Davion's speed did not slow down, and he rushed behind the two of them in an instant, with the distance less than two meters.
Without further ado, he raised his right hand and swept out the giant sword.
Wherever the sword tip passed, in addition to the two House Lychester knights, there were four unlucky contestants, a total of six people, who were all caught in the attack range.
The giant sword smoothly passed through the waists of the first four people, and blood spurted out instantly. The four people didn't even have time to cry out, and fell to the ground without breathing.
But when it came to the fifth person, one of the Leicester knights, the giant sword suddenly got stuck in his waist and could not be cut off with one blow.
But Davion's sword force didn't stop at all, and he forcefully took the knight's body and crashed into the sixth man.
The sixth man was just an ordinary mercenary, wearing only leather armor. When he was hit by this armor-clad knight, he was knocked out of breath on the spot.
The first four people wailed a few times, and soon there was no movement. Only the Knight of Leicester, who was stuck by the giant sword, screamed in pain, the sound was so shrill that it made people's scalp numb.
Davion took a step forward, kicked him hard in the chest, and pulled out the giant sword with a "chila" sound.
The knight lay down on the ground, his eyes full of fear and pleading.
Davion walked up to him, sneered twice, and said in a cold tone:
"What you House Lychester owe me, I will collect some interest today, and the rest will be settled later!"
After saying that, he raised his foot and stomped heavily on the knight's helmet.
"Crunch--"
There was a heartbreaking sound of metal tearing, and the head of the Leicester knight, connected to his helmet, was instantly dented, leaving a clear footprint.
The dents in the helmet were covered with bloodstains. It was obvious that he had completely gone to see Seven.
"30/450!"
The experience value on the game interface jumped instantly. Davion directly exceeded 300 points and successfully reached level 3.
In addition to the ultimate move icon on the interface, a golden plus sign lights up on the other three skill icons!
This plus sign is the so-called skill point. Just click on which skill you want to upgrade!
Davion immediately brought up the game panel and scanned it quickly with bright eyes!
This wave of promotion will directly reach the full limit!
[Dragon Knight]
[Davion·He'an]
[Level 3]
[Experience value: 30/450]
[Attributes: Strength 37 (Bracer strength bonus 10 points), agility 22 (Bracer agility bonus 4 points), intelligence 25 (Bracer intelligence bonus 4 points)]
With the innate skill "Dragon Blood", life recovery soars to 3.5 points per second, and the armor bonus also rises to 3.5 points simultaneously!
Whether it is battery life or defense, a comprehensive leap has been achieved.
Davion can clearly feel that the strength of his body has been significantly improved!
Without any hesitation, Davion directly added the skill points unlocked by upgrade to the first skill "Dragon Blood".
[Dragon Blood: Spray a ball of scorching heat forward Dragon Breath to burn the enemy, the temperature is enough to melt iron armor.]
Although there is no specific numerical value, Davion can clearly feel that an explosive force is surging in his chest and throat.
It was as if there was a fire burning. If he wanted to, it could burst out in the next second and turn everything in front of him into ashes!
This is the power of Dragon Breath!
What surprised him even more was that in addition to unlocking the skills, he also vaguely felt that his spirit had a weak but clear connection with an object in a different space.
Davion curiously followed the spiritual connection and slowly explored it, trying to figure out what it was!
On the other side, the mercenaries and knights who originally besieged the Hound and Loras had already noticed something strange behind them.
When they turned around and saw the miserable corpses on the ground, they were so frightened that they retreated to both sides.
This retreat directly exposed the Hound and Loras, who were attacking forward, completely to Davion.
Loras turned around and saw Davion. He raised his eyebrows and a trace of wonder flashed in his eyes.
He actually took off his helmet, held it in his arms, bowed slightly, and gave a standard aristocratic salute to Davion:
"Davion Earl!"
But the Hound Sandor·Clegane behind the dog-head helmet has an extremely serious expression.
From the beginning of the game, he had been paying attention to the movements of the Mountain. However, the crowd in the arena was crowded and his line of sight was blocked. He only saw the Mountain jumping slightly, and then disappeared. He never knew what happened.
