After that exquisite sword strike, time seemed to freeze for a moment.
Seeing Corleone standing proudly in the field, the nobles and commoners couldn't help but began to whisper. After all, the current situation was beyond their expectations.
"Seven is on top... he caught it?"
Sir Balmain rubbed his eyes, his tone full of disbelief.
You know, that's the Mountain Gregor·Clegane!
Back then at the martial arts competition, he was very "lucky" to have a spear duel with the Mountain. Balman swore that the force from the opponent's spear would never be forgotten in his life.
If it weren't for the fact that the training lance used for martial arts competitions is very fragile and breaks at the touch of a touch, I'm afraid that one shot could kill me!
But now...Corleone actually received this sword head-on, and it seemed so easy.
How is this possible!
"More than catching it!" an older knight next to him whispered, "Did you see that he actually took Sir Gregor's sword astray!"
"But that's impossible!"
"The power of Sir Gregor's sword is enough to split a war horse in half. I have seen it with my own eyes!"
"Luck!"
A high-pitched voice sounded, "It's definitely luck!
"Didn't you see that Sir Gregor was standing right at the joint of the stone slabs. The ground might be a little slippery. It's obvious that he just didn't stand firm just now!"
This seemingly reasonable explanation quickly gained widespread recognition among the crowd.
"Yes, that must be the case!"
"The ground is too slippery, otherwise the sword strike just now would have been enough to cut him in two!"
"How can a knight from Farmer have such skills after being knighted for only a few days?"
"Oh, civilians are just civilians. They just get lucky once in a while. Not everyone can have a talent like the tall Sir Duncan!"
The discussion became louder and louder, and it quickly slipped from initial shock to doubt, contempt and even ridicule.
Westeros's concept of hierarchy is deeply rooted. In everyone's subconscious, there must be an insurmountable gap between a commoner, even a canonized civilian knight, and a monster like the Mountain, who is brutal but comes from a knight family and has a terrifying record.
So that amazing sword blow just now was quickly regarded as a fluke by people under the "reasonable" explanation.
In the crowd, Jaime·Lannister's frown was even further apart.
At that moment just now, he was really shocked by Corleone's sword skills.
But at this moment, listening to the "reasonable and well-founded" analyzes around me, the ridiculous speculations in my heart began to gradually subside.
Yes, two months...
He remembered how in the Harrenhal school field, Corleone was panting and his arms were shaking after just swinging the sword dozens of times.
Even if Corleone is a genius, how can the accumulation of physical strength and the formation of muscle memory be achieved overnight?
That can't be faked.
Maybe the Mountain underestimated the enemy, or the ground... Jaime's eyes swept across the stone slab under the Mountain's feet.
Thinking this, he couldn't help but tighten his left hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
There will never be a second chance of luck. The Mountain's next attack will be devastating, but now he only has his left hand left.
"Ho...··...
While Jaime was struggling internally, the Mountain's broad chest was heaving violently, and his eyes were so red that they looked like they were about to bleed.
Not because of fatigue, but because of anger!
He lowered his head and looked at the giant sword that had smashed to the ground after being led astray, then raised his head and stared at Corleone with undisguised anger and violence in his eyes.
He, Gregor·Clegane, Seven Kingdoms is the dream demon that no one dares to look directly at, Lord Tywin is the most loyal and cruel dog!
When he was only seventeen years old, he followed Lannister's army to defeat King's Landing, and went straight to Red Keep to kill.
Among War of the Five Kings, the Mountain led the elite cavalry to burn, kill and loot countless towns and villages in Riverlands!
But now, he actually... couldn't cut this guy in half with one sword, who was only one-third of his size and as skinny as Sparrows!!
He even staggered during the confrontation!
Although he has no brains, the Mountain also clearly knows that he can kill people and have fun as he wants on weekdays, all because of the support of Lord Tywin.
If he saw that he couldn't defeat such a guy easily, then...
"Vito·Corleone, I want you to die!!!"
My intuition tells me that I can't have any reservations, and I no longer have any playful mentality.
He held the hilt of the giant sword with both hands. The weapon, which was too huge for ordinary people, seemed very light in his hands.
A few steps forward, a side lift from bottom to top, the sword edge went straight to Corleone's waist and abdomen!
The power of this blow was greater than before, and the speed was faster!
But just when Corleone was about to step forward with a sword.
"Stop!!!"
There was a loud shout, and then, a pure white figure broke into the space between the two of them!
