Game of Thrones: The Road to Pirate King

Chapter 187 Euron Greyjoy VS "The Dauntless" Barristan Selmy

The morning mist had not yet been completely dispelled by the sun, and the cool air was already ignited by the rising heat from the Harrenhalle Arena.

There were only two spear duels on this day, and the first one was enough to keep all the spectators on the edge of their seats.

Euron Greyjoy will face off against Barristan Selmy the Dauntless.

When the match-up list was announced, a buzz of excitement and anticipation erupted from the stands.

Euron's opponent today is undoubtedly a hellish test.

Ser Barristan, Kingsguard, his name itself is synonymous with legend. He is the knight with the most tournament wins in Westeros, and his skill with the spear, his honors, and his "fearlessness" have long been sung in ballads.

Barristan Selmy, clad in dazzling pure white scale armor, stood as awe-inspiring as an insurmountable snow-capped mountain, serene and majestic. Compared to him, any opponent paled in comparison.

For Euron, this was not a simple duel, but the direct confrontation with a living legend, a peak that he needed to climb with all his might.

Euron and Sir Barristan met in the center of the field and paused briefly according to traditional etiquette.

Euron's gaze unconsciously swept towards the familiar seats in the stands, but he did not find his fiancée, Ashara.

At this moment, Asara was below the stands, intently adjusting the clasps of her brother Arthur Dayne's armor, gently reminding him of the precautions for his upcoming duel with Prince Rhaegar. She was completely immersed in her brother's preparations.

Seeing this, Youlun smiled slightly, not intending to care about this minor absence.

Just then, another figure stood up: Princess Arianne Martell of Dorne.

She walked briskly to the edge of the stands, winked mischievously at Euron below, and said loudly, "Your Ashara said that her own brother is more important, and she doesn't have time for you right now. So, I'll take on the honorable task of tying the blessing ribbon on you!"

Before she finished speaking, she had already deftly wrapped a ribbon, symbolizing good fortune, around the tip of Euron's heavy lance with a fluid and elegant movement.

Euron smiled and gladly accepted the somewhat sarcastic blessing from Dorne.

On the other side, Ser Barristan calmly handed his lance to Princess Elia Martell. The gentle Dornish princess rose with a smile and delicately and solemnly tied a ribbon of respect around the legendary White Knight's neck. Having finished, she looked up and nodded not only to Barristan but also to Euron across from her in a friendly gesture.

All the ceremonies are complete.

Euron and Barristan each gripped their lances, each carrying the blessings of a different woman. The tips of their lances lightly touched, producing a crisp sound, a knightly salute. They then turned their horses and slowly rode towards opposite ends of the arena, the heavy clatter of hooves striking the hearts of everyone present.

The somber atmosphere intensified once again.

Ugh!

The sound of horns tore through the air; the duel had officially begun.

Euron Greyjoy and Ser Barristan Selmy the Dauntless charged toward each other, the first round beginning with a deafening thud of hooves.

This was not a desperate charge, but a tentative first dance. Two blunted spears clashed precisely in mid-air, producing a dull thud, before bouncing back. The immense impact jolted both men's arms, and their warhorses passed each other.

In that split second, a barely perceptible glint flashed in Euron's eyes—he quietly activated the skill granted by the One Piece System: [Power Test Iv1].

In an instant, a set of cold, precise data surfaced in the depths of his consciousness like a brand:

Barristan Selmy - The Fearless God of War

Power: 34

Agility: 35

Stamina: 31

Spirit: 16

Command: 43

Charisma: 24

These breathtakingly high overall attributes, especially the near-perfect balance of strength, agility, and stamina, sent a chill down Euron's spine. He had only ever experienced this flawless, almost "perfect" warrior archetype in one person—

That was Arthur Dayne, a fellow member of the Kingsguard, wielding the sword "Dawn".

Ser Barristan may not have had the legendary greatsword of Arthur Dayne, but his unparalleled skill, honed through countless battlefields and arenas, is itself an insurmountable peak.

