Game of Thrones: The Red Dragon Lord.

Chapter 20 Group Competition
Gavin glanced around and soon noticed the Hightower family across the street.

The man holding the spear flag was a tall soldier, and beside him, four men were protecting him. They were all wearing fine plate armor.

As if sensing something, the man holding the gun also looked at the team Gavin was in. His gaze penetrated the crowd and met Gavin's gaze in the air, as if an invisible spark was instantly created.

The referee rode slowly to the center of the field and announced the rules loudly, but no one in the field was listening. Everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, the heavy atmosphere made it almost difficult to breathe, and the tense atmosphere permeated every inch of the air.

Then, the referee rode off the field on horseback. As he walked further and further away, the tense atmosphere became more and more intense, like an invisible net that tightly bound everyone. Just as he completely left the field, a horn representing the official start of the game suddenly blew, instantly igniting the impending war.

Several closely related families began to move slowly and cautiously, trying to gather stronger strength in this way, so as to protect themselves and eliminate other opponents first in this fierce competition.

The other relatively weaker teams saw this scene and knew clearly that they must not let the other team succeed. So they launched the attack without hesitation. The teams that were a little further away also rushed towards the team next to them that they thought they could defeat.

A team on Gavin's left suddenly launched an attack. A fierce warrior holding a spear stabbed Gavin, who was holding a spear flag, like a poisonous snake coming out of a hole. The spear made a sharp sound, and it was obvious that it was going to kill Gavin with one blow.

However, before the three gladiators could recover from the sudden attack, Gavin had already reacted with amazing speed. He flashed, and the spear in his hand was like a dragon emerging from the sea, accurately and powerfully picking up the opponent's helmet.

Then, Gavin swung his arm and smashed the opponent with his spear with the force of thunder, knocking the man unconscious on the ground instantly, without even having time to scream. The three gladiators behind him also attacked the opponent's team immediately.

Gavin didn't hesitate at all, and rushed to the battlefield at a jaw-dropping speed. His movements were extremely swift, and the spear in his hand stabbed, stabbed, swept, and chopped, and each move contained a thousand pounds of force. In just a blink of an eye, he knocked the opponent to the ground cleanly.

Some of those who fell to the ground groaned in pain, while others fainted, leaving the scene in disarray. After witnessing their performance, several teams that were close to Gavin were horrified and quickly moved away from Gavin's location, fearing that they would become his next target.

The melee broke out completely, and the field was in chaos. The shouts and sounds of weapons clashing were intertwined and deafening.

Seeing that no one was approaching, Gavin and the others chose to wait and see, standing quietly aside and observing the situation on the field.

The Hightower family did not attack other teams, but immediately deployed a defensive formation, and they had many allies. Behind him, to his left, and to his right, there was a team, and although they were not too close to each other, they had a tacit understanding and helped each other block the sneak attack from behind, forming a relatively stable defensive formation.

Gradually, the situation in the field became somewhat stalemate. There were as many as four or five teams like the Hightower family. Among them, a team holding a hunter's flag was particularly strong. It defeated two teams alone, and now it has gathered two teams of allies, with a total of 13 people. For a moment, no one dared to approach. At this time, they were less than 30 meters away from Gavin's position.

Seeing Gavin standing still nearby, the team did not hesitate at all, as if they had seen new prey, and charged straight at Gavin and his men. Seeing this, Gavin and his men rushed forward without hesitation. Both sides hurried forward, with fierce eyes, and a fierce confrontation was about to take place.

On the main stand, a group of nobles were watching the battle. Under a hunter's flag, Randyll Tarly looked at his eldest son Sam beside him and saw that he was pale and shaking uncontrollably, obviously frightened by the bloody scene. His round face was full of fear, his fat was trembling slightly, and his thick arms were shaking non-stop.

Seeing this, Randyll Tarly angrily scolded: "You useless thing! Don't bring this cowardly look here and tarnish the reputation of my family!" After saying that, he turned his head angrily and looked at his second son Dickon next to him. He saw that the second son stared at the battlefield with a sharp gaze, without any fear. Randyll Tarly couldn't help feeling annoyed and sighed: "Why is Dickon not the eldest son? Why are the Seven Gods so unfair to give me such a cowardly heir!"

Then he patted Dickon on the shoulder, pointed to the hunter's flag that was charging towards Gavin and others, and said seriously: "Dickon, that represents our family's motto - I am the vanguard. Remember, the glory of the Tully family lies in this, no matter what kind of enemy you face, you must always charge ahead." Now he has completely given up on his eldest son's cowardice, fortunately he still has a qualified younger son to train.

Earl Tully, who was about to continue preaching, was stopped abruptly by Dickon's sudden exclamation.

Lando immediately looked towards the field and saw that facing an enemy whose number was far more than twice theirs, Gavin and his men actually launched a counterattack, and the two teams collided in an instant.

One of the young men, like a ghost, rushed into the enemy's formation with a spear in hand. The tip of the spear was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, stabbing left and right, instantly disrupting the enemy's formation. The enemy soldiers responded in panic, but they were unable to stop his attack at all.

Then, the young man dropped his gun and drew his sword. The sword in his hand seemed to become the messenger of death. His sword skills were superb and his sword was as sharp as the wind. Every strike of his sword was accurate to the vital point. His figure shuttled through the crowd, his sword was raised and fell, and blood was splattered everywhere.

Even though they fought desperately, their moves seemed so clumsy in front of the boy's powerful swordsmanship. The boy's sword was like lightning, slashing through again and again, and the soldiers fell one after another, unable to resist this violent attack. The remaining personnel stepped back unconsciously, and their morale had collapsed.

In just a moment, the tough team that no one dared to approach before had fallen to the ground. The boy's armor was covered in blood, but he did not look tired at all, instead he exuded a frightening aura.

The field was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the shouts of killing seemed to become weaker at this moment. The young man stood proudly among the corpses, like a god of war descending to the world, which made people feel awe.

(End of this chapter)