Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Meanwhile, Robert Baratheon was putting on his armor with the help of Unsullied soldiers.

Robert wore a set of Baratheon armor, with a crowned stag emblem on his chest and a stag antler helmet.

Robert wore this armor in battles across the land, where he killed Rhaegar. However, he later grew too fat to wear it, so he left it at the Red Keep, where it was eventually captured.

But now, after more than two years of torment, from the Wildling invasion to the White Walker Wars, the Civil War, being imprisoned, and losing a lot of weight, Robert has regained some of his youthful appearance and is able to put on the armor again.

"His Majesty!"

"Kill him!"

"Kill him!"

dong dong dong-

The surrounding war drums thundered, creating a lively atmosphere. The people and nobles of the seven kingdoms all craned their necks to watch and cheer.

How many people in history have ever witnessed a duel between kings?

Robert challenged Viserys, but Viserys, as the victor, could have refused Robert's challenge and executed him outright.

However, Viserys accepted Robert's challenge and gave him a dignified death, bringing the atmosphere to a fever pitch.

With the help of the Unsullied soldiers, King Robert donned his armor, while Black Qiraji stared coldly into his eyes at close range. Facing the seemingly mad Robert Baratheon, Robert showed no fear, and Robert glared fiercely back at Black Qiraji.

You will die—

Then, the black bug stared coldly at Robert and said something in broken Common, slightly raising its chin and taking a step back, nodding to its subordinates behind it.

"Ah."

The Unsullied soldier then stepped forward, handed Robert his warhammer, which Robert was accustomed to using, and then turned and left.

thump—

At that moment, the bell at the trial site suddenly rang, signaling the imminent start of the highly anticipated martial arts trial.

The clamor of the people of King's Landing and the nobles of the Seven Kingdoms vanished instantly. All irrelevant people retreated to the sidelines, and everyone shut their mouths, staring intently at the two people present.

"In the presence of all the gods and esteemed dignitaries, we gather here..."

The fat archbishop on the judgment seat stood up shakily, just about to recite some prayers before the trial by combat, when Viserys waved his hand to interrupt him.

The bugle sounded, and the fat archbishop was momentarily speechless, but dared not show any anger. He could only bow and then sit down again.

The arena fell completely silent, with only Viserys and Robert Baratheon remaining.

Robert was clad in heavy black armor, wearing a stag horn helmet and a crowned stag emblem on his chest, and wielding a heavy storm hammer.

On the other side, Viserys was not wearing armor, but only a light battle robe, a white velvet brocade robe with gold thread, tight leather pants, and a jade belt.

Before the battle began, the attendant handed his sword back to him. He was still wearing black gloves, and he held the sword, Dusk, in one hand.

Her long, silver-gold hair cascaded freely over her shoulders, and her violet eyes gazed calmly at Robert Baratheon, appearing very relaxed, while he, in turn, looked as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Will Viserys be alright?"

On the stage, the young Queen Dorne gripped her dress tightly with her fingers, her face filled with worry.

Robert looks much stronger than him.

Viserys' physique doesn't look particularly strong, nor is it thin, like Oberyn's type, but when he takes off his clothes, you can see well-defined muscles.

Robert, on the other hand, was much larger than him, like a tank.

"Fighting is not about who has the stronger muscles, otherwise it would lose its meaning."

"Why don't we just take off our clothes and compare them?"

On the other side, Arianne's uncle, Oberon, calmly spoke with his legs crossed.

He was one of the most composed people on the stage, as was the female knight Mia. Both of them were veteran mercenaries with extensive combat experience. Sometimes, when masters clash, you can tell the difference simply by standing there.

"Just look at the two of them standing together, and the outcome is already decided."

Viserys was more composed, while Robert seemed to be facing a formidable enemy. The contrast in their attitudes reflected on the field a comparison of their strengths, as the feeling was much stronger when facing an opponent face-to-face.

The two strolled slowly around the area, maintaining a certain distance between them.

"You must have wanted to kill me a long time ago, Robert."

The silver-haired youth, holding his sword sheath, looked at Robert and then abruptly asked a question.

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"After all, I've seen many assassins who used Robert Baratheon's name when I was young."

"Assassination, poisoning, sneak attacks... all kinds of techniques are available."

"They claimed that as long as I killed them, they could take any castle in my seven kingdoms."

Viserys's voice made Robert's expression turn slightly unpleasant. After all, although he didn't care about his reputation, sending an assassin to deal with a child was still a disgrace.

