The Great Sparrow and Robert Strong walked to the statue of the Father of Justice and knelt on one knee facing each other. Cersei stood between the two of them.
An old monk walked forward with a polyhedral crystal in his hand and held it high. When the candlelight and skylight from the dome met the crystal, it immediately scattered a thin layer of rainbow light.
The monk turned the crystal and adjusted the angle of the rainbow light so that it shone on Cersei's face.
Then, with a holy and pious expression, he shouted to the statue of the Heavenly Father in a high, solemn, almost sing-songy voice, "Just Father, Mother of Mercy, Maiden of Light, Industrious Blacksmith, Brave Warrior, Wise Crone, Mysterious Stranger …
Please look carefully and be the witness of your lamb. Find the truth in Cersei Lannister's soul!
If she is innocent, please return her freedom. If she is guilty, please punish her. "
"That's a bit low. He even used the crystal to create momentum …" Danny commented softly with her right hand under her chin.
"Who do you think will win? I'll be the banker. The Great Sparrow will be torn in half. Ten to one. How about that? "Tyrion raised his right hand wrapped in gauze and grinned.
"Who's betting with you? The big guy will definitely win. Everyone knows that. "Jhiqui pouted.
"Everyone knows." Irri nodded in agreement.
"He's so strong and has iron armor. He's definitely going to win." Chora shook his head and sighed.
"Your Majesty, do you want to bet?" The dwarf moved closer to Danny and asked with a smile.
"How much money do you have to bet with me? It's fine if I lose, but if the Great Sparrow gets the help of the Seven Gods and turns the tables, can you afford it? "Danny gave him a sideways glance.
"There's no losing. Everyone knows that." Tyrion shook his head.
"Okay, let's bet a little less. One hundred thousand gold coins. Take it as a reward for the bribe you gave to Zaro last time!"
Danny didn't think that the Seven Gods could really protect the Great Sparrow, but she thought that if he got a lot of money, maybe the dwarf could move out of the Great Pyramid.
It was one thing for him to freeload here, but he also liked to go out in the middle of the night to fool around …
While they were chatting, the cultivator had already nodded to the aristocrats and commoners. Seeing that no one objected to being a witness to this martial arts competition, he put away the crystal and quickly left.
Queen Mother Cersei was also taken away by Sir Marlin and the Son of War.
Before she left, Cersei gave the Big Sparrow a smug smile, just like the day she encouraged the Big Sparrow to capture Margaery.
After that, Lansel handed Big Sparrow a spiked hammer. It had a thirty-centimeter long oak handle and a corncob shaped head.
It was very small and looked very light.
White Knight Palos handed over a two-handed sword with a golden handle to the Sworn Brothers.
The girl's palm was as wide as a palm, and it was as tall as a sparrow's neck. It was shining with a cold light, and there were many rice-sized gaps on the edge of the blade, but it was polished to an extremely sharp point, emitting an oppressive baleful aura.
It was truly a weapon of death. Hundreds of people from King's Landing who had said obscene things on the day of Cersei's parade had died under the sword.
Big Sparrow turned around, raised the hammer to the blacksmith statue, and shouted, "Fight for the Seven Gods and justice!"
There were no seats in the Holy Hall. Cersei stood under the glass window on the east side, surrounded by great nobles such as Kevon, You Lun, Randall Tarry.
Robert Strong did not speak. He just turned his huge body and respectfully saluted the Queen Mother with his sword.
As the Chief Justice of the Seven Kingdoms, Randall Tarry had part of the right to judge.
"As the Seven Gods bear witness, the trial of martial arts begins!"
Robert Strong took a step forward, held the sword in one hand, and slashed at Big Sparrow's head like a normal person chopping a wooden stake.
A white light flashed in the Holy Hall.
"Boom!"
Rubble flew everywhere, and a wine-sized hole appeared in the marble floor. Seven or eight floors around it all cracked.
"Wow!" Everyone exclaimed.
It was not only because of White Knight's strength, but also because of Big Sparrow's agility.
Not to mention the live audience, even Dragon Queen, who was watching the live broadcast, was sweating for her good church member at that moment.
White Knight did not stop. After the downward slash, he swung his sword again. His right arm was thick like a tree trunk, and the nearly 1.4 meter long blade covered an area of two and a half meters. The wind brought by the giant blade even made the candle flame in front of the statue sway in one direction.
What a Big Sparrow!
At this moment, the archbishop seemed to have really become a sparrow. He actually bent his body in the direction of the giant sword, landing on his knees and tilting his head back. The blade of the sword was a palm's width away from the tip of his nose.
Just like that, he skillfully avoided the attack by sliding to his knees.
"What, what did Big Sparrow do before?" Tyrion's eyes bulged in shock.
"He must be a warrior. He used to be a soldier!" Chora said with absolute certainty.
"Maybe he's a juggler," Danny said uncertainly.
In fact, Ursa was right.
Big Sparrow was not a juggler, but a veteran of hundreds of battles!
Big Sparrow's experience was very similar to that of Meribad's monk. He joined the army as a young boy, experienced hundreds of battles, and became a cripple. He converted to the Seven Gods, became a barefoot monk, and spent the rest of his life serving the people of the Seven Kingdoms.
In just a few words, Big Sparrow dodged White Knight's attacks seven or eight times.
He was as weak as a sparrow, but also as agile.
"Coward!" One of Cersei's henchmen shouted, "Seven Gods above, Big Sparrow, do you want the Seven Gods to see what a comical coward the archbishop is?"
"If you have the guts, then fight fair and square!" Many nobles echoed.
"Big Sparrow did it on purpose. Even if the real Robert was here, fully armed and wielding the giant sword with all his strength, he would not last long before he got tired," Ursa said hesitantly.
