Game of Thrones: I Became a Crown Prince For a Day

Chapter 171: Crowning the Valley

 “Oh haha, Pace can’t breastfeed!”

 The crowd watching burst into laughter.

Pace grinned in pain and rushed forward again with determination.

 The kingdom has been at peace for many years, and most of the nobles and knights have never experienced war.

 With a small aristocrat like him with weak assets, he rushes around for his territory every day.

 His skills are naturally inferior to Godrich, who was born in a criminal den.

boom-

 Godrich forced his sword away with one blow and kicked him hard in the midsection.

Pace fell backwards and rolled.

 “Hehe, you are just a soft-footed shrimp!”

 Godrich laughed wildly and approached with a knife.

 “Son of a bitch!”

Pace suddenly cursed, grabbed a handful of dirt and threw it out.

Godrich did not dodge carelessly and narrowed his eyes.

Taking this opportunity, Pace suddenly rose up and stabbed the opponent's thigh with a sword.

"ah!"

 The next moment, Godrich cried loudly, fell to the ground and rolled.

Pace quickly retreated, looked around, and shouted: "I won, he can't stand up!"

 It’s a pity that no one cheered for him.

 The way he won was disgraceful, and he only deserved the title "Pace without Noko".

Knowing that the victory would be dishonorable, Pace put away his sword and sullenly walked out of the crowd.

Soon, the attendants dragged the wailing Godrich away and returned to the castle to ask the maester for treatment.

Leya walked to the crowd and shouted: "The first game is over, is there anyone left to fight?"

 Since the competition has begun, it cannot just stop.

 Need to get a unanimous answer from the guests.

 “I’ll come! Who wants to fight me?”

As soon as the voice fell, someone immediately came out, clamoring to find their opponent.

 It is rare to attend a tournament, and this small tournament is perfect.

 A tall man emerged from the crowd again to act as an opponent.

 In less than a moment.

The tall man won the joust by swinging his ax and knocking away his opponent's sword.

 Most of them cheered, looking forward to the next competition.

Leya called the attendants to pour wine for the victor.

The tall man drank heavily and took advantage of the victory to clamor for another round.

 Someone stood up and the two of them fought together.

But this time, the battle did not go so smoothly.

The tall man lost control of his axe, and violently chopped off his opponent's spear, almost splitting the man in half.

 At this point, the drawbacks of martial arts competition are revealed.

Jero frowned and whispered: "Prince, accidents will always happen during martial arts competitions. Do you want to stop them?"

 Today is a wedding, and the troublemakers have been dealt with, because it would be troublesome if someone died in the competition.

 “Don’t worry, I’ll give it a try!”

Rhaegar patted him on the shoulder, walked to the grass in the middle, and smiled warmly.

“Prince, do you also want to compete?”

 The tall man looked at the young prince with some hesitation.

Rhaegar pulled out the dragon claw from his waist and shouted: "If you defeat me, this sword will be yours!"

 Having just parted from Rhaenyra, her temper was high and she was extremely hot.

 Just the right time to stretch your muscles and bones.

 When they saw the Valyrian steel sword, everyone present's eyes widened.

There are only a few such precious weapons in the entire valley.

 The tall man breathed heavily and said in disbelief: "If I win against you, will I really get this sword?"

 “A Targaryen keeps his word!”

Rhaegar held a sword and took a stance.

 He learned swordsmanship from Xiliu and is very confident in himself.

 “Okay! Then I’ll accept it without any courtesy!”

The tall man gave a ferocious laugh, swung his ax and charged.

 A Valyrian steel sword that could be treasured as a heirloom for generations to come.

 As long as you control your strength and make sure not to hurt the prince, he will get the magic weapon.

 “You have courage, I like it!”

Rhaegar was not afraid at all when the strong man like a black bear rushed towards him, and he felt even more excited.

 The distance was shortened, and the tall man struck head-on with an axe. As a heavy weapon, the ax does not have so many gorgeous moves.

 As long as you can chop and have strong strength, you are a good hand.

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 The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

Rhaegar moved sideways one step ahead, and the edge of the dragon's claw struck the back of the ax that was slashing down.

 In the midst of lightning and flint, the ax flew out of my hand.

Without waiting for the tall man to react, Rhaegar stretched his arm forward and pressed the tip of his sword against his opponent's neck.

"you lose!"

 “Gulu~~”

 The tall man's body stiffened, his eyes moved wildly, and he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

 He didn't even see what was going on, the tip of the sword was pressed against his neck.

 “You win, prince.”

 His status and strength couldn't be compared. The tall man honestly admitted defeat and got into the crowd with his face flushed.

Rhaegar smiled, pointed his sword at the crowd of onlookers, and said arrogantly: "Is there anyone else who challenges me? If you win, take away the sword in my hand!"

 He didn’t know what was wrong with him.

 Just want to vent the excitement in my heart.

 The tournament when he was young left a deep impression on him, so he wanted to experience it in this small tournament.

"I come!"

 A strong young man stood up and said with gleaming eyes: "Lester Waywood, I hope to compete with you."

 He is the heir of Iron Oak City and received knightly education since childhood.

 “Take action, Lester!”

Rhaegar walked forward, unable to stop smiling.

Lester is also a swordsman, holding a two-handed sword and attacking with great force.

The opponent's attack was fierce, and Rega moved flexibly to counterattack at the right time.

 A series of collisions passed.

The dragon's claws connected along the edge of the two-handed sword. As Rhaegar's feet approached, the blade brushed against the opponent's neck.

Leicester still kept slashing, and a blood mark appeared on his neck, with traces of blood oozing out.

 “Your sword is swift, my prince.”

After being stunned for a moment, Lester was so distraught that he voluntarily admitted defeat.

Rhaegar didn't kill him, he just scratched his skin.

 But he knew that if he could scratch the epidermis, he could cut the aorta.

 “Is there anyone else? Come and fight again!”

Rhaegar continued to invite battle.

 After seeing the prince's superb swordsmanship, most of them flinched, but there were still those who coveted the Valyrian steel sword.

 Less than half an hour.

Rhaegar defeated seven opponents in a row, hitting the target every time.

 The defeated opponent can't even touch the corners of his clothes, and the winner can be determined in just a few moves.

 His swordsmanship is mainly about speed and agility.

Hiriu once said that his sword was so fast that he couldn't feel the pain when he cut it on his body. People would only notice it when the blood flowed out.

It is this kind of fast sword that allows him to draw a draw with Shiliu every time.

Xi Liu’s swordsmanship is outstandingly fast and flexible. It looks light and slow, but in fact it is full of murderous intent.

 Only if he is faster and faster can he have the capital to fight.

“My lords, the competition is not over yet, is there anyone who wants to challenge me?”

Rhaegar looked around the crowd with high spirits, arms wide open.

 Everyone present looked at each other and remained silent.

 The prince's swordsmanship is obvious to all. Not only can he defeat you, he can also ensure that you are not injured.

For opponents with such skill, they will only bring humiliation to themselves.

 “Do you still want the prince to fight?”

Jero stood next to Leya and asked in a low voice.

Rhaegar killed everyone's enthusiasm, which was a good reason to end the contest.

Leia didn't answer him. She stared straight at Rhaegar on the field with her brown eyes, her mind surging.

Looking at the figure of Reggati holding the sword, she thought of an old friend.

 Daemon Targaryen.

At that time, Daemon also held the Dark Sister and showed off his skills in the tournament in Runestone City, defeating several knights of the valley.

 She took a fancy to Daemon's skill and charm, and with the help of Queen Alexa, she married the young Daemon.

 The uncle and nephew are exactly the same in their unruly ways.

 (End of this chapter)