"Of course!"

Robert finally couldn't hold back any longer, letting out a deep, angry roar before lunging forward.

"I only regret that I didn't kill every single one of the dragon's offspring!"

Robert Baratheon charged forward, roaring as he swung his warhammer, aiming a blow at Viserys's head, intending to smash the skull of this 'bastard of the dragon' that he hated, just like Baron Sven.

Robert once thought Rhaegar was his nemesis, who stole his fiancée and drove him to the brink of despair. However, he never expected that Rhaegar's once insignificant brother was Robert's true nightmare.

Facing the menacing King Robert, Viserys responded with remarkable ease, seemingly anticipating Robert's moves. He then slightly shifted his body to the side, and his heavy warhammer slammed into the ground.

boom--

The sound of massive metal striking the ground was deafening.

Robert then charged toward Viserys once more, dragging his Stormbreaker along the ground.

Robert's heavy warhammer swept across, aiming to break the opponent's bones. This was Robert's fighting style: the more he fought, the more ferocious he became. Once he gained momentum, he would launch a storm of attacks.

"Go to hell!"

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Robert's warhammer was powerful and heavy, carrying a strong wind, but Viserys once again easily dodged his attack.

The silver-haired youth did not draw his sword. After dodging, he circled behind Robert and used the scabbard to slash Robert's stag helmet.

Snapped--

It knocked his helmet off and sent it flying, landing on the ground and causing a stir among the crowd.

"Is that all there is to it, Robert?"

"Everyone says you are an unparalleled warrior, the devil of the Trident River, and the most valiant warrior in the country."

A look of disappointment crossed Viserys's face. He had thought Robert would be very strong, but compared to the King of Giants, he might still be slightly weaker. However, after all, Robert was a mythical creature, while Robert Baratheon was just a king of men.

"Enough with the nonsense, kid!"

Robert, disheveled and slightly out of breath, gripped his warhammer tightly and spoke in a booming voice.

"When I was fighting your brother Rhaegar, you were still some baby drinking milk!"

Viserys stood not far away, embracing the twilight without ever pulling it out. This was not a battle, but a one-sided toy.

Robert was a warrior greater than a king. In the end, he did not want to be led to the executioner's block, but rather to die standing like a warrior. Therefore, he challenged Viserys, and Viserys was happy to grant his request.

Robert himself knew perfectly well that he was no match for Viserys, and cold sweat was already streaming down his forehead.

Robert had sensed this as soon as they exchanged blows, even though Robert hadn't drawn his sword the entire time.

"You hate Rega so much just because he stole your fiancée?"

"Lyanna Stark of Winterfell?"

The battlefield was silent. The silver-haired youth did not launch an attack. He looked at Robert with pity in his eyes and then asked.

"Of course!"

"Rega abducted and raped Lyanna; he is a rapist!"

"Of course I'm going to kill him!"

Robert, slightly out of breath, pounced on him, launching another attack and slamming his hammer down heavily.

bang——

But then a dull metallic clang erupted as Viserys braced himself against Robert's hammer with one hand from his scabbard, seemingly without any strain.

"No, that's not right."

"You're wrong, Robert."

However, Viserys merely shook his head slightly upon hearing Robert's words.

"Rhaegar did not kidnap and rape Lyanna Stark."

Then, with a forceful pull, he forced King Robert, who possessed superhuman strength, back several steps before regaining his footing.

Robert held his warhammer, his eyes wide with astonishment, as if he had seen a ghost.

wow——

The nobles and commoners from the seven kingdoms who were watching the duel between the kings were also in an uproar.

Although they knew that King Viserys was skilled in battle and even had the rumored ability to save the world, King Robert's power was equally undeniable.

They had thought that Viserys would defeat Robert with his superb swordsmanship and agile combat skills, but they never imagined that Viserys could push King Robert away as easily as lifting a chick!

"Since you're about to die, I'll tell you the truth so you can die knowing the truth."

bang——

Viserys shoved King Robert away with one hand as if he were tossing a chick, his sword never drawn. He then rested his hand on the scabbard, which he held firmly against the ground, causing the dust to swirl slightly.

Meanwhile, Eddard Stark, dressed in black, was intently watching his friend's battle from the stands.

"the truth?"

He saw the situation on the field, and Eddard, skilled in combat, also knew that Robert had no chance. Just as he was feeling sad, he heard Viserys's words and suddenly had a bad feeling.

"That can't be..."