Ring of Order, the audience is still enjoying the afterglow of the battle between Corleone and Lyn, and the cheers are still echoing, like waves at ebb, one after another, for a long time.
Until a voice sounded from the high platform.
"Everyone -!!" The voice was sharp and loud, with a deliberately elongated tone. Everyone raised their heads and looked at the source of the voice. They saw a noseless man standing there where the host was, holding a loudspeaker made of rolled iron, facing the audience.
It's Rorge.
There was a proud smile on his face, and his noseless face looked particularly funny in the sun.
The two to three thousand people in the audience were all looking at him at this moment.
"The duel just now, was it wonderful?" he shouted.
"Wonderful!"
The crowd responded in unison.
"Want to see something more exciting?"
"Think!"
"Then you've come to the right place, scum!"
Rorge grinned, revealing a few yellowed teeth.
"What you are about to see next is a real...
He paused, took a deep breath, and then shouted with all his strength, "Fate-fate-fight!"
"Oh!!!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the audience burst into even more enthusiastic cheers.
Rorge was very satisfied with the effect. He waited for a few seconds for the discussion to subside a little, and then continued, "One side.
He raised his left hand and pointed in the direction of the passage. "He is eight feet tall and weighs three hundred pounds. He kills people like crazy and is full of evil. He is the most terrifying demon in the Seven Kingdoms..."
"The souls of those who died under his sword can fill Blackwater Bay, and his notoriety can make children cry at night. He crawled out from the deepest part of the Seven Hells...
"Gregor Clegane the Mountain!"
When he yelled the last two words, he was almost hoarse.
The crowd was excited.
Cheers of "Magic Mountain! Magic Mountain! Magic Mountain!" kept ringing.
As people roared and roared, a huge figure appeared at the entrance of the passage.
The figure was too big, too big to be human.
He was wearing dark gray plate armor. The plate armor was twice as large as a normal person's and was so thick that it seemed like it could block the attack of a trebuchet.
The helmet is completely closed, with only a pair of eyes exposed.
His steps were very heavy, and he seemed to feel the vibration of the ground with every step he took.
Dong dong dong sounds like a war drum.
It's more like a death knell.
It seems that Stranger is getting closer.
The magic mountain is getting closer and closer, and the intuitive pressure brought by the body shape makes the crowd's shouts gradually become smaller, replaced by a depressing atmosphere.
Everyone stared at the huge figure and the giant sword in his hand that was longer than a man.
Magic Mountain walked to the middle of the sand and stopped. Just standing there without saying anything made him look like a silent mountain.
A mountain that moves, kills, and eats people.
Even though he was motionless, his empty eyes were scanning the whole place. Wherever he went, people subconsciously shrank back.
At the VIP table, several ladies covered their mouths and turned pale.
The knights gripped the hilts of their swords tightly, even though they knew that the target of the Magic Mountain was not them.
The civilians held their breath and did not dare to breathe out. The entire Ring of Order was completely silent.
Rorge looked at this scene and felt proud in his heart. You must know that Ring of Order handled it all by himself. Although most of it was done by Corleone, he also put in a lot of effort.
"The other side--"
After a moment of silence, Rorge raised his hand again and pointed to the passageway on the other side.
"Also from the Clegane family, he has a bloody feud with the Mountain. He was once a member of the Kingsguard. He yelled "Fuck the King" in Battle of the Blackwater Rush."
He drawled again. "The Avenger crawling out of the fire!"
"The younger brother cursed by fate!"
"The Hound--Sandor Clegane!!!"
When he shouted the last two words, the crowd's reaction was even more enthusiastic than before.
"Hound! Hound! Hound!"
"Battle of Brothers!"
"Battle of Brothers!"
"Battle of Brothers!"
The crowd began to shout in unison.
At the entrance of the passage, a figure appeared.
The black plate armor was badly worn, and there were dents in several places that had not been repaired. The helmet was in the iconic shape of a dog's head, and was tucked under his arm, revealing his ferocious face.
The burn scar extends from the forehead to the chin, the skin is wrinkled and twisted, showing a horrible texture of burnt black and dark red, one side of the nose is collapsed, and the lips are crooked.
But at this moment, there was an indescribable expression on that face.
Not nervous or fearful or angry.
But I feel a little... awkward.
After all, Rorge's introduction was too out of the ordinary. It didn't matter that Magic Mountain had lost most of his intelligence, but he could hear it clearly.
Forget about "the avenger who crawled out of the fire" and "the cursed brother".
Can you please explain to me what the hell it means to be a "king-fucker"?
But...
After touching the little Booklet in his arms, the hunting dog curled his lips.
"Those who care about the king" should be "those who care about the king".
He continued to walk forward, raised his eyes and stared directly at the huge figure in the middle of the sand, and then grinned.
The smile on his burned face looked particularly ferocious.