Bang!!!
The crisp and harsh sound of gold and iron sounded!
An ornate long sword decorated with gold was released in response, flew high into the air, drew an arc in the firelight, and fell heavily to the ground in the distance with a clang.
However, there is a huge disparity in power between a one-handed sword and a two-handed giant sword.
The Mountain's giant sword only paused slightly after knocking the long sword away, and still followed the inertia and slashed downwards!
Between the electric light and flint, a right hand made of gold, unbiased, got stuck on the blade of the giant sword, dangerously and dangerously!
Zi La La!!!
The scalp-numbing sound of metal friction!
A series of sparks between the golden prosthetic hand and the giant sword actually stopped this terrifying blow completely!
The Mountain's huge body stagnated slightly as the attack was blocked.
His scarlet eyes fell on the shining golden right hand, and then moved up, revealing a resolute and handsome face.
Jaime·Lannister!
The scene solidified again.
Only then did people see clearly that the person standing in front of Corleone turned out to be Captain Kingsguard!
At this time, the tiger's mouth of his left hand was broken, and the white Kingsguard cloak was stained with mottled blood. His body was shaking slightly, but he still stood firmly in place, protecting Corleone behind him.
The Mountain A deep roar came from his throat, like a wild beast being deprived of its prey.
This face and this white robe were all too familiar to him.
Even the Mountain's simple brain, filled with rage, knew very well how serious the consequences of hurting Jaime in public would be.
Resisting the urge to swing his sword immediately and kill the two of them together, the Mountain withdrew his giant sword, held it on the ground, and gave a low-pitched warning.
"Get out of the way, Ser Jaime!"
Facing the Mountain's red eyes, Jaime could feel the warm blood dripping down the fingers of his left hand, as well as the pain of the flesh being torn at the joints of the prosthetic limbs.
But he forced himself to stand firm, raised his head and stared at the Mountain, and said forcefully, "Gregor·Clegane!"
"In the name of Captain Kingsguard, I order you... get out of here!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.
The light in many people's eyes dimmed, and they shook their heads in disappointment.
The eldest son of Lord Tywin, Kingsguard Jaime·Lannister, appears, and it seems that there may not be much excitement left.
But obviously, the Mountain doesn't want to disappoint the audience.
"Hahaha..." I saw him grinning widely, showing his jagged yellow teeth, and making a sound full of malice and ridicule.
"Kingsguard Captain?"
He repeated the word, then suddenly raised his voice, his tone full of undisguised contempt. "A 'captain' who can't even hold a sword and has to rely on artificial hands to block the sword?"
"A cripple who has lost his sword-wielding right hand, hahahaha!!!"
The arrogant laughter almost spread throughout the entire neighborhood, and the crowd was completely excited!
"Wardfa, the Mountain is too strong. He even laughed at Jaime·Lannister in public!"
"Well done! This way we can have fun watching it!"
People started whispering again, and many people even had a flush on their faces, obviously very excited.
The Mountain How dare!
How dare he humiliate Jaime·Lannister so nakedly and in the most direct way!
It's so... so cool!
As the eldest son of Tywin and the heir of Duke Casterly Rock, many people are extremely jealous of Jaime's origin.
It was extremely satisfying for them to see people of such status being humiliated.
"Your Majesty the Queen Mother."
Amidst the excitement of the discussion, Margaery Tyrell frowned slightly and couldn't help but ask Cersei beside him, "Isn't Sir Gregor loyal to Lannister? Why would he openly mock Ser Jaime?"
Cersei's nails had already sunk deeply into his palms, looking at Jaime's bleeding and trembling back.
At this time, hearing Margaery's seemingly innocent but sharp inquiry, she turned her head sharply, her green eyes inherited from Tywin flashing with cold light.
"Gregor·Clegane?"
"He is just a mad dog raised by my father. A dog only recognizes people who give it meat and whips!"
"As for Jaime..." She took a deep breath, and her complicated thoughts flashed past.
There is heartache, anger, and a trace of resentment towards Jaime, resentment that he did not stay by her side during Battle of the Blackwater Rush, and resentment that he was so unfulfilled.
Perhaps, she still resents why she is not a man, so that she can legitimately inherit Casterly Rock!
"It's not your turn to guess my father's thoughts, Miss Margaery."
She did not explain, but gritted her teeth and dropped a warning.