He was a little unsure himself because White Knight Robert did not even pant. He was like a perpetual motion machine, without any sense of fatigue.
"A normal person would at least pant after swinging the sword ten times, but his movements did not even change. Strange," Quentin of Dorne frowned.
"Sir, look at the ground," Tyrion suddenly said.
Robert was very strong. Every time he hit the floor, stones would fly everywhere and potholes would appear.
"Big Sparrow's estimation is wrong. Robert is not tired, but he is starting to sweat. The key is that he is barefoot. I don't believe that stepping on sharp stones will not affect his movements, "the dwarf sighed.
In theory, he was not wrong, but Big Sparrow also noticed his predicament and quietly changed his tactics.
White Knight approached, step by step. Big Sparrow's expression was blank. His eyes were fixed on the enemy's right shoulder, and he kept retreating while calculating the two's steps.
Robert swung his sword and attacked fiercely. He judged the direction in advance and jumped back lightly. He jumped over a pothole. He prayed in the Holy Church every day and scrubbed the marble floor countless times. He clearly remembered the position of every pothole.
Then Robert took a step forward. The back of his iron boots sank into the pothole, and his body tilted …
"Ah!" Cersei exclaimed.
"Oh no!" An experienced knight in the crowd of nobles said excitedly.
"Seven levels of hell! Is he really going to turn the tables? "Tyrion was dumbfounded.
"Tch!" Robert reacted quickly. He immediately stabbed his sword into the ground and used it as a crutch to support his body.
The fallen giant steadied himself again.
But Big Sparrow did not stop. Or rather, this was the situation he had painstakingly created.
He rushed forward like lightning, jumped up, raised his corn hammer and smashed it down on Robert's left shoulder. He even shouted, "Blacksmith's Wrath!"
Under everyone's incredulous gaze, the corn cob-shaped silver-plated hammer exploded into a watermelon-sized holy white flame.
A sacred and solemn aura spread out from the white flame.
According to the big sparrow's original plan, with the "Blacksmith's Hammer" that could break an iron shield, he should be able to cripple Robert's left arm. Then, he would turn around and swing the hammer at the back of the white knight's head.
The reason why he did not directly attack the head was that White Knight could use his empty left hand to block.
But he encountered an accident. When others saw the holy fire on the hammer, they were only shocked that the Seven Gods might be manifested. Robert Strong was an evil being. When the holy fire approached him, it was as if hot oil had been poured on him.
Even Saint Dani herself had neglected one point: the dragon flame was already the strongest anti-magic fire, and the dragon flame with the blacksmith's divine power had increased the holy and righteous "order and kindness" attribute, which would double the anti-magic effect against the evil power.
Yes, the white flame on Big Sparrow's hammer was Dragon Flame driven by the Blacksmith's Divine Power.
Dragon Flame was also a type of magic.
Evil Gods could bestow their divine spells on those who sacrificed themselves. R 'hllor could bestow believers with the ability to revive the dead and control fire. As a proper "blacksmith", Blackie could also bestow divine spells on his believers.
Robert, who had not uttered a single syllable since he was born, was like a beast in a trap. He let out a soul-shaking howl.
Then, he let go of the hilt in his right hand and hugged Big Sparrow tightly as if he was hugging his lover.
"Oh no!" Danny's expression changed. She hurriedly informed Blackie to increase the support for Big Sparrow's Divine Power. Don't deduct the 50% profit anymore.
"Ah, Big Sparrow is in trouble." Tyrion and the others also exclaimed.
"The hammer bellows, the fire burns (A prayer in the Blacksmith's Book)!"
Big Sparrow's face twisted in the face of the sudden change. He roared wildly.
"Boom!"
The holy fire on the hammer suddenly increased in size. It was like a sun falling directly on Robert's left shoulder.
"Ouch — Crack —"
Big Sparrow's body was hugged. Robert's left face was burned by the fire, and his left shoulder was hit directly by the fire hammer. Both of them screamed at the same time.
Big Sparrow's spine was broken. Robert's left shoulder was burning with holy fire. Cracks appeared on his shoulder armor, and his snow-white cloak burst into flames with a boom.
"Archbishop!" The monks and Sparrow wailed.
"Witchcraft, Big Sparrow used witchcraft. He's an evil wizard!" Cersei screamed.
"Ah, both sides are injured. That flame, what is it? Is it really the Blacksmith's Wrath? "The nobles and civilians were shocked and confused.
If they had seen the white flame for the first time, and if this was not the Great Cathedral of Baylor, they would have thought that Big Sparrow was a wizard playing with fire witchcraft like Cersei.
But more than half a month ago, the church spread the news that the archbishop had received the blessing of the Holy Mother and obtained the Blacksmith's Divine Power.
Everyone was confused. Why did the Blacksmith's Divine Power not come from the Blacksmith, but from the Holy Mother?
But they also heard the follow-up story: Big Sparrow, who never knew how to forge, suddenly became a Blacksmith Grandmaster and forged a steel sword of a higher level than the missing Blacksmith Grandmaster Butomort.
The above thoughts appeared and disappeared in an instant. The situation in the arena changed.
Big Sparrow's spine was broken, and his ribs were crushed. Blood foam was spurting out of his mouth, but his hands did not stop moving. He raised the hammer again and hit the left side of Robert's iron helmet, which was probably the temple.
"Clang!" The nut that fixed the helmet and the helmet fell off, and the bucket-like fully enclosed helmet cracked into several pieces.
A small part of Robert's long face was exposed to the eyes of Big Sparrow and the audience behind him.
"You … What are you?" Big Sparrow's pupils contracted, and he swallowed the blood foam in shock.
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