"You're really fucking here."
He murmured, "Brother...
The voice was very soft and only he could hear it, but Magic Mountain seemed to hear something.
Those empty eyes turned to the hunting dog and stared at him. Even through the helmet, the hunting dog seemed to see the magic mountain smiling.
Immediately, the smile on his face became a little brighter.
Rorge stood on the high platform, watching the scene of the two people confronting each other, and felt so excited in my heart.
But he had one more thing to do.
He raised his hand and waved to the entrance of the passage, and then the music started.
It was a song specially compiled by Corleone. It has a fast tempo and a heavy drum beat. Once you hear it, you will want to dance along.
Everyone was stunned for a moment.
What is this?
Then, ten women walked out of the passage.
The whole place suddenly became as quiet as death.
Not because of shock, but because... it's so damn good looking!
Ten women, with different hair colors and different styles, have one thing in common, that is, while they are beautiful, they wear very few clothes.
There is no man who does not love beautiful women. This can be seen from the eyes of those old knights.
The beauties all held up a sign with the number "one" written on it.
They walked around the sand, walking very slowly.
Slow it down so that everyone in the audience can see it clearly, well, everything that can be seen clearly. Anyway, I won't write about anything below the neck.
Rorge stood on the high platform, watching this scene, laughing so hard that he couldn't close his mouth.
He remembered that three days ago, Ser Corleone called him to the office and asked him to arrange these sign-raising girls.
"Men's eyes are always easily attracted to beautiful things. If you get them excited before the battle begins, they will be more engaged."
Rorge didn't quite understand it at the time, but he understands it now.
As soon as these women appeared, the atmosphere in the room immediately changed.
Those spectators who were so frightened by the Magic Mountain just now that they dared not speak out now have their eyes straightened, their breathing is rapid, and they are even more excited than when they were watching the duel just now.
"Ser Corleone..." Rorge murmured, "You are a fucking genius."
Ten women completed a circle and stood at the edge of the sand, with the signs in their hands facing outward, like a beautiful landscape.
The cheers of the crowd were louder than before.
But the hounds didn't look at them.
He was still staring at the Magic Mountain.
Magic Mountain didn't look at them either.
He also stared at the hunting dogs.
Two Clegane, looking at each other in the middle of the sand.
One is like a mountain.
One looks like a dog.
But the same blood bleeds on them.
The voice of Rorge sounded for the last time.
"Now!"
He took a deep breath and shouted the last few words with all his strength.
"Fight each other, Clegane!"
The voice fell.
The hunting dog took a step forward, drew his sword, and slashed at the Demon Mountain's neck.
He had been suppressed for so many years and he needed to vent.
Generally speaking, the neck is the most vulnerable part of the human body. As long as it is hit, the battle is over.
However, clang-
There was a loud noise.
Magic Mountain raised his giant sword and blocked the blow.
The two swords collided together, emitting dazzling sparks. The sound was so loud that it made the eardrums of the audience in the front row hurt.
The hunting dog's arms were numb from the shock, and there was a dull pain in the tiger's mouth.
What a lot of strength.
Bigger than before.
But he didn't retreat.
He just raised his sword again and struck down again.
There was another loud bang.
Magic Mountain remained motionless, just raising his giant sword to block.
The hunting dog gritted his teeth and continued to swing his sword.
One sword after another, one sword is harder than the other, and one sword is more powerful than the other.
Ms. Kongji and the giant sword of the Demon Mountain collided continuously, with each collision emitting dazzling sparks and each collision emitting a deafening loud noise.
Everyone in the audience was stunned.
Different from the previous battle between Corleone and Lyn, it was the pinnacle of skills, the art of swordsmanship, and the perfect interpretation of "people using swords".
But this one is different.
The battle between the two Clegane brothers is a direct showdown of power, a brutal collision!
It's like two wild beasts biting each other!
But... this is the battle they want to see!
"Come on Hound!"
"Fuck him to death, Magic Mountain!"
"I have suppressed you five Copper Penny. Cut off his head!"
Everyone got excited and kept cheering for the two brothers in Fighting Arena. Even the beautiful women were too lazy to look at them.
The hunting dogs turned a deaf ear and just waved their swords.
Each time he struck the same spot, until a tiny crack began to appear on the sword.
The hunting dog's eyes suddenly lit up.
Although his power is not as terrifying as the Magic Mountain, as a powerful Warrior, and has also won the championship in the martial arts competition, the hunting dog is not a vegetarian.
It's just that the many consecutive slashes have made his arms begin to feel sore. Obviously, such an offensive cannot last at all.
This style of play is only suitable when you have the Valyria steel sword!
"Fuck you!"
He roared, his voice hoarse and rough. "Aren't you strong? Come on! Keep blocking!"
Saying that, he slashed with his sword again!
The cracks got deeper.
