Take the ride to dominate the game

Chapter 73 Group Battle

The group battle held in the afternoon went very smoothly.

At least that's how it seemed to Arthur.

The competition was held in a circle of wooden fences, and more than 30 fighters poured into it, mingling in a chaotic manner.

Most of the men wore full plate and pierced armor, and some of the poorer warriors wore layers of chain mail.

There are also a variety of weapons, ranging from two-handed swords, spears, hammers to machetes.

However, all kinds of weapons combined did not attract as much attention as Arthur's giant hammer.

The onlookers 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 looked invincible.

And most of the knight nobles who participated in the battle knew in the morning that there would be a warrior with a heavy hammer in the group battle, so they wisely avoided Arthur and let others go first.

Coincidentally, most people think so.

So after Arthur broke the leg of some unlucky guy with a hammer, no one dared to challenge him again.

This left him standing alone in the middle of the fence, watching the other contestants who would rather fight to the death than challenge Arthur.

"Go up and fuck him!"

"Go and knock down the man with the hammer."

"What are you talking about, fight Arthur."

There were cheers and voices outside the court one after another, all asking the rest of the people to fight Arthur.

But this kind of yelling continued until there were only a few people left in the field, and it may not be true that someone challenged again.

Arthur noticed that King Robert, pumping his fists as he guzzled his ale, yelled loudest.

Finally, there were only two people left in the field.

Thoros, the red priest from Myr, Arthur.

Soros is a bald, middle-aged melee mage. A small bun on the top of his head is his only stubbornness against baldness.

"Hi! Do you know what a fire sword is?"

Soros, who was wearing chain mail, touched the blade of the sword once, and the sword in his hand suddenly ignited a raging flame.

"Then do you know what a giant hammer is?"

Arthur raised his hammer and walked towards Thoros.

Metal tends to bend when heated, and Arthur's win in this game is a sure thing.

"Let's say it first, don't hit your feet. My feet hurt when you saw the magic mountain in the morning." Soros reminded Arthur as he walked around.

He didn't have the money to buy iron boots. If he got kicked, he might not have to walk for the rest of his life.

"That means you can hit anything but your feet, doesn't it?" Arthur asked.

"Why are you so barbaric?" Soros waved the fire sword and stabbed tentatively.

Arthur was wearing silver full-body plate armor, and this kind of tentative sword stabbing couldn't break through the defense at all, so he ignored the red robe monk's attack, swung his sledgehammer and rushed over.

"Are you serious?" Soros hurriedly moved away, and stepped back facing Arthur to create a distance.

The iron armor he wore only covered his torso and upper arms, and the rest was leather armor, so he didn't dare to confront Arthur head-on.

Moreover, Arthur hasn't wasted much physical strength since the start of the fight. On the contrary, he is already very tired from the fight from the beginning to the end.

Could it be that I worked hard for a long time to give this brat a championship?
Soros was unwilling, but there was really no good way to break the situation.

He could only slowly recover his strength in circles, praying that the Lord of Light would give him a hint of victory.

"Red Priest, you're right! It's not your style to be so cowardly." Robert yelled.

He was watching the battle not like a king at all, but like a long-retired soldier.

In fact, most of those present knew the king well.

And consider that Robert has always considered himself a fighter, and most fighters are poor.

Therefore, the king opened a special martial arts tournament in the name of others and offered a high bonus, which added a strange meaning.

It feels like helping an old brother who went to the battlefield together.

"Soros was indeed very brave when he suppressed the rebellion against the Iron Islands." Barristan recalled, "but facing this Arthur, bravery is not enough to solve the problem."

Duke Ed nodded, "It's best to use crossbows and trebuchets to defeat this kind of warrior who wears armor and holds heavy weapons, otherwise he will die."

"But if Soros keeps slipping like this, Arthur may not be able to hold on. After all, wearing plate armor and holding a giant hammer consumes far more energy than holding a handle and half a sword."

Barristan put it this way.

His gray hair speaks volumes about his experience, which is echoed by most of those around him.

"Let's bet and see who wins." Lord Renly's brisk voice sounded.

Loras, the Knight of Flowers, followed behind his shit-stirring stick.

Since Renly was picked off by the Hound yesterday and Loras was hit hard by the Mountain, both of them were absent from the group battle.

"I bet Arthur wins, one hundred gold dragons." Loras shouted.

Now he had a sort of mystical confidence in Arthur.

"I also bet on Arthur to win." Renly was unfamiliar with the two players in the arena, so he followed the choice of the Knight of Flowers.

"I bet Soros wins, he looks much smarter," said James in the golden armor.

The last time Joffrey was 12 years old at the name day tourney, he was picked off by Loras, which made him have a little prejudice against the Knight of Flowers.

Together with the election of the opposite.

Robert and others were too old to join the game, but they heard the whole process.

After cheering Soros up a few more times, he turned around and said to the younger generation:
"Soros's chances of winning are still a little higher. Arthur's plate armor and giant hammer are quite energy-consuming. I have a deep feeling for this."

Duke Ed, Barristan and others echoed the king's words.

They are all fighters with rich combat experience, so they can naturally see the key points on the field.

In their eyes, if Arthur continued to chase after the red-robed monk, he would be exhausted sooner or later.

At that time, it will be a passive situation.

But obviously, the development of the situation exceeded their imagination.

Two hours later.

"My Lord of Light! How can you still move?"

Soros, who was so tired that he couldn't even swing the sword in his hand, exclaimed weakly.

In front of him, Arthur shouted angrily: "Surrender or be hammered by me?"

Then raised the sledgehammer.

"I surrender, surrender..."

Soros, who fantasized about running Arthur to sleep, turned himself into a dog.

Arthur liked this man very much, and he didn't make it difficult for him. He put down the sledgehammer and accepted the cheers of the onlookers.

But his calculations were wrong.

"Is that human being?"

"Why isn't he tired? Could it be that this plate armor looks good?"

"Just that hammer, it is very difficult for ordinary people to lift it. How could he chase Soros for two hours?"

The people expressed their doubts one after another.

King Robert and others looked at Arthur who was obviously energetic.

"Hey, you took another [-] golden dragons from me." The owner of the Iron Throne shouted pretending to be angry.

But those who are familiar with him know that the king has no malicious intentions.

"This is what I should take." Arthur raised his visor and glanced at several people with a smile.

In front of him, Renly and Blossoms were arguing about Arthur's excellent physical strength, while James the Kingslayer looked ugly.

Not because he lost two hundred gold dragons, but because he lost some face.

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(End of this chapter)