The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Chapter 200: Unmatched (Please subscribe fully, thank you!)

The Hound attacked the Mountain's left side, using a lance, a carefully designed attack.

The Mountain held his sword in his right hand, leaving his left side vulnerable.

The Hound switched from a longsword to a lance during his charge, showing his determination to kill the Mountain.

The Mountain had taught the Hound that a lance was better for piercing armor; the power of a lance was concentrated at a point, while even a direct thrust with a sword was far less effective at penetrating armor.

The design of a lance is solely for thrusting!

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The Mountain roared, like thunder splitting the sky and crashing to the ground, the force of the thunder causing the three charging warhorses to falter slightly, and the hands of the three fierce generals to tremble.

An ordinary warrior couldn't wield the Mountain's greatsword; it was too heavy! But in his hands, it was as light as nothing. His greatsword had long been transferred from his right hand to his left, as easily and naturally as breathing. His right hand, clad in an iron gauntlet, clenched into a fist, and he took a step to the right. His stride was large, beyond that of ordinary people. This large step allowed him to avoid the Hound's lance thrust and Thoros's flaming sword slash to the chest!

He also avoided Ilyn Payne's overhead chop, but his body directly blocked the path of Ilyn Payne's charging warhorse. Man and horse were about to collide violently in the blink of an eye.

The Mountain couldn't dodge, and there wasn't time. He had clenched his right fist during his large step. His right fist was covered in a chainmail gauntlet; knights and lords wore these soft armor gauntlets to protect their hands in battle.

As he stepped to the right, the Mountain threw a punch, striking the head of Ilyn Payne's charging warhorse.

Bang!

A muffled boom echoed as the warhorse's head collided with the Mountain's iron fist, exploding like a bag of water filled with red paint, blood and flesh splattering everywhere.

The charging warhorse crashed into an invisible wall of copper and iron, its head shattering like tofu, its neck tearing apart inch by inch!

One punch, a shattered head!

The horse's hindquarters reared up violently, while the front of the horse was forced down by an invisible, unmatched force.

Ilyn Payne, riding the horse, was thrown up by the overturning horse, soaring over the head of the steadily crouching Mountain. The Mountain's iron fist was embedded in the horse's neck, like a hammer smashing into soft earth, his fist, wrist, and half his forearm completely buried.

Ilyn Payne spun in the air like a top, crashing into the Red Fork's rapids with a great splash, sending a huge column of water spraying upwards.

The momentum of the warhorse, its head shattered by a single punch, was forcibly suppressed by the Mountain's right fist, unable to continue forward. The Mountain swung his right arm violently to the left, causing the horse to flip over, rise into the air, and slam into Thoros's warhorse.

Thousands of people on both banks of the Red Fork watched in stunned silence, forgetting to breathe or shout.

The headless horse crashed into the hindquarters of Thoros's warhorse, which had just passed the Mountain's side. Crack, a crisp sound, and Thoros's warhorse's hind legs snapped.

The force was too fierce, swift as lightning, crushing Thoros's warhorse's hind legs upon contact.

The warhorse's mournful whinny was heartbreaking and unbearable to hear!

Thoros agilely jumped off the warhorse. As soon as he landed, the warhorse collapsed with a crash, continuing its mournful cries!

The Hound fully reined in his charging warhorse, barely managing to stop it at the edge of the Red Fork, its front hooves already stepping into the water!

The more violent the charge, the stronger the momentum.

The Hound reined his horse back. Thoros's flaming sword had already been broken by the Mountain's greatsword. The Mountain stepped forward and grabbed Thoros's chest. Thoros was dressed as a monk and wore no armor. Being grabbed in the chest by the Mountain immediately injured him.

Thoros was very tall, but in front of the Mountain, his height was irrelevant. The Mountain lightly lifted Thoros, who, despite his bravery, stabbed at the Mountain's face with his broken sword.

The Mountain waved his right hand and threw Thoros into the Red Fork like a scarecrow.

The force of the throw was unmatched, throwing Thoros's tall body almost to the center of the river.

Splash!

A huge splash echoed, and in an instant, the water churned, and Thoros was swallowed by the murky river!

The Hound, lance in hand, faced the Mountain alone.

Before the Hound could attack, the Mountain planted his greatsword in the ground, lifted Thoros's warhorse, which was still mournfully whinnying on the ground, with both hands, and charged towards the Hound. The Hound was shocked and quickly kicked his warhorse, fleeing diagonally along the riverbank. The Mountain roared and hurled the weapon in his hands, aiming for the Hound's horse.

The sandy and muddy ground by the river made it impossible for the warhorses to pick up speed.

The walls of Riverrun were densely packed with citizens, and the thousands who witnessed this battle were all astonished. The thirty Gold Cloaks, the thousand Riverrun guards, and the lords and knights of the various families were all frightened!

The Mountain's divine strength, wielding a wounded warhorse as a weapon and throwing it, who could match him?

Naturally gifted with divine strength, unmatched by anyone!

The Hound's warhorse couldn't outrun the Mountain's thrown warhorse, forcing the Hound to drop his lance and jump into the Red Fork to escape.

Boom!

The two horses collided violently, whinnying simultaneously, and fell into the water of the Red Fork, their bones broken and tendons snapped, dying instantly!

Thousands of soldiers and civilians watching from both sides of the river were breathless, chilled to the bone, and silent.

Lord Thoma Smallwood of Acorn Hall, who had previously boasted of his bravery and shouted on the south bank that he would duel the Mountain, was pale and black-faced, his mouth dry, his limbs weak. He quietly retreated into the midst of his guards, no longer confident in dueling the Mountain!

Duke Hoster, watching this battle from the triangular giant balcony, was shocked and murmured, "Tywin of the Westerlands has such a fierce general; if the country is in turmoil, which general in the Riverlands can defeat the Mountain?"

Maester Vyman beside him looked somber and remained silent!

The Mountain was born with divine strength, his strides were huge, his movements were quick, and he was ruthless and merciless. Looking at the generals in the Riverlands, no one could match the Mountain!

In the Red Fork, Ilyn Payne had been fished out by the boatmen who jumped into the river. His face was pale, his eyes were lifeless. The Mountain had given him the opportunity to duel, and he had finally fulfilled his long-held wish, knowing how far he was from the Mountain.

He prided himself on his divine strength and his ruthless greatsword skills, but in a duel with the Mountain, he couldn't withstand the force of the Mountain's punch!

In the river, Thoros emerged. This little rapid was nothing to him. He grew up in the Free City of Myr by the sea, and the children were all skilled surfers from a young age. Even the dwarves would be drowned by the waves!

Without the boatmen rowing over, Thoros walked ashore on his own.

The Hound jumped into the Red Fork closest to the shore, quickly got up, and was the first to return to the shore.

The Mountain sheathed his greatsword. Edmure helped Ilyn Payne ashore. Bernie and the thirty brothers came over to surround and protect the Mountain.

The Mountain was so brave and unmatched that these brothers were very excited to follow him. Without swearing an oath, they were all willing to dedicate their lives to following the Mountain!

Thoros came ashore, and the thirty Gold Cloaks immediately surrounded and protected him.

This was the benefit of not wearing armor.

Thoros didn't wear armor, so he could swim back after being thrown into the river by the Mountain; while Ilyn Payne didn't fall far, but he needed Lord Edmure to direct the boatmen to rescue him because he was wearing armor.

"Who else wants to come and arrest me directly to be judged?" the Mountain shouted.

His voice was like rolling thunder, echoing across the Red Fork, and the thousand soldiers, dozens of lords, generals, knights, and centurions were all silent, none daring to speak!