novelraw Chapter 20 "Lightning" Becomes Famous
Chapter 20 "Lightning" Becomes Famous
Seeing Jon fall to the ground, Tiberius picked up the iron-clad oar that he had initially stuck in the sand.
Tiberius then circled behind Jon to make sure Jon couldn't reach his feet.
Then Tiberius raised the iron-clad oar high in his hand.
"Bang!"
Tiberius slammed down hard.
The prolonged battle had exhausted Tiberius, who knew that if he continued to fight Jon with his spear, he would only be able to wear him down.
However, Tiberius did not desire a draw through attrition, but rather the prestige gained through violence.
Knowledge, intelligence, strategy... these are Tiberius's assets, but they are not enough!
Because within the mercenary group, there is only one trait that is correct!
That's bloody force!
then……
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Five times in a row, Tiberius raised his iron-clad oar high and slammed it down on Jon's barrel helmet.
Jon Snow felt his head buzzing when he was hit.
Ultimately, the iron-clad oar is a blunt instrument, only shaped like an oar.
Jon Snow's barrel helmet did protect his head from being smashed to a pulp by Tiberius, but the impact of the iron-clad oars was not reduced in the slightest by the helmet.
As Tiberius pounded on Jon Snow, his head throbbed, the impact of the steel clashing relentlessly tormenting him inside the barrel helmet.
Moreover, Tiberius allocated his last bit of "lightning" to these five strikes.
The result was that the Second Sons watched as Tiberius brutally beat Jon Snow with his oar, while Jon lay on the sand, twitching with each blow. It was like a fisherman slapping a giant sea fish with his oar!
"Damn, this kid is ruthless!" Vito watched with glee as Jon was being brutally beaten by Tiberius while "street dancing" in the sand.
"How did he do that, Boss Jules?" Vito asked curiously.
"Yes, how did he do that?" Jules looked at Tiberius with considerable concern.
As a half-wizard, Jules was well aware of the price of those advanced spells: the witches of Asher needed to mate with demons; the shadowbinders were destined to fall into the shadows; and those fire sorcerers blessed by the Lord of Light, Rahlo, were destined to be servants of the gods.
"Tiberius, where did you learn witchcraft?" Jules was somewhat worried, fearing that his nephew had learned something he shouldn't have.
Finally, when Tiberius struck his final blow, the iron oar snapped off from the handle.
However, Jon Snow was already dazed from being hammered and shocked by the electric shocks.
Seeing their leader about to die at the hands of a mere brat, Jon Snow's trusted men couldn't sit still; some of them placed their hands on their sword hilts, glaring menacingly at Tiberius.
Tippi glanced at it out of the corner of his eye, but inwardly sneered.
So, Tiberius temporarily spared Jon, who was lying on the ground barely breathing. He suddenly turned to Jules and asked him a question.
"Uncle, a trial by combat is a duel recognized by the gods, right? The gods witnessed us, so the victor is naturally righteous and flawless."
“Yes, the trial by combat is a ceremony witnessed by the gods. Whoever wins proves that the gods consider him righteous and deserving to live!” Jules said, drawing his twin swords and staring intently at the members of the Second Sons' group. “Those who break their oaths will also be rejected by the gods!”
As Jules drew his sword, Vito raised his crossbow and aimed it at the enemy. Meanwhile, the White Legion knights behind Jules also drew their swords, battle axes, and warhammers.
"We naturally recognize trial by combat!" Seeing the White Legion members draw their swords, while their leader was being beaten into a street dance on the sand by a mere brat, they quickly expressed their support for tradition.
After all, the trial by combat was indeed watched by the gods. Even though these mercenaries were incredibly audacious, they still adhered to these basic traditions.
After all, if this got out, their Second Sons group would be permanently banned from the mercenary business. Employers in Essos might hire mercenaries who broke contracts, but they wouldn't dare hire mercenaries who violated tradition or divine oaths.
"You guys..." Jon, still dazed, took off his barrel helmet and tried to say something.
His own confidants... have truly wasted his efforts in cultivating them!
But Tiberius did not give him a chance.
"Jon Starr. When you report to the Underworld and the Strangers, remember that it was Tiberius Mord who killed you today. You are the second person he has killed." Tiberius dropped the broken iron-clad oar, raised his spear, and plunged it into Jon's throat!
Jon gripped Tiberius's spear shaft tightly, but could only feel warm blood flowing into his chest and neck.
Jon tried to pull the barrel out, but as he did, Tiberius twisted it around and spun it with the tip, tearing at his flesh repeatedly.
The intense pain, the suffocating feeling of lack of oxygen, and the humiliation of dying on top of a little devil were all intertwined...
Tiberius's hands were covered in sticky fluid, and sweat dripped from his hair, some of it getting into his eyes and stinging him.
But he dared not relax for a moment. He stared intently at the rise and fall of Jon's chest, feeling the resistance coming from the gun barrel, and Jon's wide-open eyes.
Even at the very last moment, Jon Snow believed he could turn the tables and kill Tiberius.
Finally, after about three or four minutes, Tiberius saw that Jon's eyelids were no longer moving, he was staring blankly at the sky, and his chest was no longer rising or falling. Tiberius also felt that there was no longer any resistance at the gun barrel.
However, Tiberius did not let his guard down. Jules and the others saw Tiberius raise the half of the iron-clad oar and then strike with all his might!
With this, Tiberius used all his strength and, in a cunning move, slammed the relatively sharp side of the oar into Jon's temple.
"Tsk..." Vito shoved the toe of his boot into the sand, where a little white brain matter and cerebrospinal fluid were on it.
"His brains are splattered out. Couldn't the brat have used a little less force?" Vito complained, but in his heart he was full of admiration for Tiberius.
Jon Starr, the second-in-command of the Second Sons, was actually killed by Tiberius! And it wasn't a sneak attack, it wasn't a chaotic battle, it was a real, head-on confrontation!
By the Seven Gods! It seems that Tiberius, that brat, did more than just that while he was unconscious!
"Gentlemen!" Jules brandished his longsword, his voice filled with threat. "Now, the gods have witnessed who is right! So, please go back! As for your 'contributions'..." Jules emphasized the word "contributions."
"I will naturally report your hard work to Lord Lisandro. You will receive the reward you desire. I am Jules the 'Keeper of His Word,' and you know I always keep my promises!"
So, after whispering among themselves for a while, these members of the second sons' group came to a conclusion:
Since Jon is dead and we can't get the bounty, why don't we leave?
After all, Jules' promise to give them some compensation was quite generous.
To Tiberius's surprise, none of the members of the Second Sons' group doubted Jules's credibility when he spoke, even though they had just been preparing to draw their swords and fight.
[Is this the reputation of a "trustworthy person"? No wonder my uncle values this title so much!] Tiberius thought to himself. [If you ask me, this title is more valuable than ten thousand gold coins!]
"Well then, Commander Jules, we'll meet on the battlefield of Valantis." A new leader emerged from the crowd, bowed respectfully to Jules, and said, "We believe in the promise of the 'Keepers of Faith.' We'll wait for our gold coins, and when we return, we'll explain to the commander, after all, we witnessed the judgment of the gods..."
After the Second Sons left, Vito slowly put down the crossbow in his hand, and then suddenly picked up Tiberius.
Tiberius tried to break free from Vito's grasp, but could only cry out in despair.
"Damn it, Tiberius, you really killed that Jon Snow! By the Seven Gods, you have to tell me the truth, were you hiding this from us?!" Vito said, spittle flying onto Tiberius's face.