Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Artis, clad in armor and wielding a massive lance, stood like a mountain in the arena, and once again charged at Edric.

However, this time Edric did not stand still as before, but turned around and ran to the back.

"He escaped?"

Edric's sudden action caught the entire audience, including the imperial nobles in the VIP seats, completely off guard. They looked at each other in surprise and then couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

The character 强牺 is pronounced xi. Although it's difficult to determine who the world's most skilled swordsman is, the Dawn Knights are undoubtedly at the very top, standing at the pinnacle of the pyramid.

His battle against the giant prince also took into account human dignity.

"Do not."

"He is looking for a more suitable place for himself."

Standing not far away, Prince Dorne, a regular at the arena, crossed his arms and watched the battle up close with great interest.

How strong is Edric?

Oberyn could give this young Dorne protégé a very high evaluation, considering Edric's fundamentals to be solid, even better than his.

Oberyn studied too many things, too many different things, and didn't focus on swordsmanship for ten years like Edric did. But it was precisely because Oberyn studied so many things that his eye for talent was extremely sharp.

"He won."

“Smart kid, I thought the Dane family were all single-minded.”

“He’s much better than his uncle; at least he’s not so stubborn.”

Prince Dorne, whose temples were already graying, saw the giant prince and chased after him without hesitation. His eyes narrowed slightly, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes gathered together. He asserted that Edric had already won.

In reality, if it were a true life-or-death battle, even though Oberyn was old, he might still be able to kill the giant prince.

Because combat is not just a contest of physical strength, power, and speed, but also of intelligence, reaction, opportunity, and skill.

However, the giant prince possessed all three of the qualities, but was far inferior to the young knight in the latter aspects.

But right after Oberyn made his prediction, a sudden turning point occurred in the tournament arena.

Edric lured Artis into a complicated area, where the staff responsible for maintaining the equipment were terrified and scattered in all directions.

"Don't run!"

Artis, lance in hand, strode after them, his voice deep and muffled, like rolling thunder.

"I won't run."

Control the powerful and control the tyrant. However, Artis did not expect that the little guy opposite him would actually stop and turn around to face him after hearing his words.

Chapter 965 Stalemate

Then, this 'little one' actually charged towards him instead.

The giant prince, seeing his opponent rushing towards the flame like a moth to a flame, showed no fear whatsoever, completely unaware that he had landed in a place unfavorable to his performance.

"Roar--"

He roared in the heat of battle, then swung his lance at Edric.

But to Artis's surprise, his lance, which was over two meters long and nearly three meters long, encountered many obstacles when he swung it here, and he directly knocked over a row of weapon racks.

Although Artis swept them down with his great strength, his speed and power inevitably dropped drastically, and he also exposed a huge weakness.

"Right now."

The young knight's eyes lit up; this was exactly the opportunity he had been waiting for.

He charged forward with all his might, running at an extremely fast speed, first dodging Artis's sweeping spear.

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Then, with a sliding tackle, the boy's platinum-gold hair fluttered in the golden sunlight overhead, and his longsword slashed directly at Artis's calf, easily slicing open his boot, and blood immediately gushed out.

The tall, giant prince, in pain, let out a low growl. His injured leg caused him to lose his balance and he collapsed to one knee.

He's injured!

Artis knelt down on one knee, dropping his wooden spear to the ground, causing a gasp from the audience in the stands.

However, at that moment, no one expected that the giant prince, who had just been injured and knelt on one knee, would roar as if he had been humiliated. He endured the pain and actually pounced on Edric.

The young knight had nowhere to run. Facing the behemoth that was two meters tall and going berserk, he was knocked to the ground, and the only longsword he had left fell to the ground.

"Oops!"

"Edric Dane is going to die!"

The audience was stunned by the several sudden reversals.

Just ten seconds ago, they were certain that Artis had won, because the Giant Prince had been in control of the game, and then a series of reversals followed.

The young knight's brilliant strategy and skillful maneuvering led to a stunning comeback, causing the giant prince, who had been dominating the game, to fall to the ground with a leg injury.

However, just when they thought the giant prince had injured one leg, Edric Dane had successfully turned the tide, and the battle was about to be a foregone conclusion.

Unexpectedly, Artis, despite the pain, tackled Edric to the ground, and the situation reversed once again.

