The air in the room grew heavy with Lord Commander Mormont's words.
Lynn walked out of the room.
In the courtyard, Alliser Thorne and his group of Night's Watchmen were clearly waiting.
Seeing Lynn emerge, a mocking sneer immediately appeared on Ser Thorne's sharp face.
"What?"
"Has Lord Commander already prepared a carriage to King's Landing for you, the traitor?"
The Night's Watchmen behind him burst into laughter.
The laughter was full of disdain and contempt.
Lynn ignored him.
His gaze swept over every man in black in the courtyard.
Their eyes held numbness, malice, or schadenfreude.
These men were the trash of the Seven Kingdoms.
The dregs discarded by mainstream society.
For most of them, a sense of honor was a ridiculous concept.
They only believed in the most primitive law.
Power.
"Ser Thorne."
Lynn looked directly into Thorne's eyes, without a hint of fear.
"You seem to dislike me very much."
The smile on Thorne's face froze, but he did not deny it.
"Of course."
Lynn nodded.
Then he unfastened his cloak, tossing it casually to Toren behind him.
After that, he drew the long sword from his waist.
It was a standard Northern-style long sword.
The blade reflected a cold gleam under the pale daylight.
"Then let's follow the Night's Watch rules."
Lynn pointed the tip of his sword at the ground.
"One-on-one."
"Whoever is unconvinced, step forward."
"I will beat all of you until you shut your mouths."
The entire courtyard fell into instant silence.
Maester Aemon Targaryen heard the commotion and tremblingly pushed open the door.
He did not stop Lynn's actions.
He was blind; he merely listened quietly.
Everyone else was stunned.
They hadn't expected this deserter, in their eyes, to be so arrogant.
Alliser Thorne's face turned ashen.
These words were tantamount to a harsh slap in the face in front of everyone.
"Arrogant!"
Thorne squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.
He turned to the crowd behind him and roared.
"Who will teach this ignorant fellow what rules are!"
The crowd stirred.
A burly man with a scarred face, dressed in black, walked out with a sneer.
He picked up a heavy two-handed greatsword from the weapon rack.
"Boy, I'm going to smash your pretty boy face into this frozen ground."
He dragged the greatsword, walking step by step towards Lynn.
Each step left a deep footprint.
Jon's heart immediately leaped to his throat.
Arya nervously gripped the Needle at her waist.
Lynn stood still, unmoving.
He simply watched the burly man walking towards him.
Watched the ferocious smile on his face.
Watched the bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes.
The burly man let out a roar, raising his greatsword high, and brought it down with all his might.
The wind howled.
The momentum seemed as if it would cleave Lynn, man and ground, in half.
Lynn moved.
Just as the greatsword was about to fall.
His body, at an angle difficult for an ordinary person to imagine, tilted slightly.
The greatsword grazed his clothes and crashed heavily to the ground.
"Boom!"
Ice and dirt splattered.
The burly man, due to overexertion, experienced a brief moment of stiffness.
It was this instant.
The long sword in Lynn's hand moved.
A cold light flashed.
So fast that its trajectory was unclear.
Arya showed an excited expression.
This was Lynn's Light Sword!
She had learned it!
"Clang!"
A crisp sound of metal clashing.
The burly man felt a numbness in his wrist and a sharp pain in his tiger's mouth.
The heavy greatsword flew out of his hands, soaring into the air.
Finally, with a "thud," it plunged into a snowdrift in the distance.
The burly man was stunned.
He looked down at his empty hands, his face full of disbelief.
The next second.
The hilt of Lynn's sword had already slammed heavily into his chin.
"Crack."
A clear sound of bone breaking.
The burly man's body flew backward like a broken sack, crashing heavily to the ground, instantly falling unconscious.
The entire process took less than three breaths.
Fast.
Too fast.
In the courtyard, a pin drop could be heard.
Everyone's faces were frozen in expressions of shock.
Alliser Thorne's pupils suddenly constricted.
He knew Lynn's capabilities very well.
After all, he was the drillmaster.
When Lynn first joined the Night's Watch, he was responsible for personally teaching the Night's Watch standard sword techniques.
How long had he been gone, and this kid was already using the unpredictable Light Sword.
For them, the Night's Watchmen who were accustomed to heavy swords, it was simply too restrictive.
The mockery and disdain on the faces of the Night's Watchmen behind Ser Thorne had long vanished.
Replaced by a look mixed with astonishment and apprehension.
Lynn sheathed his long sword.
His breathing was not at all disturbed.
As if he had just done a trivial little thing.
His cold gaze swept over the men in black once more.
"Next."
...Night fell.
A cold wind howled over Castle Black.
In Lynn's room, the fireplace burned brightly.
Toren was carefully wiping Lynn's long sword with a clean linen cloth.
The blade already had a dozen tiny nicks.
This afternoon.
Lynn, alone, with one sword, stood in the center of the courtyard.
He defeated a total of ten challengers.
From the initial ease and grace.
By the end, Lynn himself was wounded.
But he never fell.
Whoever dared to come, he would cut them with his sword.
At first, Lynn still had some method, but as time went on, it purely turned into frenzied hacking.
The Night's Watchmen went from shouting to silence.
Thorne had secretly hinted to other Night's Watchmen to deliver a fatal blow when Lynn was at his weakest.
Unfortunately, Maester Aemon timely stopped this unfair contest.
He demanded that the contest be resumed only after Lynn's injuries had fully recovered.
The first day's contest thus ended.
"My Lord."
Toren respectfully handed the cleaned long sword back to Lynn.
"You should rest early."
"My brothers and I will guard inside the door."
Lynn nodded, taking the long sword.
He knew that Alliser Thorne would not let this go.
Having lost so much face during the day, that sharp man would surely seek revenge in the shadows.
Lynn didn't care.
Lynn applied medicine to himself while reviewing the day's gains.
Although he hadn't killed anyone, he couldn't gain experience points.
But the high-intensity actual combat deepened his understanding of swordsmanship.
Especially when dealing with opponents using heavy weapons, how to use speed and skill to overcome strength with lightness.
[Light Sword (Proficient) 64/100]
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