

Similar to the dragon's weakness, the eyes have no protection, and behind them is the fragile brain.

At first glance, there are a lot of ways to die.

Not really.

Except for poisoning, which is difficult to prevent, the other three are caused by external forces.

Aemon's own martial arts skills are not low, and his senses are beyond those of ordinary people.

If you want to get up close and hit him with a hammer, or secretly shoot him in the eye, the feasibility is almost zero.

As for Valyrian steel weapons...

You have to meet him first.

Kirti shield, sword in hand, circled the tin can looking for flaws.

He didn't believe that a person could have no weaknesses.

“Hesitation leads to defeat.”

Aemon glanced at him and swept the rune sword across his body.

Bang!

Cole immediately blocked, and his shield was smashed into pieces.

Wrong.

Big mistake!

He blocked this move, but completely covered himself within the attack range of the nearly two-meter giant sword.

Aemon was so focused on fighting that he didn't do anything serious.

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The rune giant sword was raised and slashed with seven points of force.

Bang!

Kirti blocked with his sword and almost lost his grip, the blade making a dent.

Without waiting for shock, the second sword struck down.

The rune giant sword is like an emerald mountain, falling with huge power.

Bang!

The long sword was released instantly and broke into two pieces in mid-air.

Cole's legs went weak and he staggered back two steps.

"It's not over yet."

Aemon stood sideways, his rune sword like a spear, raised above his head with one hand and behind his back.

The waist is slightly arched back, and the sword is swung back with the help of waist strength.

Cole's face turned pale, and he hurriedly rolled over to pick up half of the sword.

The next moment.

Aemon straightened his waist, and the rune giant sword drew a green crescent moon in the air, slashing as fast as wind and fire.

Bang!

Cole's chest felt tight, and his throat felt fishy and sweet.

The long sword in his hand was released again, the palm of his hand shattered, and there was a cracking sound from his entire right arm.

His whole body stiffened instantly and he knelt straight on the ground.

The giant rune sword was as powerful as thunder, and it fell unabated.

Cole's eyes were gray and he had already begun to wander around.

Click!

The giant rune sword was lifted lightly, switching from chopping to chopping in the middle, and hit the head hard.

Cole's head buzzed, and he flew upside down like a kite with its string broken.

Even with the protection of a helmet, he fainted on the spot.

I don’t know life or death.

"Tsk."

Aemon curled his lips in disgust.

If I had known, building a hand-and-a-half sword would be a bit bullying with a two-handed giant sword.

He uses a two-handed giant sword, which is equivalent to Cole's sadistic behavior with a meteor hammer.

Holding a sword with both hands is his strength.

Forging a two-handed giant sword is purely a temporary hobby.

At the beginning of his sword training, he learned how to wield a two-handed giant sword, and was addicted to the feeling of overpowering others with his strength.

Gunthor is a master of this.

The "Bronze Giant"'s huge size and good use of the two-handed heavy sword make him quite outstanding.

Looking at the entire valley, no one except Aemon is his opponent.

White Knight Steve and Red Base's Horton and Ashvale City's Addison could barely go a dozen rounds with him.

The remaining William, Adrian, and Coldwater City's Walder couldn't hold on for several rounds.

But one day later, Aemon realized that the two-handed sword was very powerful, but it especially needed physical talent.

He is currently 185 centimeters tall and is estimated to be less than two meters tall as an adult.

It is impossible to perform condescending smashes and chops with a two-handed giant sword, and the blade is too long, which limits movement.

Not as flexible as holding a sword with both hands.

Clang!

After being stunned for a while, the referee frantically sounded the gong.

The bachelor rushed over and carried Cole away who was lying upside down.

When he saw the injury, he was shocked.

One corner of the helmet was smashed, it was really cruel!

Aemon ignored it and raised the rune sword high.

"Rune Knight!!"

"..."

In an instant, cheers filled the arena, and the noble lords applauded like crazy.

White knight Cole is a good candidate to win the championship.

He was also defeated by the Rune Knight with overwhelming force.

It is simply the biggest dark horse in this tournament.

…

"Aemon!"

Rhaenyra's eyes were so excited that she almost stood up and cheered.

She never had a clear understanding of Aemon's strength.

All I know is that he is awesome, the kind that everyone praises.

But she knew Cole's strength very well.

Not to mention the invincible fighter in the world, he is also one of the most powerful knights in the seven kingdoms.

Being defeated so easily by Aemon shows how powerful Aemon is.

Lanner was much calmer and smiled slightly: "It's a bit powerful."