However, after saying this, Cersei couldn't help but look back and eagerly looked at his father in the Hall of Order.
I saw that Lord Tywin was still as stable as a mountain, seemingly turning a deaf ear to the conflict outside the door and the humiliation of Jaime.
Father... does he really not care about Jaime?
In other words, he has given up Jaime. If that is the case, that damn dwarf will definitely not be able to inherit Casterly Rock. Maybe...
"Hahahaha!"
The Mountain's ridicule continues.
Jaime's chest rose and fell violently, and he could clearly hear the voices around him, words such as "crippled", "prosthetic hand", and "ridiculous", as well as countless eyes piercing his back like needles.
He lowered his head and stared at the right wrist that no longer existed. The phantom limb pain suddenly hit him, and the tearing pain almost made him faint.
Right hand... my right hand...
If it is still there, I can definitely defeat the Mountain and save Corleone easily!
Damn... damn!!!
Despair and humiliation almost swallowed Jaime, but he gritted his teeth and did not retreat. Instead, he took a step forward again and growled, "I said... get out of the way, the Mountain!"
"Corleone... is my friend!"
It's a pity that this sentence doesn't sound like an order at this moment, but more like a desperate cry from a man who has hit rock bottom and used up his last dignity.
It seemed extremely sad and desolate.
At this moment.
.. and me!"
A firm female voice suddenly sounded.
The crowd stirred again and turned around to look, only to see a figure wearing armor walking out with steady steps.
She is a woman, but her figure is enough to make most men look up to her.
Wearing a nose helmet, most of his face was covered, leaving only a pair of gem-blue eyes burning with a decisive flame.
"It's Brienne from Tarth, that freak!"
"Seven! Is this really a woman??"
"This armor looks so heavy. How can she move freely?"
For a time, countless scornful, curious, and lustful eyes were all focused on Brienne, as if they wanted to peel off her armor.
In the minds of most people, a woman, especially a woman who is unusually tall, ugly, and tries to pick up a sword and put on armor, is a blatant violation of the order set by the gods.
She is a monster, the butt of jokes, and the best conversation piece after dinner.
Those "disgraceful" histories of allegiance in the past have been infinitely magnified at this moment, becoming excellent material to prove that he is a monster.
However, Brienne seems to be turning a deaf ear to everything around him.
She just walked to Jaime's side silently, without looking at him, but she stood slightly forward and used her wider shoulders to block part of the pressure from the Mountain for him.
The appearance of Brienne made Jaime's back straighten slightly, as if he felt some kind of support.
Rub~~~
In front of everyone, Brienne slowly pulled out the "Oath Keeper". Valyrian steel's unique lines looked extremely eye-catching under the light.
She did not point the sword point directly at her opponent like a normal knight before a duel, but adopted a more stable starting position that focused on defense.
"Sir Corleone is also my friend. I owe him many favors, and I may never be able to repay them in my lifetime."
"His personal attainments in swordsmanship may not be very high. He only came into contact with long sword training for the first time two months ago."
Brienne stated matter-of-factly. A burlier figure than Jaime stopped in front of the Mountain, and his tone was extremely firm. "But, if you insist on provoking a fight and want to fight...
"I can stay with you until the end, and then chop off your ugly head in front of everyone."
As she said that, she turned her head slightly and looked at Jaime. They both nodded almost at the same time.
Just like that, a disabled former legendary knight and a ridiculed "female knight" stood side by side, blocking between the Mountain and Corleone.
This picture is absurd, tragic, and has a shocking power.
The Mountain seemed to be irritated by this series of accidents. He licked his thick and outturned lips and looked back and forth between Jaime and Brienne, as if he was enjoying an absurd and ridiculous drama.
"Hahahahaha!"
"Vito·Corleone, you bastard has so many friends!"
"Look at you poor thing, your order and honor are just hiding behind a cripple with a broken arm and a monster bitch who is both male and female!!"
His roar swept through everyone's eardrums, full of disdain. "Where's your sword? Didn't you say you were going to use that thing to make me kneel down?"
"Take it out!"
"Or are you just worthy of letting a loser who relies on fake hands to support his facade and an unwanted cow die on your behalf, while you huddle back and tremble like any other eunuch?"
"Hahahaha!!!"
The Mountain laughed crazily, and every word contained the most vicious curse. He was not only insulting these three people, but also forcing Corleone to take the initiative to stand up and fight!
