Chapter 211: Confrontation

'Mountain.'

Viserys gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, his gaze fixed on the colossal figure before him, a man who looked like a mountain. His eyes bore an unprecedented seriousness.

Gregor 'The Mountain' Clegane, known as 'The First Villain of the Seven Kingdoms,' could also be considered the theoretically strongest knight in all the Seven Kingdoms.

Gregor Clegane earned this title not because he possessed the best swordsmanship in the Seven Kingdoms, but because his stature was so enormous that the overwhelming pressure made Viserys feel somewhat suffocated.

Even more terrifying was that the Mountain's massive body did not hinder his speed and agility, coupled with his not too shabby swordsmanship...

This guy was simply a machine born to kill.

Hoo~

The silver-haired youth's breath became unconsciously heavy, his throat rolled slightly, exhaling a breath.

At the same time, he cautiously maintained the distance between him and this giant, stepping back continuously.

'Damn.'

'Why hasn't the backup arrived yet?'

Meanwhile, Illyrio, whose thigh had been pierced by a sword, was pale as a sheet, his wound still bleeding profusely, leaning heavily against the cold wall.

In truth, Illyrio had arranged for reinforcements in case of emergencies. If something unexpected happened, they would come to their aid.

However, for some reason, the reinforcements arranged by Illyrio had not yet arrived.

The Magister with the forked yellow beard watched Viserys face the giant, his already pale face looking even more desperate.

'Viserys? Are you sure you want to fight this guy?'

'This is the tallest man I've ever seen!'

Not just the Magisters of Pentos, even Illyrio felt that Viserys had no chance of winning this battle. The Pentos soldiers who had now surrounded this battlefield also seemed to think the same.

'By the gods!'

'This guy might be able to tame dragons!'

'Who in the world can fight him?'

Illyrio continued to talk incessantly. However, Viserys had no time to attend to the Magister, who was already terrified.

Because this was the most dangerous moment he had ever faced.

He did not know who would win or lose if Drogo were still alive and had a one-on-one duel with the Mountain. However, the psychological pressure that the Mountain was giving him now was stronger than Drogo.

'Viserys Targaryen.'

At this moment, the huge man, whose enormous figure was completely covered in heavy armor, suddenly spoke.

His voice was deep and resonant, like the bell of the Great Sept of Baelor, even making your ears hum if you heard it at close range.

Under the heavy helmet, the Mountain's icy eyes were also locked on the silver-haired boy in front of him.

Silver hair...

He remembered that at that time, he was kneeling in front of a silver-haired man. The face of that man was somewhat similar to the boy in front of him.

However, he hated to kneel before others.

The noble Ser Gregor Clegane detested two things most in his life. The first was other men being better-looking than him, and the second was kneeling to others.

And that silver-haired man embodied both, and even rested his sword on his neck.

..."

"So... he despises those with silver hair.

"Your elder brother, Rhaegar, knighted me with his own hands."

Gregor Clegane, the Mountain, spoke again, his voice as resonant as ever, his icy gaze fixed on the young man before him.

With a single hand, he dragged his heavy sword on the ground, sparks flying, as he advanced towards Viserys.

"Is that so?"

Viserys didn't understand why the Mountain was bringing up the past, his eyebrows furrowing slightly as he responded.

"But you betrayed him."

Despite his spoken words, Viserys was alert, focusing all his attention on the Mountain's every move, not daring to be careless.

The next second.

Without any warning, the Mountain swung his colossal sword at Viserys, intending to cleave him in two.

Despite his huge size, the Mountain moved with startling speed, swinging his heavy sword swiftly and fiercely.

Seeing the sudden aggression, Viserys, although prepared, felt his heart lurch.

Nevertheless, his reaction was quick. He sidestepped the blow.

Clang—

The Mountain's sword, held in one hand, smashed into the ground where Viserys had been standing, scattering debris and dust, cracking the ground beneath Viserys' feet.

"Hiss..."

The watching soldiers of Pentos around the field couldn't help but draw a sharp breath.

"This monster..."

His strength was indeed too great.

Having narrowly avoided the Mountain's strike, Viserys exhaled a small breath. But he didn't rush to counter-attack, instead, he held Dawn and maintained a safe distance, seeming to be intimidated by the Mountain.

Meanwhile, Illyrio, leaning against a wall corner, was also watching the duel between Viserys and the Mountain, but in his current state, he could offer no assistance.

Even if he could go back twenty years, back to his days as a young, robust sellsword, he would still stand no chance against this terrifying foe.

"Viserys, be careful!"

Illyrio could only cheer for Viserys.

However, Viserys was too preoccupied to heed the voices around him. He was fully engaged in facing this dreadful enemy.

He couldn't afford to make the same mistake as Oberyn; if he gave the Mountain any opportunity, he would likely be the one to die.

"This guy's attack range is too wide."

Viserys thought to himself.

At the same time, he remembered Oberyn's advice on how to fight a taller opponent when teaching him spear technique.

Oberyn never forgot his sister's grudge, so over the years, he had been practicing how to defeat... no, kill a man much larger and taller than himself.

"Big guys may look all muscle, intimidating."

"But their necks, eyes, and other vital areas aren't well protected by muscles."

Back then, Oberyn, holding a spear in one hand, had just knocked down the young silver-haired boy, who sat panting on the ground.

Then Oberyn pointed his spear at the boy.

"Here."

"Here."

The sharp spear-tip came dangerously close to the boy's throat, his eyes.

"And here."

Smack—

Finally, the Prince of Dorne tapped Viserys's backside with the spear handle, urging him to get up from the ground.

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