The one-eyed knight was knocked to the ground, the sword in his hand fell to the ground, and he lay on the ground panting slightly.
Brienne Tarth, who had won the victory, also threw away the sword and shield in her hand, bent over, her chest rising and falling, and her cheeks under the helmet were covered with small beads of sweat.
Although wearing armor can protect oneself from harm, fighting in an iron jar is not an enjoyable process. When knights take off their armor after a battle, the armor is often soaked with sweat and the blood of the enemy, sticking together, and the stench is unbearable.
smell.
Therefore, the knights' battles were not as elegant and unrestrained as described in the imaginations and poems of many noble ladies. Instead, they were all about fighting and licking blood with the tip of the knife.
"Come, Sir Ford."
Then Brienne took two more deep breaths and looked at the one-eyed knight Philip Ford who was lying on the ground unable to get up.
Then he took the initiative to reach out a hand, as if he wanted to pull the other person up from the ground.
"Thank you, sir."
Philip Ford, who was lying on the ground, saw the female knight's outstretched hand, and then felt a little warm in his heart. Thinking of the ridicule just now and feeling a little guilty, he reached out and held the other person's hand and was pulled up from the ground.
.
However, at this moment, before Philip Ford could react, he saw a huge fist rapidly enlarging in his one eye.
Bang
Then there was a loud bang on his cheek. The one-eyed knight had just been pulled up by Brienne. Unexpectedly, the female knight punched him directly in the face.
"oh"
The audience on the stage was caught off guard when they saw this scene, and they all gasped and exclaimed.
"Good knight, well fought!"
"Hit him hard!"
"Kick his ass!"
But then the whole place was filled with cheers. Even the gambler who had just lost money on Philip Ford stood on Brienne's side and shouted loudly, asking the female knight to beat up the man who had caused her to lose money.
The unlucky guy.
The poor one-eyed knight was caught off guard and was knocked to the ground again by Brienne's punch. His brain went blank and kept buzzing. His nose seemed to be broken and blood flowed out.
"Hold"
"Shit bitch."
Philip Ford was once again knocked down by a punch from the female knight. He was beaten to pieces. He lay on the ground panting heavily and had no strength to get up again, but he still kept cursing in his mouth.
The one-eyed knight's habit of not wearing a helmet gave Brienne an opportunity. The female knight punched the opponent hard, which was considered to be a sign of being ridiculed as a "beauty", and she felt much better.
Then he didn't care about the opponent's subsequent curses. He just wiped the blood on his fists and picked up the long sword and shield that had just been thrown away from the ground.
Brienne inserted the sword back into the ground, holding the shield in one hand, looking coldly at the one-eyed knight lying on the ground, and then snorted coldly and said.
"Keep your mouth shut from now on, got it?"
At the end of the first battle, Brienne of Tarth defeated Ser Phillip Ford.
Then came the second game, and the players from both sides were ready for the next battle.
The second battle is between Beric Dondarrion, Earl of Blackport, and his opponent is his former squire, the young new generation 'Sword of the Dawn' Edric Dayne.
The new generation of young swordsmen have a close relationship with Lord Beric. In fact, the two of them were more than just a master-servant relationship. Beric Dondarrion, Lord of Blackport, was with Aliria Dayne twelve years ago.
Edric's aunt was engaged, and now they are married and have three children.
Therefore, Berry is actually Edric's uncle.
And Berry actually came to participate in the tournament this time not really wanting to be the Kingsguard, but just competing for honors and rewards. He himself knew very well that he could not become the Kingsguard, but he was able to break into the final ten.
In the finals, Berry was already very satisfied.
But unfortunately, his luck was not very good, and he could not go any further because he bumped into a new generation of little sword masters.
As his uncle and former master, no one knows Edric's talent in swordsmanship better than Berry.
Although Edric is very young and has not participated in many competitions and actual battles, he has been training hard in his hometown of Starfall City.
This is actually the first time he has participated in a large-scale martial arts competition, but the fact that he has spent ten years sharpening a sword and practicing hard and then coming out of the mountain should not be underestimated.
"I originally wanted to earn more bonuses, but I didn't expect to meet you."
On the battlefield below, there were lively cheers and cheers above their heads. The Earl of Blackport touched his golden-red hair and smiled bitterly.
"Come, Lord Berry."
But the boy opposite him with fair skin, platinum hair and dark blue eyes was a little nervous. Then he held the hilt of the sword under the snow-white cloak with one hand, raised his head and spoke.
Edric Dane was in a desperate situation in the first round of the team competition. He was not nervous when facing more than a dozen knights by himself, but calmly defeated them while retreating while fighting.
But at this moment, when facing his former master and uncle, this new generation of Dawn Sword actually felt a little nervous inside.
Who would have thought that this young knight, who is almost girlish in appearance and cold and merciless in swordsmanship, would actually be a socially disabled person?
His superb swordsmanship and indifference to strangers are only his protective umbrella.
After confirming that both sides were ready, the horn was sounded to start the battle.
Although Beric Dondarrion knew that he was destined to lose, he did not give up easily.
"bring it on!"
"Let me see how much progress you have made now?"
The Earl of Blackport moved his neck, held the sword in his right hand and the shield in his left hand, and then came forward.
The platinum-haired boy across from him was not wearing a shield, and was just standing there with a sword.
He quietly waited for his uncle to make the first move as a sign of respect for his former master.
Once he entered the fighting state, the tension in Edric Dane's eyes disappeared, and his beautiful and clear eyes were full of calmness, reflecting the figure of his opponent.
"Be careful!"
Then the Earl of Blackport took the lead and did not remain calm. He felt that he had discovered Edric's flaw, and then he pounced on him like a hungry tiger pouncing on food.
He held a shield in his left hand to protect his left wing, while he held a sword in his right hand and slashed it down with one blow.
"I'm giving you two moves, Lord Berry."
His sword did not hit the opponent, but Edric dodged it and said at the same time.