Liu Qian didn't even look at him, sat leisurely on the throne, picked up a cup of pear brandy and took a sip.
"Jorah" on the side shouted at Jaime: "Lannister, shut your mouth, or I will make you lie on the ground and beg for mercy." "
He took a step, moving as fast as a ghost, and with a "give", the Valyrian steel sword with dark water ripples on his waist was already unsheathed, and the cold tip of the sword pointed straight at Jaime's throat.
Jaime's pupils shrank slightly by the lightning-fast drawing of the sword, and then he recognized "Jora" and sneered: "Jorah, I almost forgot that you, the bereaved dog of the northern border, have changed the court, and I still remember our competition in Lannister Harbor a few years ago.
You won me, this time dare to have a man's duel with me with a sword. "
"Jola" turned to look at Liu Qian, and Liu Qian nodded towards "Jorah".
Jaime also drew a longsword made of steel and decorated richly to confront "Jorah" in the palace.
The two of them opened their posture in the center of the palace, and the cold murderous aura instantly spread.
At this time, the onion knight Davos beside Stannis frowned and lowered his voice: "My lord, are we going to stop Sir Jaime?" "
Stannis was expressionless, his thin lips slightly opened, and his voice was as cold as iron: "Since he asked for a duel, King Telosi also sent his agent to ride the soil, let them fight." "
Sir Davos nodded.
Duke Edward also looked at Stannis, and seeing that Stannis did not stop him, he didn't say anything more.
The duel between the two was above board, and there was nothing to stop them.
Moreover, he did not have a good relationship with Jaime Lannister, and he was happy to see Lannister make a fool of himself.
And at this moment, "Jorah" was already rushing towards Jaime.
No temptations, no bells and whistles.
His whole person was like a crossbow arrow off the string, wrapped in a fierce and unmatched momentum, instantly crossing the distance between the two.
So fast!
Jaime only felt that there was a flower in front of him, and a fierce wind had come to his face.
He had a big alarm bell in his heart, and hastily changed his one-handed sword to a two-handed clenched sword and blocked with a horizontal sword.
"Bell one by one!!
A loud bang exploded in the palace, and sparks splashed everywhere.
Jaime only felt a huge force coming from the blade of the sword, as if he had been hit head-on by a battering ram.
His arms shook violently, the tiger's mouth instantly cracked, blood oozed out, and he took three steps back in a row with a staring glare under his feet before barely stabilizing his figure.
Jaime's handsome face instantly faded and turned pale.
He looked at "Chora" in horror.
The other party turned out to be just holding a sword in one hand!
That's impossible!
Jaime roared in his heart.
A few years ago in Lannister Harbour, Chora's power had never been so terrifying.
He never believed that a person could change so much in a few years.
However, "Jorah" didn't give Jaime a chance to breathe at all, and the Valyrian steel sword slashed like a storm with a scream that tore through the air.
Each sword is powerful and heavy, and the angle is tricky.
Jaime gritted his teeth and tried his best to block and dodge.
Every time the weapons intersect, it was accompanied by the harsh sound of metal scraping and the uncontrollable trembling of Jaime's arms.
His gorgeous white porcelain armor was only lightly brushed by the blade of the Valyrian steel sword, leaving a shocking deep scratch, and the enamel shattered, revealing the metal underneath.
Jaime's forehead was sweaty, and his breathing became heavy and rapid.
He could clearly feel the rapid passage of his physical strength, and every block made his arms sore and numb.
And "Jorah" still held a sword in one hand, and even carried the other hand behind him casually, with a steady pace and continuous sword moves, as if he was conducting a relaxed teaching exercise.
What made Jaime even more desperate was that the valuable steel longsword in his hand was as fragile as rotten wood in front of Valyrian steel.
With each collision, a deep gap was added to the sword's body, and the blade collapsed and curled, letting out a moan of pain.
"Bell!" It was another hard shake without any fancy.
Jaime tried his best, his legs trembling violently from the huge impact, he could hardly stand still, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
At the moment when his strength was about to be exhausted, "Jora's" wrist sank suddenly, and his strength suddenly exploded.
