The Mountain's fighting style was broad and forceful.
Each swing of that heavy, slightly chipped greatsword tore through the air with a shrill whistle. From close enough, one could even smell the blood on it.
Clang—
Their swords collided, and the tremendous force traveled through Jon's blade into his arms, leaving both his forearms numb.
Even with most of the Mountain's stamina already spent, Jon chose to keep dodging and wear him down.
Though soldiers on both sides occasionally gasped, no one dared to shout. Jon's soldiers and nobles watched him weave and evade, terrified of distracting him, while the Mountain hated noise. Coupled with his eye injury, any unnecessary sound only worsened his headache.
With their obvious numerical advantage, the battlefield was quickly cleared.
When the distant soldiers and tribal warriors learned that their commander was dueling the enemy commander, they rushed over one after another.
"Can our lord defeat that Giant?"
"Bullshit! Our lord is the only person in a hundred years to climb Hidden Fire Peak!"
Though they did not know how the battle ahead was going, the tribal warriors had great confidence in Jon.
Bang!
The Mountain's greatsword missed again, smashing heavily into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
Jon took the opportunity to kick a stone at the Mountain, striking him squarely in the forehead.
"Is that all you've got? Then I suppose I can contact the Dornishmen and sell you off right now." Jon spoke in a deliberately provocative tone, seeking to enrage him further.
To be honest, the Mountain's techniques were indeed exceptional in terms of raw strength. His size and physical power gave his personal combat abilities an enormous advantage.
Beyond that, there was little worth mentioning, which disappointed Jon somewhat. After becoming a Sword Saint, he would likely