Mo Shan seemed to have noticed something. He lowered his head and glanced at his sword. The crack had spread to half of the sword body, and a different look seemed to flash in his empty eyes.
But the hound didn't give him time to react.
Continue to lift Ms. Kongji and use all your strength to chop it off.
Click-
Finally, the giant sword, which was longer than a human and thicker than a thigh, was broken into two pieces by Ms. Kongji's sharp edge. The broken sword rolled several times in the air and was inserted into the sand.
The second half is still in the hands of Magic Mountain.
The whole audience suddenly erupted in shocking exclamations.
"Valyria steel!"
"That sword belonged to Lyn Corbray Ser just now!"
In the field, the hunting dog was panting heavily, looking at the broken sword and the magic mountain, grinning with a ferocious smile.
"You have no fucking sword, brother, just ask for mercy and I'll just... fuck, I forgot you can't speak anymore, hahaha!!"
He laughed wildly, without giving Magic Mountain a chance to breathe.
Ms. Kongji raised it again, this time it was not the sword she was slashing at, but the Demon Mountain himself.
The first sword pierced the left rib of the magic mountain.
This is the first weakness written on Booklet, the left rib, which turns slowly and is easy to succeed.
Mo Shan wanted to hide, but his huge body seemed clumsy at this moment.
Poof-
The tip of the sword pierced the plate armor and penetrated the flesh.
The hunting dog's eyes lit up.
"Hit!" he shouted, "Fuck you, you really hit it!"
"Vito·Corleone, you are such a fucking genius!"
Even though he was excited, he didn't stop.
He raised his sword again and stabbed the Demon Mountain's right waist. This was the second weakness written on Booklet.
Poof-
It penetrated again.
The third sword pierced the armpit of Magic Mountain.
That's the chink in the armor, the fatal weakness.
Poof-
Hit again.
There are three more blood holes in the gray plate armor of the Magic Mountain.
The blood flowed down the plate armor and dripped on the sand, leaving dark red marks.
Anyone else would have fallen long ago, but the Mountain is still standing.
The hunting dog was stunned for a moment and quickly came to his senses.
"Fuck, I can handle it pretty well." He gritted his teeth and said, "Then do it again!"
As he spoke, he swung his sword and stabbed the Demon Mountain in the throat.
His sword is very fast and accurate.
But this time, Mo Shan's huge body exploded with incredible speed at this moment. His body twisted violently, and the tip of Ms. Kong Ji's sword scraped across his neck, leaving only a shallow blood mark.
The hunting dog obviously didn't expect him to avoid him. He was feeling bad and was about to retreat.
However, he was still a step slow.
Before the hunting dog had time to sheath his sword, a huge hand had already grabbed his head.
Five fingers, like five iron hoops, tightly wrapped around his skull.
Then, the hunting dog was lifted up, with its feet off the ground and hanging in the air.
"Fuck... fuck you..." He struggled, stabbing Demon Shan's arms, shoulders, and even face with Ms. Kongji.
But Magic Mountain just wouldn't let go.
Those empty eyes stared at the hunting dog, looking at the burned and ferocious face.
Then, a hoarse, low, intermittent voice sounded, like one coming from the tomb.
"You... are still... so weak...
"Brother...
As soon as these words came out, the hunting dog's eyes suddenly widened and blood rushed to the top of his head.
"Fuck you!" he yelled, his voice hoarse and crazy. "You can't even speak f**king well, why are you pretending to me!"
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
He struggled even harder, but this time the Mountain didn't let him stab himself with the sword. Instead, he raised his fist and hit the hunting dog on the head.
Bang!
The huge force caused the hunting dog to be beaten until its vision went dark and it lost its ability to resist even if it was wearing a helmet.
Immediately afterwards, the Magic Mountain lifted him above his head, like lifting a puppy, and then turned towards the edge of the sand.
There is a brazier there.
The charcoal fire is raging, the flames are beating, emitting scorching heat waves.
Magic Mountain took the hunting dog and walked towards the brazier step by step.
Every step is like a death knell.
Everyone in the audience stood up.
"Oh my god..
"What is he going to do?"
"He dragged the hound towards the brazier!"
However, the hunting dog seemed to have fainted and was lifted up in the air by the magic mountain, like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
In a trance, he opened his eyes in a daze and saw his beating flames becoming clearer and clearer.
It suddenly flashed through my mind.
The brazier and the monster brother standing aside laughing.
"No..
The hound's voice was weak and hoarse, filled with despair.
"No..
Magic Mountain stopped and stood in front of the brazier, hanging the hound over the brazier. The heat wave of the flames hit his face, burning the hound's face.
The burned face now looked particularly ferocious under the firelight.
Then, his hand began to lower, just like that night when the hound was seven years old.
The hound could feel the flames licking his face, and the burning pain was exactly the same as then...