If Corleone still chooses to avoid fighting, then even if the Mountain finally chooses to retreat, the order and power he has worked so hard to manage will still become a laughing stock!
In an instant, the focus of everyone's eyes and the core of the pressure were all focused on the figure protected by "the woman and the cripple".
With such a huge disparity in power, what choice would he make?
However, the expected withdrawal, anger or justification did not appear.
Under everyone's gaze, Corleone moved.
He walked forward, raised his hand and landed on Jaime's shoulders that were shaking slightly with anger.
Then, his other hand pressed equally firmly on Brienne's armor-covered shoulder.
"Relax, you two."
Corleone's palms were warm and dry, and his voice carried a strange and reassuring power.
Just like when they encountered all the changes and hardships in Riverlands.
"Leave this to me."
Hearing this, the two people suddenly turned their heads and looked at Corleone. Jaime anxiously took the lead to stop him and said, "But you...
"You have only been practicing swordsmanship for two months!"
"That guy is Gregor·Clegane. He is not the gangster you dealt with at Flea Bottom before. I know and trust your wisdom and ability, Corleone, but...
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Listening to Jaime's worries, Brienne also firmly dissuaded him. "Believe me, Corleone, I can handle him!"
"This is the sword Jaime gave me. It protects my oath and is also strong enough to protect my friends!"
Hearing this, Corleone felt a little warm in his heart.
These two guys...
However, he didn't say much, he just used his hands slightly.
Jaime and Brienne felt an irresistible force coming from their shoulders at the same time, causing them to involuntarily take a step apart to both sides!
Shock flashed across their faces for an instant, especially Brienne. She was extremely confident in her own strength and stable legs, and even two or three men found it difficult to push her while wearing heavy armor.
And Corleone actually... separated them so lightly?!
"This is my fight, my friends."
Corleone walked between them, tilted his head slightly and glanced back.
The firelight illuminated the side of his face. There was no tension or anger on it, only a deep and almost absolute calmness and confidence.
"Don't forget."
The corner of his mouth raised a convincing arc, and he whispered softly, "I am...Vito·Corleone."
The voice was so steady, as if it was just stating a natural fact.
Seeing this, Jaime and Brienne could only grit their teeth and choose to believe him.
"Hey, Corleone!"
At this moment, a voice with a strong Dorne accent sounded from the edge of the crowd.
I saw Oberyn Martell had put away his scimitar at some point, leaning against the doorpost with his arms folded, his handsome and sinister face carrying an eager and playful expression at this moment.
"Let me teach this damn beast a lesson for you?"
Red Viper tilted his head, his dark eyes flashing with light. "This incident originally started because of me. That bastard insulted my sister and also insulted you."
"How about letting me deal with him as a favor to you?"
"I promise I'll make his death... very creative."
As he spoke, he licked his lips, his eyes flashing with viciousness and excitement like poisonous snakes.
But Corleone didn't stop or even turn his head, he just gave him a blank look.
This guy is afraid of chaos in the world.
If he really gets into a fight with the Mountain, then everything he just did will be in vain, and things will be back to square one.
"Don't worry, Prince Oberyn."
Corleone's voice was still calm. "Sooner or later you will have a chance to teach this guy a lesson, I promise you, but not now, not here."
After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the people behind him who had different reactions, and went straight forward, walking a few steps away from the Mountain.
This distance is extremely dangerous for the attack range of the Mountain's giant sword.
However, Corleone just stopped and slowly raised the seemingly ordinary knight's long sword in his hand. The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground, and his posture was so relaxed that he did not look like he was about to face a life-or-death fight.
The Mountain's scarlet eyes stared intently at Corleone, watching him take the initiative to walk in front of her step by step, and watching the annoying calmness on his face.
"Aren't you going to continue to hide behind women and cripples and be a coward?"
He mocked in a low voice, and at the same time, the tip of the giant sword lightly hit the ground, making a dull tapping sound.
Hearing this, Corleone raised his eyelids slightly and looked at the Mountain without any anger in his eyes. Instead, he looked like a judge looking at the prisoner.
He did not immediately refute the insult, but said in a calm and clear tone, "Miss Brienne·Tarth."
Corleone first looked in the direction of Brienne, with respect in his tone. "She is a woman, that's right."
"But she is nobler, more upright, and braver than you, Gregor·Clegane, and most of the people here who call themselves knights!"
"Her sword is wielded to protect the oath and the innocent and the weak."