Green-white fingers tugged on the hem of the skirt, her long and beautiful legs were crossed, and there was a slight friction between her thighs.

A little bit of excitement.

Bang bang bang!

Lanino mingled with the mob, stood up and clapped vigorously.

Those purple peach blossom eyes were full of admiration and enthusiasm.

He doesn't know the true identity of the Rune Knight.

But he likes this kind of unstoppable strong man.

"Does anyone know who the Rune Knight is?"

Taking up the first position, Viserys turned his head and quietly asked his ministers.

"The Prime Minister just reported that this mysterious knight did not show up when he signed up."

Little old man Lin Man came closer and answered proactively.

He was in a good mood and had just suppressed the fifteen golden dragons of the Rune Knight.

Viserys frowned, "No one knows?"

Such a powerful knight should not remain unknown.

Harold said: "Your Majesty, I think he looks like a person."

"Who?" Viserys wondered.

Harold hesitated and lowered his voice: "Don't you think that overwhelming power and unfailing physical strength from long battles are familiar to you?"

Viserys was stunned when he heard this, and blurted out: "Aemon."

A two-handed giant sword with one hand, or a giant sword with bronze runes engraved on it.

Just in line with the characteristics of my nephew.

"That boy has this strength?"

Collis was stunned.

Viserys felt complicated and said helplessly: "You don't understand the weight of 'warriors descending to earth'."

Without this strength, he would not have this title in the first place.

The jousting continues.

Eamonn had won fifteen games in a row and chose to retire.

If you don't rest, it will be a bit too dazzling.

There are so many knights in the rear, and what they want is to compete and become famous.

With his exit, the noble lords retreated enthusiastically.

Dozens of knights appeared one after another, fighting in pairs.

The time lasted from morning to two o'clock in the afternoon, and the top four were finally decided.

Eamonn takes a place.

The other three are Adrian Tarbeck from the West, Medric Manderly from White Harbor, and the Earl of the Swin family from the Dorne Frontier.

Adrian Tarbeck is very famous and a rising star in the West.

During the Dance of the Blood Dragon, he was the commander of the army in the west, leading the army to defeat the princes across the river and point directly to the hinterland of the river.

Later, because Duke Jason himself died, the Western Army was defeated without attack.

Medric is the eldest son and heir of the Earl of White Harbor. He is also a rising star in the North and is known as "the best knight in the North."

Not just with force, but also with impeccable character and ability.

One of the Queen's Guard during the Dance of the Dragons.

Died together with William and Adrian in the Dragon's Den riot.

The last Earl of Sven, a veteran knight of the Stormlands.

Aemon only heard his name but never saw him.

Johanna's stingy uncle cruelly allowed her to fall into the hands of pirates from the Three Women's Kingdom.

Clang!

The gong sounds, catching and fighting.

Aemon did not hesitate and chose Lord Sven.

One shot knocked down the horse, and one sword disarmed it.

A leg was broken on the spot and a right arm was crushed.

I don’t know if Johanna hates her uncle.

He didn't ask about it intentionally, and Johanna didn't mention it either.

Collect some interest first, if it’s not enough, we’ll talk about it later.

Another group also has a winner.

Adrian Tarbeck was older and more experienced, defeating the fledgling Medirique.

Aemon faced Adrian.

As expected, the rune giant sword slashed wildly, beating the opponent without any resistance.

Ding Ding!

The gong of winning the championship rang, and the whole audience was cheering.

"Rune Knight!"

"Take off the helmet..."

The noble lords raised their arms and shouted, eager to see the true face under the tin can.

Even the noble ladies and young ladies who didn't like fighting were staring at him like wolves and tigers.

This kind of knight with good martial arts.

Whether he was taken in as a vassal, a lover, or a husband, he was a rare good candidate.

"Finally won."

Aemon rode on the fiery red warhorse and sighed with relief.

No more winning the martial arts competition, the warhorse was almost unable to run.

As for the difficulty of the martial arts competition...

Aemon looked around the noble lords in the audience and just wanted to say: "It's easy!"

The rune giant sword was raised high, further stimulating the noble lords' cheers.

The whole audience cheered, deafening.

…

"What on earth is he thinking?"

Viserys's thoughts raced, and he stood up from his seat.

"Your Majesty."

Harold reminded him in a low voice.

Viserys suddenly realized and picked up the family sword "Blackfyre" that was leaning against him.

In any case, he had to wait for the boy to reveal his identity.

He is the king!

How can he be afraid of a young boy?