In the second round, the warhorses charged again. Euron clearly felt the force emanating from Ser Barristan's steady lance was a notch heavier than in the first round. The two lances clashed precisely in mid-air once more, with two sharp cracks as the lances shattered simultaneously, splinters of wood flying everywhere. Without hesitation, the two turned their horses around and received new lances from their squires.

From the third to the fifth round, the clang of metal against metal was deafening. Every thrust from Sir Barristan was as if measured with the utmost precision, accurate and powerful, perfectly embodying the ultimate combination of strength and technique.

By the sixth round, Euron was showing signs of fatigue. His steed, Faruru, seemed to sense the pressure its master was under, its steps no longer as light as before. After taking a particularly heavy thrust from Barristan, Euron's body visibly swayed on the saddle. Although he tried his best to steady himself, that momentary loss of balance was noticed by everyone with discerning eyes.

Meanwhile, Barristan on the other side remained calm and composed, his breathing steady. He even cast a smile of almost gratified satisfaction at Euron beneath his magnificent winged helmet—the kind of admiration a senior master would show upon seeing a junior fight so fiercely with him.

The horn of the seventh round has sounded.

The two riders accelerated again, rushing towards each other like arrows released from a bow. This time, the power contained in Sir Barristan's lance suddenly increased once more! It was no longer a test, but a tremendous force that accumulated layer by layer like a tidal wave, ultimately intending to end this wonderful contest completely.

As the devastating impact struck, Euron let out a low roar, and a strange power instantly flowed through his body—[Skill: Pegasus Dash Iv1] was activated!

【Skill: Pegasus Dash Iv1】Origin: Gan Fall, the sixth god of the Sky Island "Kingdom of Gods". Description: Uses a knight's lance while mounted to perform a super armor attack. Super armor effect: While mounted, one cannot be easily knocked off.

Its core is not speed, but the "super armor" effect that makes the mount as stable as a rock!

An invisible, resilient force enveloped his body, firmly securing Euron to the saddle. Although Sir Barristan's blow, powerful enough to send an ordinary knight flying, had shaken his internal organs and left his arms numb and throbbing, Euron miraculously regained his balance on Faruru's back after the violent sway, thanks to this superhuman strength effect, and did not fall.

The two riders passed each other again, rushing towards the end of the field. Taking advantage of this precious brief gap when they changed guns and turned around, Euron quietly activated the strange ability of the Soul-Soul Fruit, absorbing the stored soul points and converting them into a cool and vibrant energy flow, which quickly soothed the tearing pain and hidden injuries in his wrists, arms and even his whole body caused by the huge impact.

Although his physical and mental exhaustion could not be replenished instantly, the excruciating pain and injuries to his body were quickly relieved. When he took the lance from his attendant again, his trembling arm had regained its stability, and his fighting spirit seemed to have been rekindled, burning fiercely once more.

The moment the eighth round ended, Euron felt as if his entire right arm was filled with acid, heavy and numb, and half of his body felt as if it had been crushed by a giant wheel, with each breath accompanied by intense pain.

He roared inwardly: "Soul-Soul Fruit, heal me!!!"

That strange power originating from the depths of his soul surged once more, forcibly mending the tearing of his muscles and the trembling of his bones, supporting his body which was on the verge of collapse.

Ser Barristan observed all this, his admiration deepening. He respected every worthy opponent, and he had heard of Euron's astonishing resilience in previous matches; witnessing it firsthand now only amplified his respect. The Iron Islands' second son's tenacity far exceeded his expectations. He also admired Arthur's foresight in choosing such a valiant warrior for his sister.

The horn of the ninth round sounded. Barristan held back no longer, spurring his warhorse forward with all his might! His lance pierced the air, charging straight in with unparalleled force!

Euron gritted his teeth and used all the remaining strength he had after the repair. He pushed the invincibility effect of [Pegasus Dash] to its limit to barely keep himself from being instantly blasted away and remained on Faruru's back.