As he said that, he turned his eyes to Jaime who straightened his back. "Sir Jaime·Lannister, he has indeed lost his right hand to use the sword."
"But the courage he showed, the responsibilities he shouldered, and the misunderstanding and humiliation he endured are a thousand times heavier and stronger than a monster like you who only knows how to bully the weak!"
"What he has is the awareness that he is ready to die at any time for the honor he holds in his heart and to protect the people he cherishes!"
Finally, Corleone's eyes fell back on the Mountain. Those dark eyes were extremely calm, but they seemed to contain some huge power.
His voice was still low, but every word struck everyone's heart. "They... are my friends!"
"And you just insulted my friend."
As soon as these words came out, Corleone's tone suddenly changed, and a strong sense of oppression burst out from his whole body, pointing directly at the Mountain 0
"I changed my mind, the Mountain."
Under everyone's gaze, Corleone slowly raised his sword. The tip of the sword no longer pointed diagonally at the ground, but pointed steadily at the Mountain's chest, calmly and leisurely.
"Not only do I want you to kneel down and apologize for your rudeness, stupidity and viciousness tonight...
"I want you to see clearly how ridiculous and worthless the armor, giant sword, physique, and violence you rely on are in the face of absolute strength and true skills!"
The moment the words fell, the cruel and joking expression on the Mountain's face was finally completely replaced by rage!
Especially when he felt the pressure coming from Corleone, he became slightly nervous. This is absolutely not allowed!
"Go to hell, you big talker!!!"
Without any more nonsense, the Mountain burst out with a deafening roar. His huge body rushed forward, raised the giant sword with both hands, and struck Corleone head-on with all his strength!
With this sword, his speed and strength have reached the peak of his current level!
Some people on the sidelines sighed, and some shook their heads.
In their view, this was a fatal blow, and the "luck" just now would never happen again!
However, Corleone moved.
His movements didn't look fast, even a little slow.
At the last moment when the giant sword was approaching, his feet just slid half a step to the left and back seemingly casually, and his body turned slightly to one side.
Boom!!!
With great force, the giant sword slammed down the cloak on Corleone's right shoulder, smashing the hard stone floor into rubble and leaving a deep dent.
The distance was so close that the sword wind even blew Corleone's hair.
But, it was just a passing glance.
But the Mountain used too much force, and his body suddenly stiffened for a moment.
This is the moment!
The long sword in Corleone's hand thrust out silently!
Ding!
There was a soft sound, and the tip of the sword stabbed precisely at the connection between the Mountain's left shoulder armor and breastplate, and then he pulled it out.
Phew~~~~
The blood condensed into blood beads and scattered in the air.
He felt pain in his left shoulder, but the Mountain moved without any lag. For his body, this injury was completely insignificant.
However, the Mountain was very angry when he was stabbed by Corleone. He roared and swept the giant sword, cutting him in half!
However, Corleone seemed to have predicted his movements, and took a small half step back in advance, and the edge of the giant sword passed in front of his waist and abdomen with a slight difference.
At the moment of exhaustion when the giant sword swept across, his sword moved again!
This time, the tip of the sword pierced the side of the knee of the Mountain's right leg, the gap between the leg armor and the shin armor.
Phew~~~~
The long sword was drawn out, and another stream of blood spattered.
The Mountain's right leg involuntarily bent slightly, and the offensive was interrupted again.
The next scene made all the onlookers widen their eyes with disbelief written on their faces.
I saw the enraged the Mountain waving the giant sword with great force, and every blow was powerful and heavy. The force was enough to kill an ordinary knight with his armor on.
However, Corleone seems to have the ability to predict, and can always take steps to dodge the fatal attack at the last moment.
His movement trajectory is efficient and concise, as if the direction of each force exerted by the Mountain has been calculated.
What's even more incredible is that after every dodge, Corleone's seemingly ordinary long sword would always stab the various joints of the Mountain's armor accurately.
Joints, armpits, knee bends...
Every time the sword is thrust out, a string of blood beads are brought out. Although this level of injury is not very harmful to the Mountain, who has thick blood, the injuries are adding up!
As time passed, people were surprised to find that the Mountain was panting from exhaustion and his armor was covered with his own blood.
And Corleone... even his breathing showed no sign of disorder!
"This... how is this possible!!"
The knight who had previously concluded that Corleone was just lucky, now opened his mouth wide and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.
