The team battle held in the afternoon went very smoothly.
At least that's how it seems to Arthur.
The competition was held inside a circle of wooden fences, and more than thirty warriors poured in, mingling in a noisy manner.
Most people wore a full set of plate armor and pierced armor, while some poorer warriors wore a layer of chain mail.
Weapons are also varied, ranging from two-handed swords, spears, hammers to scimitars.
However, all types of weapons combined could not attract as much attention as Arthur's giant hammer.
The people watching were either arguing about who could defeat Arthur, or discussing how heavy the hammer was.
Due to the absence of the Mountain and the Hound, Arthur seemed invincible.
Most of the knights and nobles participating in the battle knew in the morning that there would be a warrior with an extremely heavy hammer participating in the group battle, so they wisely avoided Arthur and let others go first.
Coincidentally, most people think so.
So after Arthur broke some unlucky guy's leg with a hammer, no one dared to challenge him anymore.
This left him standing alone in the middle of the fence circle, watching the other players who would rather fight to the death than step forward to challenge Arthur.
"Get up there and fuck him!"
"Go knock down the man with the hammer."
"Why are you so cowardly? Let's have a fight with Arthur."
There were cheers outside the court, all urging the remaining people to have a fight with Arthur.
But this kind of shouting continued until there were only a few people left in the field, and it was not necessarily possible that anyone would actually challenge again.
Arthur noticed that King Robert, who was drinking ale and waving his fist, shouted the loudest.
Finally, there were only two people left in the field.
Thoros the Red Monk from Myr, Arthur.
Thoros is a bald, middle-aged melee mage. The small bun on top of his head is his only stubbornness about his baldness.
"Hi! Do you know what a fire sword is?"
Thoros, who was wearing chainmail, stroked the blade of the sword, and the sword in his hand suddenly burst into flames.
"Then do you know what a giant hammer is?"
Arthur raised his hammer and walked towards Soros.
Metal bends easily when heated, so Arthur is sure to win this game.
"Let me tell you first, you can't hit your feet. The look you gave Magic Mountain this morning made my feet hurt." Thoros reminded him while walking around in circles when he saw Arthur coming over.
He didn't have money to buy iron boots. If he got kicked hard, he might not have to walk for the rest of his life.
"That means you can hit anything except your feet, right?" Arthur asked.
"Why are you so barbaric?" Thoros waved his flaming sword and stabbed tentatively.
Arthur was wearing silver full-body plate armor, and this kind of tentative sword stab could not break through the defense at all, so he ignored the red-robed monk's attack, picked up the giant hammer and rushed over.
"Are you really serious?" Soros hurriedly stepped away and took a few steps back to distance himself from Arthur.
The iron armor he wore only covered his torso and upper arms, and the rest was leather armor. He didn't dare to confront Arthur head-on.
Moreover, Arthur did not waste much energy from the beginning of the fight to the present. On the contrary, he was very tired from the beginning to the end of the fight.
Could it be that I have worked hard for most of the day just to give this brat a championship?
Soros was unwilling to give up, but there was really no good way to break the situation.
He could only go around in circles to slowly regain his strength, praying to the Lord of Light to give him a hint of victory.
"Red-robed monk, come on! It's not your style to be so cowardly." Robert shouted.
When he was watching the battle, he didn't look like a king at all, but like a soldier who had been retired for a long time.
In fact, most of the people present knew the king.
Considering that Robert has always considered himself a warrior, most warriors are cash-strapped.
Therefore, the king held a special martial arts tournament in the name of others and gave out high bonuses, which gave it an extra layer of strange meaning.
It feels like helping old brothers who went to war together.
"Soros was indeed very brave when he was fighting against the Iron Islands." Barristan recalled, "But against this Arthur, bravery is not the only way to solve the problem."
Duke Ed nodded, "Soldiers like this who are fully armored and hold heavy weapons are best defeated with crossbows and trebuchets, otherwise they will be killed with human lives."
"But if Thoros keeps slipping away like this, Arthur may not be able to hold on anymore. After all, wearing plate armor and holding a giant hammer takes far more physical energy than holding a sword with a half handle."
Barristan put it this way.
His white hair showed his experience, which was recognized by most people around him.
"Let's make a bet and see who wins." Lord Renly's brisk voice sounded.
Loras, the Knight of Flowers, followed behind his shit stick.
Since Renly was defeated by the Hound yesterday, and Loras was severely attacked by the Mountain, both of them were absent from the team battle.
"I bet Arthur to win, a hundred gold dragons." Loras called.
Now he has a mysterious confidence in Arthur.
"I also bet on Arthur to win." Renly was unfamiliar with the two people in the field, so he followed the Knight of Flowers' choice.
"I bet on Soros to win, he looks much more agile." James, wearing golden armor, said.
At the last Name Day tourney when Joffrey was twelve years old, he was picked off the horse by Loras, which made him slightly prejudiced against the Knight of Flowers.
I also chose the opposite side.
Robert and others were older and did not participate in the gambling, but they heard the whole process.
After cheering Soros a few more times, he turned to the younger generation and said:
"Soros still has a greater chance of winning. Arthur's plate armor and giant hammer are both very stamina-consuming. I have deep feelings about this."
Duke Eddard, Barristan and others echoed the king's words.
They are all warriors and have rich combat experience, so they can naturally see the key points on the field.
In their eyes, if Arthur continued to chase the red-robed monk, he would be exhausted sooner or later.
At that time, it will be a passive situation of being beaten.
But obviously, the development of the situation exceeded their imagination.
Two hours later.
"My King of Light! How can you still move?"
Thoros, who was too tired to even swing the sword in his hand, exclaimed feebly.
In front of him, Arthur shouted angrily: "Surrender or take a beating from me?"
Then he raised the giant hammer.
"I surrender, surrender..."
Soros, who fantasized about tiring Arthur out, was so tired that he turned into a dog.
Arthur had a good impression of this man and did not make things difficult for him. He put down the hammer and accepted the cheers of the onlookers.
But his calculation was wrong.
"Is this still a human being?"
"Why isn't he tired? Could it be that this plate armor is fake?"
"Just that hammer, it would be very difficult for ordinary people to lift it. How could he chase Soros for two hours while holding it?"
The people expressed their doubts one after another.
King Robert and others looked at the obviously energetic Arthur speechlessly.
"Hey, you took another 20,000 gold dragons from me." The owner of the Iron Throne shouted in mock anger.
But those who know him well know that the king has no ill intentions.
"This is what I should take." Arthur raised his visor and glanced at a few people with a smile.
In front of him, Renly and Blossoms were arguing about Arthur's outstanding physical strength, while Jaime the Kingslayer looked ugly.
It's not because he lost two hundred gold dragons, but because he lost some face.
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