But his divine steed could not completely withstand the terrifying force, letting out a painful neigh. The enormous impact caused Faruru's body, along with Euron's, to tilt uncontrollably to one side, with the two legs on the side closer to Barristan even lifting off the ground for a moment. It was only through astonishing balance that it did not fall immediately.

A deafening roar erupted from the audience, sweeping across the entire arena like a tsunami!

The people in the stands also stood up one after another, craning their necks to look at the dusty center of the field, unable to believe that Euron, who was as tenacious as a sea monster, was still standing on his horse.

Ashara Dayne, who had already returned to the stands, suddenly stood up, one hand unconsciously covering her mouth tightly, as if trying to stifle the scream that almost escaped her lips. Her other hand instinctively grabbed Arianne's hand beside her, her fingers tightening so violently with tension and worry that they nearly crushed bones. Arianne, caught off guard, gasped slightly in pain, but understood Ashara's feelings and could only silently endure the pain.

The tenth round! Barristan's eyes narrowed, and he unleashed his full power without reservation! He perfectly concentrated all the skills and strength he had honed throughout his life into a single point on the tip of his spear, as if gathering all the light in an instant!

This time, no skill or technique could withstand it.

That power, condensed to its extreme, suddenly erupted!

Euron, along with his loyal Faruru, was as if struck head-on by an invisible giant wall. Instead of being thrown into the air, they were irresistibly and completely slid backward before crashing heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The dull thuds of man and horse falling to the ground brought this earth-shattering duel to a close.

Asara's gaze was fixed on the fallen figure in the stands, her knuckles white from the force of her grip. All her worry and fear were clearly conveyed through her clasped hands. The next second, she could no longer restrain herself, even forgetting that she was still holding onto Ariane tightly. Like an arrow released from a bow, she rushed off the stands, wanting nothing more than to get to Euron's side immediately and make sure he was alright.

Almost simultaneously, Baron, Balf, and a host of Iron Islands warriors rushed over. They swiftly worked together to lift the screeching Faruru and carefully helped Euron, who had fallen to the ground.

Ashara pushed through the crowd and rushed to Euron, her trembling hands urgently unfastening the buckle on his helmet.

When the heavy helmet was removed, revealing the face beneath, she saw Euron's eyes, still shining with the joy of a triumphant battle. Although a trickle of bright red blood clung to the corner of his mouth, he still looked energetic, as if the heavy blow that had been enough to crush a giant had only made him more excited.

Asara's heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, finally settled. She let out a long sigh of relief, her tense body almost collapsing. Extreme worry instantly transformed into the ecstatic joy of having something lost and then back. She no longer cared about any ladylike etiquette or restraint. In front of everyone, she opened her arms without hesitation and hugged Euron, who was covered in dust and sweat, tightly, tightly, burying her face in his cold breastplate.

The forgotten Arianne stood quietly, watching the two embracing. A barely perceptible dimness flashed across her bright face, the light extinguished quickly, like a star briefly obscured by light clouds, before she returned to her usual smiling expression, only that smile seemed to contain a hint of indescribable loneliness.

Asara quickly snapped out of her extreme worry and ecstasy.

The countless gazes from all around made her instantly realize how inappropriate her passionate embrace had been in front of so many people. Her cheeks flushed red as if burned, and she hurriedly loosened her arms from Eulen, instinctively taking a small step back, trying to regain her usual composure.

But Euron gave her no chance to back down. The smile, a mixture of blood and untamed spirit, still lingered on his lips, as if he were not the one who had just been knocked off his horse. He swiftly and firmly reached out and seized Ashara's hand, which she tried to pull away, and led her with unwavering authority, striding to the very center of the arena under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Then, to everyone's astonishment, Euron raised his hand, which was clasped tightly with Ashara's, and waved to the surrounding stands with the composure of a true victor.

This unexpected and dramatic move instantly ignited the atmosphere in the entire venue!

The audience was taken aback at first, then burst into an overwhelming and even more enthusiastic whistling, applause and cheers!