Chapter 152 The Walking Demon Mountain

"No need to be too agile" was Cole's answer to him that day.

He really didn't need to be too agile, just because of his terrifying strength that could lift thirty or forty stone statues.

Oberyn also tried it later. The strength of a thousand pounds was beyond the reach of mortals.

Tyrion's heart almost jumped out of his throat, and he saw the ugly giant sword slashing down fiercely with a terrifying whistle.

It was over, he didn't dodge. The little devil had witnessed the giant sword of the Mountain split a man in two with his own eyes. The power of the iron mountain was as strong as his body. Under his three-meter-tall body, Cole, who was about 1.8 meters tall, looked small.

Dang~

It was a violent metal collision sound, and the sparks from the friction even splashed about five inches.

There was a cry of surprise from the crowd. It was not the collision of swords and armor, but the collision of swords.

Tyrion was shocked to find that Cole's two swords were crossed to form a cross block, firmly resisting the trajectory of the giant sword of the Mountain.

Blocked! He actually blocked the Mountain's heavy blow.

And not only did he block it, he roared, and the two swords jumped up angrily and pushed forward. The Mountain was caught off guard and was forced to retreat three steps.

Then there was the sound of the long sword and armor colliding. The two swords danced between his arms, and the Mountain's chest armor, arm armor, and waist were pierced by swords.

Incredible, he was actually suppressing the Mountain.

Tyrion turned his eyes to Cersei, and saw her beautiful face frowning, and he couldn't help feeling a little happy in his heart.

The Mountain blocked the front of him with the seven-pointed oak shield, and then the armor and shield blocked several attacks.

The armor was too heavy, and the two hand swords could only rub a few marks. The Mountain suddenly changed his pace and rushed towards Cole with the shield. The heavy steps hit the ground, and the iron boots clanged.

The giant sword slashed in the air and swung at Cole's head.

He dodged sideways, but he didn't know that the Mountain was feinting, and the oak shield pressed down on Cole's body.

Tyrion saw him being knocked to the ground, and heard the Mountain shouting, "Die, bastard!"

Then he saw the Mountain's greatsword fall again.

This time it was more dangerous, and the little demon's eyes followed the greatsword closely.

Not hitting, Cole rolled to the right and stood up.

The Mountain's greatsword missed, but his shield came back.

"Damn it, it's you. Inhuman fool." Cole jumped back and dodged, then stood up again, he slammed into the iron mountain with his back, and the long sword in his left hand stabbed the Mountain's neck guard.

Kill him, kill him. Tyrion shouted in his heart, the sword must be able to pierce his throat.

The Mountain seemed to have sensed the danger, and he watched the sword stab up.

With a roar, the Mountain suddenly closed his arms.

Cole suddenly squatted down, and the long sword in his hand was pulled back from his throat. He dodged the Mountain's terrifying embrace like a flexible loach. He even took the opportunity to use the long sword in his right hand to chop the Mountain's knee joint fiercely.

The Mountain staggered back.

Prince Dorne stood up from his chair and shouted, "Well done, kill him."

Perhaps some people only thought that it was the bloodthirsty Red Viper cheering for the wonderful duel, but Tyrion knew that it was Prince Dorne cheering for the enemy's retreat and injury.

Tyrion was also happy to see that the Mountain was injured. He might jump up and cheer if he killed the stupid bull.

Cole took advantage of the opportunity of his retreat and followed closely. The two swords in his hands turned into white shadows, so fast that it was almost impossible to catch with the naked eye.

The little devil knew that it was his unique skill. His sword was fast and fierce.

All the attacks hit the target without missing a single one, forcing the Mountain to retreat step by step.

Head, lower body, left arm, right shoulder, Cole's attacks were everywhere, and the Mountain could only hold up his shield to block these fatal moves.

His head was hit several times, and this iron mountain seemed to be shaky. Although the long sword did not cut off his head, the fierce beating should have made him feel uncomfortable at all.

The Mountain passively defended for a long time. Every time Tyrion felt that he was going to fall, the monster was still unusually stable.

The little devil thought that the armor was too thick.

Cole suddenly stopped attacking and jumped away.

No one could see the sweat and panting on his armor.

The rapid attack was extremely physically demanding. Just as he could take the Mountain's attack, the Mountain could also take Cole's huge attack. What's more, the armor was terribly thick. The two people's power contest was undecided for a while.

Seeing the opportunity, the Mountain rushed forward again with heavy steps, like a rushing buffalo.

He raised his greatsword high, but once again swung in vain.

Cole was much more agile than Gregor Clegane. At least until now, the Mountain had not hit him with his sword, and the Mountain's own armor was already full of sword marks. If he had not been wearing the heaviest armor in the Seven Kingdoms, he would have been dead.

With a low curse, the Mountain swung his greatsword horizontally. Compared with slashing, this attack method obviously has a much wider range. The Mountain's arm plus the two-handed greatsword has a radius of almost seven feet, but it still did not hit Cole.

Seeing that his movements were not slow at all, Tyrion was sure that Cole had not yet exhausted his strength.

The Mountain swung and slashed angrily, and thought that Cole would lose his edge temporarily, but all that came into his ears was the sound of metal clashing again and again.

The clanging sound of collisions roared in the ears of the spectators.

The two swords intertwined and circled in Cole's hands, and he swung his swords with his hands, blocking and attacking at the same time, exchanging blows, and quickly changing, slashing diagonally and horizontally, and the shield symbolizing the seven-pointed star was worn and chopped into pieces.

Tyrion saw that the Mountain's movements slowed down. He was tired.

Sure enough, Cole seized an opportunity when he was slow, and cut his elbow with a sword. Blood gushed out and dyed half of the arm armor red.

He howled in pain, and then roared and roared. The Mountain's voice was as big as his body, like a ferocious beast howling.

His injured hand was the shield hand, so he simply threw the broken oak shield over, hitting Cole unprepared, and the shield hit Cole's chest head-on.

The Mountain held the sword with both hands regardless of the pain, and the huge sword stood up.

His roar was deafening, but the sword did not fall down for a long time.

Then there was a tragic cry.

Tyrion watched as two long swords pierced into his armpits. Cole pulled hard, and with a sound of chainmail breaking, his arms broke at the shoulder blades, blood gushed out, and the giant sword fell from the air.

The wailing continued, Cole kicked him, and the Mountain collapsed.

Blood flowed out, and the walking Mountain lost.

Cole held the bloody swords and walked slowly forward. He stood beside the Mountain and whispered, "You got it too easy."

With a snort, the double blades pierced into the crack of the Mountain's neck.