"He's not fighting..." Sir Balmain's voice was dry and his eyes were full of shock. "He... He was teasing the Mountain, just like a hunter teasing a wild boar that has fallen into a trap!"
Seeing this one-sided fight, everyone on the sidelines was in an uproar, as if they couldn't believe it would be such a result.
As the person involved, the Mountain's roars became more and more violent, but they also revealed his anxiety and fear.
He has never met such an opponent!
The opponent's physique is not as good as mine, but his steps are light and his swordsmanship is extremely tricky. No matter how much he swings the giant sword, he can't even touch the corner of his clothes!
At this moment, a scene that shocked everyone's jaws happened.
I saw Corleone turning sideways lightly again, avoiding a vertical slash, but did not immediately fight back. Instead, he said in his steady and clear voice, "Strength does not rely on brute force to roar."
That tone was like a live teaching, the voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the audience.
While speaking, Corleone flicked his wrist, and the tip of the sword was once again placed in the gap between the Mountain's right ribs, and then said, "The real power begins with the soles of the feet... kicking off the ground."
"Ah!!!" The Mountain roared angrily, twisted his body and swept across. Corleone ducked and slipped away, raised the sword tip upwards, and stabbed the opponent's left leg at the connection between the leg armor and skirt armor.
"Conducted to... the waist and hips." The voice continued.
Feeling the insult, the Mountain turned around and struck again. Corleone retreated, and the long sword seemed to have eyes, piercing the Mountain's lower back.
"Stop talking, you damn bastard!!!"
The pain and the torture of being played made the Mountain more and more irritable, and he roared angrily, but Corleone's plain "teaching" sounded like maggots on the tarsal bones, "Through the twisting of the waist and hips... send it to the shoulders and back."
His voice was neither fast nor slow, and every word was accompanied by dodges and counterattacks.
The Mountain, on the other hand, is like a living target who acts exactly according to his "lesson plan". Every time he exerts force and every move, he seems to confirm Corleone's words.
At the same time, new flaws are exposed to welcome the long sword that follows you!
"Finally."
Suddenly, Corleone's voice rose a little, as if he had made a decision. "It's the arm that follows the trend..."
","Ah!!!"
"Stop talking!!! Stop talking!!!"
The Mountain finally went completely crazy. He gave up all rules and regulations, and like a violent rhinoceros, he grabbed the giant sword with both hands and swept forward!
This was a desperate blow in which he was teased to the extreme!
However, there was still no expression on Corleone's face. His waist and abdomen drove his body to turn, and he ducked forward.
The giant sword made a shrill sound as it brushed against the tip of his nose, chest and abdomen!
The long sword in his hand drew an extremely concise arc.
At the same time, the final teaching also sounded, "... swing out.
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Bang! Bang!
This sword landed on the Mountain's knee joints.
Boom!
Under the gaze of everyone, Sir Gregor·Clegane, who was nearly eight feet tall, weighed more than four hundred pounds, and was covered in heavy armor, his knees weakened and he knelt down in front of Corleone!
The whole place was silent.
People looked at this ending in disbelief.
The firelight jumped behind Corleone, lengthening his upright figure. The black hand emblem on the gray-white cloak looked extremely deep and majestic in front of the kneeling beast, as if it were the hand of a god controlling destiny.
People were surprised to find that after such a battle, his breathing barely changed at all!
Too strong!
When he looked at Corleone again, his eyes were already filled with awe.
Standing at the back, Brienne tightly covered his mouth under his nose helmet with one hand, and a layer of moist mist could not be suppressed in his blue eyes.
Not because it's unbelievable, not because of anything else.
Instead, she clearly remembered every word of Corleone's "on-site teaching" just now, every step of exerting force...
Exactly two months ago, in the empty school field of Harrenhal, she taught Corleone step by step what she said to Corleone who could not even hold the sword firmly at that time.
Exactly!
Unexpectedly, not only did he remember it, but he also showed it vividly tonight in such a shocking way that was almost artistic!
At the same time, Corleone seemed to sense her gaze, turned back to look at her, and nodded slightly.
That look seemed to say, "The swordsmanship you taught is very practical, Brienne, thank you."
After seeing Brienne nodding firmly, Corleone turned his head and looked down at the Mountain, who was kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, with no joy or sadness in his dark eyes.
The cold sword blade touched his neck. What was even colder than the sword blade was the voice of Corleone.
"Now."
"It's time for you to apologize to my friends, Gregor·Clegane."