"This is impossible!"
In the room, the sound of daggers hitting the wooden table continued to sound. Oberyn Martell's right hand rose and fell mechanically, and he kept muttering, "Impossible... absolutely impossible...
Like a madman.
He is the Red Viper of Dorne, the feared Warrior in the Second Sons, and Oberyn Martell who has built his reputation by defeating countless opponents in Essos!
However, just today, the speed of his proud Blade Dance was completely lost to... The Doctor?
He couldn't accept it!
Pride burned his reason like poison!
Oberyn raised his hand crazily and dropped it, trying to break through the limit at a faster speed, reaching or even surpassing the previous Corleone level, to prove that he was still the invincible Red Viper.
However, the reality is extremely cruel.
Whether it was Ellaria who was looking at him worriedly, Petyr who was silent with a playful expression, or even Oberyn himself, they could easily see that his speed couldn't keep up at all!
As Corleone said before, when a person faces the threat of injury, the brain will take over control, causing people to inevitably produce some instinctive resistance reactions.
Even Oberyn, who has experienced hundreds of battles, cannot be completely exempted.
As long as he is still in the human category, the survival instinct deeply rooted in the bone marrow will force his body to avoid it when he senses that he is in danger.
But Oberyn is possessed.
His eyes were red and he was staring at his fingers, trying to use pure willpower to break through this physical prison, to challenge and break the seemingly impossible limit.
He has become possessed and wants to challenge his own limits and break them.
However, this is not easy.
Limit Wall, the reason why it is called a limit is that it is insurmountable.
Of course, if he closes and opens his eyes at this moment and starts to feel cold and trembling, then that's a different story.
Boom!
With a slightly dull sound, Oberyn's movements froze instantly.
He slowly lowered his head in disbelief and looked at his left hand.
On the edge where the little finger and ring finger connect, a thin red line is rapidly appearing and expanding.
The bright red blood drops, like tears shed by the body betraying itself, seeped out, gathered, and then fell along the fingers.
The pain was so clear that he had to admit it.
I... was injured.
"Oberyn!"
Upon seeing this, Ellaria, who was still worried about his condition, exclaimed, rushed forward, grabbed the dagger from Oberyn's hand, and pointed it at Corleone.
"Get out of here, Vito·Corleone! Get out of here immediately!"
"I will never... allow you to harm Oberyn!"
She was like a female cheetah, with anger and desperation burning in her eyes, and she bared her teeth at Corleone.
The sharp tip of the knife trembled in the candlelight, but it was very determined.
"Put down the knife, Ellaria."
At this moment, Oberyn spoke.
His voice was a little hoarse, he raised his uninjured right hand and gently pressed Ellaria's tense arm.
Ellaria turned around in disbelief and saw a pair of dark eyes that had regained their composure.
The previous madness and paranoia seemed to have faded away, leaving only an undeniable sense of command.
"Put it down." He repeated, his tone increased, as if he had turned back into the proud Prince of Dorne: "I lost, and I have to admit it when I lose."
... No!"
Ellaria bit her lower lip, holding the dagger stubbornly, tears welling up in her eyes. "I will never watch him hurt you...
But unfortunately, her persistence had no effect.
Oberyn has replaced words with actions.
He grabbed Ellaria's wrist forcefully, with such force that she could not resist, and easily grabbed the dagger.
Without the slightest hesitation, he flicked his wrist and threw the dagger at Corleone's feet with a bang.
"Let's do it, Corleone." He said calmly, "According to the bet, my life is now yours."
Seeing this situation, Ellaria's tears finally fell down. She stared at Corleone with great anger and despair, as if he was the cause of all tragedies.
Facing this tragic and heroic scene, Corleone couldn't help but roll his eyes.
What kind of situation is this?
He makes himself look like a shameless villain who forces people to destroy their families and robs women of the people. Why is Yang Bailao playing the role?
These two guys were so outrageous that he almost thought he had gone to the wrong set and became Moon-Worshipping Cult Leader in some drama.
And...
With the increase of [Insight Iv3], he could very clearly see that Oberyn's right hand was reaching towards his waist in an extremely concealed manner under his seemingly ready-to-kill posture.
How the hell did you get the title "Red Viper", do you really think I don't know?
Corleone cursed in his heart.
If he really took Oberyn's life at this moment, would this kid just admit it?
If he was really so honest, he wouldn't sleep with someone else's mistress, put poison on his sword to kill someone during a duel, and then run away to Essos.
At this moment, Petyr looked at the tense scene and quickly stepped forward. With a seemingly anxious look on his face, he advised, "Master Corleone, please don't be impulsive!"
He waved his arms and spoke in an exaggerated tone, "Although... although Prince Oberyn has indeed humiliated you repeatedly before and even insulted your personality, please be sure to put the overall situation first!"
"If something happens to the Prince of Dorne in King's Landing, the consequences will be disastrous!"
He persuaded with his mouth, but his heart was already filled with joy.
Fight and kill!
It's best to get out of your head immediately!
Chaos is the ladder!
If Tywin Lannister's men form a deadly feud with the prince of Dorne, or even trigger a direct conflict between Dorne and the Iron Throne, then the situation in Westeros will be even more chaotic.