"Oh my god!"

"Will he crush his head?"

"By the gods!"

The entire audience held their breath for a moment, and the most terrifying thoughts even began to surface in their minds.

This crazed giant prince might just crush the young knight's head, splattering blood and brains all over the ground.

However, to everyone's surprise, Artis tackled Edric Dane to the ground, his fist raised high and even brought down hard.

But just as it was about to smash the young knight's head, it stopped abruptly on the tip of Edric Dane's nose.

A strong gust of wind howled, and the fist, as big as a casserole dish, whipped the slightly curled, light golden hair on the boy's fair forehead, causing it to flutter slightly and revealing a dense layer of fine, cold sweat underneath.

His deep blue, almost purple eyes were no longer calm; instead, they held an unconcealed fear, which made Edric Dane resemble a boy of his age.

"what happened?"

The audience members in the stands were so frightened by the twists and turns that their hearts were pounding, but they didn't expect that nothing would happen in the end.

What exactly happened?

Why didn't he smash his skull with a single punch?

The audience erupted in cheers, as if on a rollercoaster, while many of the empire's high-ranking nobles in the VIP seats suddenly stood up, looking down in bewilderment at what had happened.

"Who's winning?"

"what happened?"

Meanwhile, Beryl Dondelion and his wife Ariadne stood up abruptly. They weren't concerned about the outcome, but rather about how Edric was doing.

"Artis..."

On the other side, Herod Targaryen, the eldest son of the empire, remained seated without making any exaggerated movements, but a hint of worry flickered in his eyes.

However, only the two people on the battlefield truly know what happened in the arena of the martial arts tournament.

Artis, injured and enraged, lunged at Edric Dane, raised his fist high, and brought it down hard. Edric couldn't dodge in time, and if he had been hit, the foreseeable result would have been the young knight having half his cheek smashed and his brains splattered.

However, in reality, Artis's punch stopped abruptly on Edric's nose.

As Artis swung his lance and knocked over the weapon racks around him, scattering weapons all over the ground, Edric hurriedly picked up a dagger from the ground as Artis lunged at him.

At that moment, the dagger was pressed against the giant prince's throat.

The sharp point had even pierced the rough skin of Attis's throat, causing a glistening bead of blood to spill out.

In other words, Artis could smash Edric's skull with a single punch and kill the young knight, but Edric could also plunge a dagger into Artis's throat before dying.

If Artis were to actually deliver the punch, it would result in a lose-lose situation, with both sides suffering fatal injuries.

Logically, this should have resulted in a stalemate.

However, the reality was that Artis, who was blinded by rage, didn't care about anything else and was determined to smash the little guy's head with one punch, even if it meant mutual destruction.

But at this moment, a sentence that Edric Dane had said before the battle began came in handy.

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"Big guy, can we stop here?"

"I won't hurt you, but please don't kill me."

Edric's seemingly joking remark before the battle began was actually from the bottom of his heart.

The giant prince's punch came crashing down without regard for anything else, and the calm that had always been in the young knight's eyes vanished.

For the first time in battle, he felt a real threat—the sound of death. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and panic began to show in his eyes.

However, he held the dagger to Artis's throat but never went any further, even though his head might eventually be smashed by Artis's punch, and he would never have another chance for revenge.

Fortunately, Artis managed to calm down at the last moment.

Perhaps it was Edric's words before the battle began that had an effect, or perhaps it was because the dagger pressed against his throat never went any further.

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"I lost."

The giant prince then got up from the ground. Although his eyes showed guilt and disappointment, he still admitted it frankly.

Artis believed that only by winning the tournament could he become Heros's bodyguard and prevent others from taking his place beside Heros.

But now he has lost.

As one of the duelists, Artis knew better than anyone that before he could even throw a punch after tackling the little guy to the ground, the other's dagger was already pressed against his throat.

Therefore, if it were truly a life-or-death struggle, Edric's dagger would pierce his throat first, and of course, his punch would then smash the opponent's head.

At that time, Artis was overwhelmed by anger and disappointment, losing his reason and composure.

Unable to accept his elimination and the defeat he suffered, he was ultimately replaced by Heros, and so he threw a punch without thinking.

He had thought it would be a lose-lose situation; he didn't lose, and the other side didn't win either.