Chapter 212: Maneuvering

'So, Viserys...'

'If you ever have to fight a man much larger than you, make full use of your advantage in agility.'

Clack clack—

Oberyn and the silver-haired boy once again crossed spears, the wooden shafts clashing with a resonating sound.

'Because a big man, no matter how strong or quick he might be, will inevitably lose some agility due to the limitations of his body.'

'Just as people can't turn their elbows out.'

As the silver-haired boy sparred with his teacher, he considered the idea that the human elbow indeed cannot turn outward.

He was then struck in the back by the ungentlemanly fellow's spear shaft.

Thwack—

The boy stumbled forward, nearly falling over.

But Oberyn did not pursue his advantage, merely laughed, resting his spear on the ground, and continued.

'Mighty muscles can certainly protect a warrior's body.'

'But they can't stop me from thrusting a dagger into a vital area unprotected by muscle.'

...

Boom—

The Mountain's sword shattered the floor, Viserys dodged.

Then this monstrous creature swung his great sword again.

'Traitor?'

Whoosh~

The great two-handed sword swung through the air, creating a deep howling sound.

If this strike hit Viserys, he might be bisected, his intestines and stomach strewn about.

Just now, the Mountain used this move to kill a guard of the conservative Magister, his halved body still lying on the ground not far away.

The young king's lavender eyes narrowed once again, but this time he chose not to engage directly with the Mountain, instead stepping back to avoid the sweeping sword.

Boom—

This time, Ser Gregor Clegane's sword struck the stone pillar next to where Viserys had just stood.

The flying debris hit the handsome face of the silver-haired youth, and the Mountain's sword left a shallow mark on the pillar.

'All you do is run, boy?'

Though his two strokes missed,

The Mountain seemed to enjoy the fight, his bones creaked as he stretched his muscles, his demeanor becoming more arrogant.

The nearly eight-foot-tall man flexed the muscles of his neck slightly, the sound making one's teeth ache.

Holding his great sword in one hand, he spoke, his voice like thunder, causing a buzzing sound in people's ears at close range.

'Rhaegar... I didn't just betray him...'

'I also raped his woman!'

Then, Gregor Clegane let out another great roar.

Like a high-speed tank, he charged at Viserys with his great sword.

When Viserys heard the Mountain's words, his grip on the sword hilt tightened to the point of whitening his knuckles, even making a sound.

'That's why you must die...'

'Mountain.'

This time he did something unexpected by all the spectators.

Viserys didn't choose to continue dodging, but charged at the Mountain, sword in hand.

As the battlefield where the two were clashing got closer and closer to him,

Illyrio leaned against the wall at the edge, one hand holding his injured thigh, a bitter smile on his face.

Then he saw Viserys suddenly rush at the Mountain with his sword, the Magister's mouth gaping wide enough to hold an egg.

The Pantos soldiers watching around had the same reaction.

Although they didn't believe Viserys had any chance of victory, continuing to use his agility to dance around this monster was the only chance to stay alive a bit longer.

Wasn't charging at him like this suicide?

."

"Yet, on the battlefield, The Mountain roared and rushed towards Viserys, while Viserys, noticeably smaller, also charged towards Gregor Clegane, sword in hand.

The swift exchange was almost too fast for the naked eye.

Clang…

The crisscrossing figures could only hear the intense friction of metal, assaulting everyone's ears.

This was followed by a loud crash.

Thump.

The Mountain, clad in his heavy armor, charged too fast to stop and crashed straight into the hall's wall, the armor emitting a dull sound.

Those in the hall could even feel a slight tremor in the walls, the chandelier overhead, holding many candles, swayed gently, and numerous candles fell.

"Hmph—"

Gregor Clegane had accidentally hit the wall, but he was unharmed, merely shaking his head a little and letting out a dull cold grunt.

"This…"

Next to The Mountain, Illyrio, holding his thigh with one hand, his face looking worse than if he had been crying.

He never imagined that the two would end up fighting near him.

However, luckily, The Mountain's eyes were only focused on Viserys, not even sparing a glance for the man beside him.

He then patted the armor on his body, but at this moment, the giant's palm paused slightly.

"Hm?"

Because he saw a long scratch on his waist's armor.

On the other side.

Swoosh—

Viserys slid quite a distance away, his fingers digging into the ground to regain his balance.

"Almost there."

Viserys then stood up and took a deep breath.

The ribbon he used to tie his hair had somehow broken, and his long silver hair was spread out behind him.

At this moment.

"Roar—"

Sir Gregor Clegane on the other side seemed a bit embarrassed.

Without sparing a glance at the trembling Illyrio next to him, he roared and once again lunged at Viserys with his greatsword.

He wanted to tear this silver-haired boy to shreds.

"Boy! Not only did I ravish his woman, but I also smashed his son's skull!"

"What can you do to me?"

The towering giant lunged at him, and Viserys, again, did not dodge but met him with his sword.

But he did not clash head-on with The Mountain, instead skillfully deflecting his vertical chop from the side.

Clang—

The sound of metal colliding echoed piercingly throughout the hall, with many nearby Pentoshi soldiers covering their ears.

Clang, clang, clang—

Subsequently, sparks flew from the violent collision of metal, and the long swords constantly interweaved.

Viserys, during the fight, seized an opportunity, thrusting his sword towards The Mountain's chest.

Thump—

Although it went in, it did not penetrate but was blocked by the heavy armor.

"Such thick armor—"

The Mountain's massive body also staggered back a couple of steps, then he lifted his foot to kick out.

Thump—

Viserys crossed his arms in front of his chest, his body rolling backward somewhat awkwardly to dissolve the force.

Still, his arms and chest felt a burning pain.

The Mountain's powerful kick nearly broke his arm.