Only then will Petyr Baelish be able to catch bigger fish in the murky waters!
As for what happened on his territory?
Doesn't exist!
I'm going to be Duke of the Eyrie. As long as he does it properly, he can completely shirk the responsibility.
After all, he can't be blamed for this at all. From beginning to end, it was just the fault of these two stubborn madmen who insisted on gambling their lives.
Just when several people had their own secrets and the atmosphere was extremely tense, Corleone finally made a move.
I saw him bending down slightly, picking up the dagger casually, and weighing it casually in his hand.
Then, under everyone's gaze, he raised his arm casually and threw the dagger back as lightly as discarded trash.
The dagger drew a bright silver arc in the air, and landed exactly where Petyr Baelish was standing, falling straight towards his head!
"Ah!"
Petyr was so frightened that he hurriedly took half a step back in embarrassment, almost falling to the ground.
"Pfft!"
The dagger fell, grazing the tip of his nose. The sharp blade penetrated deeply into the floor where he was standing just now, and the handle trembled violently.
Petyr's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, his heart was beating wildly, and his face was pale.
"I'm so sorry, I just want to throw this thing away."
Hearing Corleone's sincere apology, he stared at the dagger in shock, looking at Corleone in shock and anger, but could not say a word.
This guy did it on purpose...
It must be intentional!
Absolutely!
But he had no evidence at all, so he had no choice but to suffer the consequences of being dumb.
And at this moment, Corleone stood up and straightened his slightly wrinkled robe.
Looking at Oberyn, his eyes were calm, showing off neither the winner nor the contempt for the loser.
"To me, Your Highness."
Corleone spoke, his voice still calm and determined. "Your head, growing intact on your neck, is far more beneficial than becoming a useless decoration in my study."
"So, please take good care of it."
He bowed slightly, and his tone even contained a hint of polite concern. "But please don't forget our previous agreement."
"I also look forward to you being able to perform in person and give a wonderful performance for the people of King's Landing and for our cooperation."
After that, he said no more, turned around, and walked out the door very neatly.
Just when Corleone was about to disappear outside the door, his deep voice echoed in the room, "But a gamble is a gamble. Although I don't want your head, please remember."
"You owe me a favor, Your Highness."
Bang.
After the words fell, the room door closed completely.
It wasn't until it was confirmed that Corleone had really left that Ellaria finally breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and hugged Oberyn, chewing on him.
Oberyn also responded fiercely, but his dark eyes kept staring at the door. He silently loosened his grip on the poison-quenching dagger at his waist and said in his heart, "Vito·Corleone...
"Quite interesting."
Walking on the winding stone steps leading to the Red Fort, Corleone's steps were steady, neither slow nor fast.
I looked at the surrounding scenery boredly, but my mind was replaying the "Blade Dance" that ended previously.
When he went to Silk Street, his original intention was to find Oberyn Martell.
Fighting Arena's plan needs gimmicks and stars who can ignite the audience's enthusiasm, and Red Viper is undoubtedly the perfect opening guest.
It would be even better if he could find another opponent with equal reputation and strength.
However, Corleone never expected that this poisonous snake would be more stubborn than he expected. The deal that could have been negotiated calmly turned into a crazy game that cost his life, and he wasted a lot of time.
Before the competition actually began, he was really not sure that he could beat Oberyn.
But, so what?
Even if he loses, he still has a Gold Dragon in his arms. At worst, there will be another real duel.
But then again, the huge advantages brought by several skills complementing each other are really powerful.
For a game that relies heavily on control, concentration and mental stress tolerance, this combination seems to be tailor-made for him.
While thinking all the way, he had arrived outside the majestic Iron Throne Hall.
The captain in the golden robe who led him stopped and turned around. "Wait here for a moment, I need to report first."
In his tone, he seemed a little unhappy.
"Thank you for your hard work."
Seeing this, Corleone just nodded slightly, casually took out two shining Silver Moon and stuffed them into the opponent's hand.
Movements are natural and smooth.
Feeling the cold touch of Silver Moon, the golden-robed captain's face immediately became warmer. He grinned and whispered, "I'll go in right now, Lord Corleone. I won't let you wait too long!"
Then he turned around and entered the hall that symbolized the pinnacle of power of the Seven Kingdoms.
Having money can make the devil push the mill, but actually it can also make the grindstone push the devil.
Watching the other party's figure disappear behind the high door, Corleone quickly thought about the reason why Tywin urgently summoned him.
Less than an hour ago, as soon as he left Silk Street, Rorge came running towards him out of breath, informing him that the Prime Minister was summoned for an urgent matter, and in an urgent tone.
The person sent by Tywin didn't tell what the specific matter was, and Rorge certainly didn't dare to ask.
Corleone then temporarily put aside the follow-up arrangements and rushed over in a hurry.
Did the cleanup of Flea Bottom touch the interests of some people, and the complaint came to Tywin?
Or was that Tyrion suing his father after being blackmailed?
It shouldn't be possible, he's not that stupid.
Various possibilities flashed through his mind and were weighed one by one.
But...
Always feel like you forgot something on Silk Street?
What exactly is it?