The jousting trial begins.

This is something similar to customary law, even if there is no judge from the Church of the Seven Gods, as long as the two sides nod their heads to confirm that the trial has begun, then they can draw their swords and slash each other!

Sandor Clegane, most people who know him on a daily basis will give such an evaluation.

Ruthless, cruel, violent, and loyal.

His fighting style is like his people.

The large, dark sword slashed and slashed with a whimpering wind.

The huge figure in all-black armor runs like a tin can!

Lan could tell that he was used to using his physical gifts to suppress his enemies.

This is the right choice for a fighter.

"Phew!"

There was a loud crash of steel, with sparks from the steel rubbing against each other!

This is the second sword battle between the two men.

Lane's eyes were still slightly wide at the rare strength of Sandor Clegane.

The hand holding the sword straightened, allowing the opponent's force to block it.

Lann took a step back with one foot in the first relative slash.

The queen, who seemed to be at a disadvantage, at least in the outer stands, had begun to applaud gracefully by this time, and the prince raised his hand that had been bitten by a wolf and cheered.

But in the eyes of veteran fighters like Eddard Stark and Robert, this move of taking a step back with the help of strength is much more valuable than the physical talent of Hound Rider.

And Arya, the little girl, never thought that Lan En would lose such a thing.

She's already starting to play with her own Namelia.

Sandor's feelings were known only to him.

Obviously, it was no different from the usual battle, and he pressed it with his own strength far beyond ordinary people, and then the enemy struggled to support it until he could no longer support it and was cut off by a single blow. That's how it should feel.

But now, the chop is chopping up, and it looks like it's actually chopping. There is even muscle soreness caused by the shock force in the hand.

But the kid on the other side, the nameless man, didn't even shake his hands!

Is it because of a step back? How can it be?

Do you think this is a good trick for a sword show on the street!?

The violent abnormal feel affected Sandor's long-practiced swordsmanship reactions.

And in Lan's field of vision, the data given by Mentos has also been exhausted.

"Enemy Analysis Complete: There is no breathing reaction in the battle so far, and it is speculated to be a one-shot combat type, and its strength performance is about 80% of your current level, but there is a huge gap in agility and reflexes. Recommended Combat Plans—"

"Whatever you like."

The Clegane family is extremely talented, and can even reach the height of two meters and four five, and their strength is enough to crush most humans, and even most demon hunters.

But after all, they are just ordinary people, a kind of people who are relatively good in terms of strength.

Compared to the space marines that can be shaped by genetic seeds, they are already far from the starting point.

Lan En is still growing taller and stronger, but even if he grows to a height of two and a half meters in the future, his body proportions must be perfect.

Agility, strength, and reaction speed are stronger than ordinary humans, and there are no dead ends in all directions.

Sandor can have Len's current eighty percent strength performance, but as long as Len is willing, he can even go around his back in front of Sandor in a head-on confrontation!

There was a "click", the soft sound of the clash of armor as the hand grasped the hilt of the sword.

The two legs that take a step back form a solid lunge.

Lan's hind feet rotated on the ground, and the force was transmitted smoothly to the calves, thighs, lumbar spine, and shoulders

In the end, in the eyes of many viewers, Lan En almost threw the upper half of his heavily armored body directly in an arc!

And the blade that was brought up by the body was even more terrifying when it tore through the air!

The Hound Rider didn't know how his opponent was able to recover so quickly from a hard-hitting sword slash, and even complete a charged slash in an unreasonably short time.

He instinctively gritted his teeth in the face of this sword and snorted.

"Hmm!!"

Then raise your sword and go straight up!

"W-"

The sound of metal clashing resounded throughout the field.

Between the rise and fall of the rabbit, the eyes of the peripheral audience who were originally ready to watch the show were suddenly full of surprise that could not be reacted.

Sandor originally held the sword with both hands, with his right hand in front and his left hand behind.

But after blocking Lan En's sword, he couldn't control the position of his long sword at all!

Because the blade of the sword swung too much, his left hand was directly detached from the hilt, and only his right hand hung on it.

In the midst of a hard-hitting confrontation of forces. Sandor lost for the second time in his life.

After this sword, Lan En's own long sword also became slightly disoriented due to the violent collision.

But he seemed to have expected it, and simply left a hand free from the hilt of the sword.

Maintaining a forward posture, he directly buckled Sang Duo's neck.

Dragged it to the ground!

"Bang"!

Such a large person was thrown to the ground, and the movement was much more than that of an ice wolf.

The smoke and dust were shaken into flying ash, and Sandor's eyes widened, and he desperately opened his mouth but couldn't breathe.

His lungs were temporarily disabled by the impact of the fall.

Without time to hold the sword in his hand again, he hurriedly pulled down his helmet, trying to make his breathing easier.

Lan stood aside, calmly looking down at him.

Again, although his body is tall, the proportions are not perfect at all.

The center of gravity was too high and floating, and Lan Enhua could use the swordsmanship knowledge of the Bear School to reach out slightly, and he could fall him directly.

From the beginning of the jousting trial to the time when Lan En threw Sandora to the point where he couldn't breathe, they only slashed each other with two swords, plus one throw.

If you start counting from the distance between the two people to the point where they can touch each other, it will only take two seconds!

This is a moment that no one here has ever seen in a jousting trial!

In the usual tournament trials, both sides would be heavily armed plate knights.

Knights of this kind of equipment did not charge with horses and spears, and even with a mace, they had to entangle for at least three or four minutes before they could knock the people inside to death through the can, or surrender.

Even if ordinary people hold weapons in their hands, their own strength is still lacking in attack power for steel armor.

But any of the two people in this martial arts trial can complete the crushing of ordinary people in terms of strength.

Therefore, although the trial between them was faster than expected, it was indeed reasonable.

Among the onlookers in the distance, the first thing that sounded after the dead silence was a burst of scolding.

"You stupid dog! You"

It was Prince Joffrey's voice that he was mad to the point of dementia.

And then there was a bursting and deep voice.

"Shut up! Shameful stuff! ”

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