Until this moment, when he saw Davion holding a giant sword and standing steadily in front of him, an absurd guess suddenly came to his heart, and he couldn't help but ask:
"Davion... Sir! Where is the Mountain?"
Davion's mental exploration was interrupted. Although he felt a little regretful, he didn't care too much.
Even if he didn't reach out to hit the smiling man, Loras would take off his helmet and salute, which was enough to show his respect.
He nodded slightly to Loras and responded with a smile:
"Ser Loras."
Then he turned to look at the Hound and said in a relaxed tone:
"The Mountain, he was seriously injured and fell into coma. Master Tywin sent people to carry him out."
"What?!"
Sandor·Clegane became excited instantly, suddenly opened the mask of the dog-head helmet, took two steps forward quickly, his eyes were full of disbelief, and confirmed again:
"You mean, the Mountain Gregor·Clegane, was seriously injured?"
Davion Thinking of the Mountain's dented helmet and bleeding, he spread his hands:
"Yes, that's him. He's unconscious now and can't even move."
"Did you do it?"
Sandor's voice was trembling, his eyes were full of eagerness, and there was a trace of unnoticeable expectation.
"Yes, it's me."
Davion nodded with a smile, his tone full of disdain.
"That idiot didn't know what medicine he took wrongly, and he came to my door to provoke me. How can I tolerate him?"
"If Master Tywin hadn't sent someone to stop him in time, Gregor·Clegane would have gone to see Seven now!"
He changed the subject and deliberately joked:
"What? You want to avenge your good brother?"
He knew in his heart how badly Sandor was abused by the Mountain when he was a child. The person he hated the most in his life was the Mountain. How could he avenge him?
Sure enough, when Sandor heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief visibly, his shoulders instantly slumped, and his whole body seemed to have broken free from the shackles that had accumulated for many years, and his whole body felt relaxed.
He was secretly ecstatic in his heart:
It turns out that my arrogant and good brother is not so invincible!
In the past, his thoughts on revenge the Mountain would occasionally waver. After all, he knew better than anyone how powerful the Mountain was.
But now, seeing the Mountain defeated by a young boy who was younger than him, the wavering in his heart completely disappeared, and his determination for revenge was stronger than ever.
Sandor took a deep look at Davion, his eyes were complicated, showing gratitude, admiration, and a hint of relief.
He gave a rare nod to Davion, without saying a word, turned around and walked towards the exit of the arena without looking back.
Loras looked at his actions with surprise on his face, and quickly shouted:
"Hey, Sir Sandor, why are you leaving? The game is not over yet!"
The Hound paused, turned back and glanced at him coldly, and still said the same sentence:
"I'm not fucking Jazz!"
After saying that, he stopped staying and walked out of the arena briskly.
Loras raised his eyebrows and didn't worry about the Hound any more.
He quickly drew his attention back to Davion, with a hint of eagerness flashing in his eyes:
"Davion Earl, it's incredible!"
"I didn't expect that not only are you Joust highly skilled, you can even directly defeat the Mountain in a group melee!"
"Can I compete with you?"
Davion smiled slightly and said cheerfully:
"Of course you can, but I don't know if Ser Loras and your Gold Dragon are ready?"
He had a very good impression of Loras. The Loras in front of him would not act like a shy daughter from time to time like in the TV series.
On the contrary, he is so heroic and handsome that even a man like him can't help but marvel at him, and he is very friendly to others.
Loras burst out laughing:
"Although my Gold Dragon is not as much as House Lannister, it is still more than enough to pay the ransom for a competition."
"Come on, Sir Davion!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he threw aside the helmet in his hand, gripped the sword tightly, took a step forward, and assumed a fighting stance.
Davion quickly pointed to the helmet he threw on the ground and reminded with a smile:
"Be careful, don't step on that helmet, it's my trophy."
As he spoke, he raised his right arm, pointed the giant sword directly at Loras, and spoke in a provocative tone:
"Come on, Ser Loras, this time, I will definitely let you get what you want."
The surrounding contestants who had not yet had time to escape looked at the scene in front of them and did not dare to breathe.