"That's one!"
Jaime let out a painful muffled grunt, could no longer support it, his knees went weak, and he fell to his knees with a "pop".
At the same time, the long sword in his hand, which was already scarred, let out an overwhelmed scream and broke off.
Before the broken blade hit the ground, "Chora's" Valyrian steel sword had already been slashed down like a shadow.
The cold blade easily tore through the gorgeous enamel armor on Jaime's shoulder, deeply embedded in the flesh and blood.
"Ah one by one!!"
The shrill screams instantly tore apart the silence of the palace.
The blood gushed out like a spring, instantly staining his snow-white cloak and half of his shoulder armor.
If "Jora" hadn't regained most of his strength at the last moment, this sword would have been enough to cut him into two pieces.
"Jorah" snorted coldly, his wrist shook, and the bloody blade was pulled out from Jaime's shoulder.
Immediately afterwards, he lifted his feet in hard leather boots and held them mercilessly on Jaime's chest.
"Expand!"
Jaime was like a stone, carried backwards by a huge force, and fell heavily on the hard stone ten feet away, rolling a few times before stopping, and the dust stained his proud robe.
The severe pain and extreme humiliation made his eyes darken, and he struggled to get up, his green eyes burned with crazy anger, he grabbed the broken sword on the ground, roared and rushed towards "Jorah" again.
He was greeted by a faster, heavier kick.
"Poof!" Jaime was flown hard again, this time directly hitting the stone pillar of the palace, snorting, curled up on the ground, blood overflowing from his mouth, and could no longer get up, only gasping in pain and moaning uncontrollably.
The entire Seven Kingdoms Mission was silent, and everyone was stunned by the crushing scene in front of them.
When Jaime Lannister was fifteen years old, he was knighted by Sir Arthur Dane, the "Dawn Excalibur", for the extermination of the Brotherhood of the Imperial Forest. In the Seven Kingdoms, there should not be many people who can single-handedly defeat Jaime.
Even Jorah Mormont was extremely strong, and she only drew with Jaime in the Port Lannister Tournament.
Even if Jorah can beat Jaime, it shouldn't be so easy to win.
But everyone looked at the current scene, and Jorah was simply crushed against Jaime.
Duke Ed, in particular, looked even colder.
When he learned from the noble captives of the Seven Kingdoms that Jorah wanted to replace the Starks and become the guardian of the Northern Border, he hated Chora.
"Jorah" carried the bleeding Valyrian steel sword and walked slowly to Jaime, who was curled up on the ground, and the cold tip of the sword almost touched the tip of his nose.
His voice was unabashedly contemptuous: "Do you still want to come? No matter how many games I play, you will not be my opponent, I can cut you down with just one hand.
These words pierced Jaime's last remaining pride.
Holding back the sharp pain from the wound on his shoulder, Jaime struggled to raise his head, his face was mixed with dust, sweat and blood, and his green pupils were filled with endless humiliation and resentment.
He stared at "Jorah's" eyes, as if he wanted to swallow the other party alive.
The pride that belonged to the lion made him cling to the hilt of the broken sword, his knuckles pinched white, and he seemed to want to struggle.
"Enough!"
Stannis' cold voice broke the deadlock: "Sir James, you are not his opponent, admit defeat in time, otherwise I can only return to King's Landing with your head." "
The tip of "Jorah" raised her sword slightly and pointed at Jaime: "I also have to apologize for offending our king, if you don't do it, you will not escape death today." "
Jaime's body trembled violently, and the extreme humiliation almost made him breathe.
He looked at "Jorah" unwillingly, then at the broken sword in his hand, thinking that Cersei, who was far away in King's Landing, was still waiting for him to go back.
Jaime's eyes gradually calmed down, and he said in an almost gritted tone, "I admit defeat, and also, Your Majesty the King of Telosi, I apologize to you, I shouldn't have offended you." "
After Jaime finished speaking, Stannis called a servant from the West to take Jaime to treat the wound.