On the field, Davion turned to look at Barristan, who was lying on the ground unconscious, with a cold smile on his lips:
"Damn! Jaime·Lannister has a good father, I will let him go first!"
"You, an old, shriveled eggplant, don't have such a strong backer, do you?"
Robert in the stands seemed to have seen what Davion was thinking, and hurriedly shouted:
"Send someone to stop him quickly! He wants to kill Barristan!"
"Davion, stop it! This is an order, this is the king's order!"
I have to say that Robert's voice is really loud, it actually penetrated the noisy audience and reached Davion's ears clearly.
But Davion turned a deaf ear, pretending not to hear, and still walked towards Barristan step by step, with the giant sword in his hand slightly raised.
At this moment, the two teams rushed to the edge of the arena.
One team is composed of House Lannister guards led by Cersei, and the other team is composed of several white-robed Kingsguard led by palace guards.
The white-robed Kingsguard shouted loudly while rushing:
"Davion, stop! His Grace the King orders you to stop!"
Davion has already walked to Barristan. As long as he hits the giant sword in his hand or stamps on Barristan's head, Kingsguard, who has experienced three dynasties, will completely return to the arms of Seven and reunite with Rhaegar.
But Kingsguard in white robe has a loud voice, Davion can no longer pretend not to hear.
He curled his lips helplessly and whispered:
"Although your backer is not as awesome as Tywin, who makes him the king? What a pity!"
Davion stepped aside knowingly and did not do anything again.
The two teams immediately rushed into the arena, checking the situation of Jaime and Barristan, while staring at Davion warily.
Cersei also walked into the arena under the protection of everyone. When she passed by Davion, she held her chin high and didn't look sideways, as if she didn't know Davion at all, and just passed by.
Davion thought in his heart:
"Sure enough, a woman can fall out faster than turning over a book! It's not the time for you to call me father last night!"
Davion smelled the residual aroma of Cersei in the air, turned around and rushed towards the other contestants.
Nowadays, several people with the best martial arts skills on the field, the Mountain, Loras, Jaime, Barristan, were all defeated by Davion.
The remaining noble knights and mercenaries are like lambs to the slaughter to Davion.
The situation on the field instantly became one-sided.
Davion is like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, waving the giant sword in his hand and chasing dozens of people!
Those people were so scared that they just ran away and didn't even have the courage to resist.
This kind of scene has never happened in Westeros's Hand's Tourney. Today, the people of King's Landing's eyes have been opened.
"Oh my god, Bat Knight is so fierce!"
"Why are you so fierce? Aren't those dozens of people all cowards? Go back and fight him. If he can kill two or three, can he kill all of you?"
"You put it lightly. If you have the ability, why don't you go up and fuck him?"
The audience member who mocked others was silenced.
Robert in the stands still beat the table angrily and cursed:
"What a bunch of losers. They were chased and chopped down by one person, which disgraced the knights!"
Tywin breathed a sigh of relief after his subordinates reported that Jaime was only seriously injured and unconscious, and his life was not in danger.
Regarding this farce-like scene on the field, his view was completely different from Robert.
As the commander-in-chief of the army, he knows better than anyone that even a well-trained army will lose morale and even abandon its armor when casualties reach about 20%!
If casualties reach 30%, the combat effectiveness of the entire army will be completely lost.
The dozens of people on the field are all knights and mercenaries fighting on their own, without the discipline of an army.
In addition, Davion's methods were cruel, and the deaths of the few people he hacked to death were extremely miserable, which caused great psychological pressure on the remaining people.
They didn't dare to face Davion, so they had no choice but to run away.
But there are still smart people among these people.
After running two laps, someone couldn't run anymore and shouted loudly:
"I give up! I give up!"
After the first one, the others followed suit, throwing down their weapons one by one, squatting on the ground with their hands raised, and shouting loudly:
"We surrender! We surrender!"
Davion glanced around the entire field. All the participants had put down their weapons and surrendered obediently. No one dared to resist anymore.
A feeling of invincible pride suddenly surged into Davion's chest.
He raised the shield and giant sword high in his hand, and they collided heavily in mid-air, making a loud "bang bang" sound.
At the same time, he opened his mouth and let out a domineering roar:
"Ho--!"
The people of King's Landing spontaneously and uniformly shouted loudly, and the sound resounded throughout Tournament Grounds:
"Champion! Champion! Champion!"
Someone shouted at the top of their lungs:
"Bat Knight is the number one warrior of Seven Kingdoms!"
The originally neat shouts of "champion" gradually intertwined into a louder shout:
"Champion! Champion!"
On the sidelines, House Lannister's guards carefully lifted the unconscious Jaime and walked quickly outside the arena.
Cersei followed, and when he reached the entrance of the arena, he stopped in his tracks, turned around slowly, and his eyes fell on the high-spirited figure in the center of the arena.
Davion still held the giant sword and shield high, bathed in the cheers of the crowd.
He exudes a domineering aura that is unlike any other, and even the bloodstains on his armor make him even more dazzling.
The corners of Cersei's mouth unconsciously evoked a charming smile, and her eyes were full of unconcealable appreciation and a trace of unnoticeable ambiguity. She murmured softly in her heart:
"Seven Kingdoms is number one? It seems that your remuneration will increase in the future!"
Obviously, after this competition, Davion's status in Cersei's heart has risen rapidly.
Even if Cersei doesn't like to fight and kill on weekdays, he still knows the weight of these people Barristan, Jaime, the Mountain, Loras·Tyrell!
The names of each of them are well-known in Seven Kingdoms, and they are all top knights.
Except for Davion, Cersei, I am sure that no other person in the entire Seven Kingdoms can defeat these people one by one on the same day!
This strength is enough to awe anyone!
Davion felt the fiery gaze, and he slowly turned his head, his eyes accurately locking Cersei at the entrance.
He raised the corners of his mouth slightly and raised his eyebrows at her.
Cersei's heart skipped a beat when he saw him, and he quickly suppressed the coquettishness in his eyes, put on a cold look, and gave Davion a hard look.
Then he stopped staying, turned around, and quickly left the entrance of the arena, his elegant posture adding a sense of haste.
She doesn't want to expose her true thoughts in front of Davion!
Davion looked at her swaying back, his eyes unconsciously falling on her plump and round buttocks.
His Adam's apple moved slightly, he licked his lips subconsciously, and a smile flashed in his eyes.
"Hand's Tourney is over, I don't know if there is still a chance..."
The exquisite jade body of Cersei appeared in his mind involuntarily.
When they reached the top, they still pretended to be cold-blooded and refused to show weakness.