Historically, the highest number of deaths in a group martial arts competition over the past few centuries was a total of twenty-one people.
However, that was an exception.
Because two teams engaged in a duel during a group competition.
That team duel was seven against seven.
In the ancient ways, duels were always fought between seven opponents.
The number seven represents the belief in seven gods!
If a person is to fight another to the death, and there are not seven friends willing to fight for him, then that person's life is a failure, and it is displeasing to the seven gods.
Because of the Seven Gods belief, the duels on the ancient path would invite seven people to fight for you. If you include fighting yourself, you would need six friends who would be willing to give their lives for you.
Such a duel was extremely brutal.
Theoretically speaking, the losing side will lose seven people.
In reality, even the victorious side suffers several deaths.
Those who survived the duel were almost always crippled.
Such ancient duels were extremely damaging to the nobles and even the entire country.
When a conflict arises between a royal family or another noble family and is resolved through a duel, the strongest warrior of that royal family or the most skilled knight of that noble family will face death or maiming.
This represents a tremendous loss of talent for a country.
It was precisely because of that duel between two great nobles in that group competition that the fourteen greatest and bravest warriors in the country were drawn into a life-or-death battle.
What saddened the entire nation was that all the absolute heroes and famous generals of these fourteen countries died in that great competition, including two twin brothers and a pair of comrades-in-arms.
They accepted invitations from opposing sides and were forced to fight for their honor and their promises. When one side was wiped out, only two victors remained. Unable to bear the immense pressure of having killed their comrades and brothers, these two chose to commit suicide.
After that tournament, all the great warriors and outstanding generals recognized by that generation on the continent of Westeros died in the tournament arena.
The entire kingdom grieved, countless hearts that loved them were broken, and it also led to the suicides of the suitors and followers of these warriors and generals, as well as some of the generals' lovers.
The great tragedy led the king to order the abolition of the ancient rule of seven-on-seven duels, and from now on, duels would only be allowed to be fought by the individual involved.
This is the origin of the current rules for duels in Westeros: one-on-one duels.
In a one-on-one situation, in most cases, only one person will die. The surviving victor is rarely seriously injured, because no one attacks him from behind.
After that tournament between the great nobles, there were no group tournaments held on the continent of Westeros for a hundred years.
Killing people in group combat was explicitly forbidden by the king from that day onwards, and eventually became a common custom from the official to the common people.
History may be heavy, but time can help people forget the sorrow and erase those tragic traces.
A century later, the martial arts competition has revived, and group competitions are still being held with great enthusiasm.
In group combat, for various reasons, someone is killed almost every time.
No matter what the historical record is, it is always meant to be broken!
This includes the history of the number of people who died in group combat competitions.
This new history was created by The Mountain and his team, who killed more people than the previous deadliest in history: twenty-one.
Many years have passed, but the brutality and bloodshed of this group martial arts tournament still echo in the air above the battlefield of history, painting a tragic red mark on the sky of history.
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The Mountain's black iron spiked hammer arced upwards, skimming the ground, while at the same time, several spears flashed out from the gaps in the shield formation and stabbed towards the Mountain.
Two round shields were snatched from beside the Mountain: Sweetmouth Ralph on the left and Dunsen on the right.
The round shield pushed forward with all its might, crashing violently into several long spears.
Ta-da!
A trail of sparks and shocking scratches.
At the same time—the hammer slashed, and a dark figure appeared like the Grim Reaper!
boom!
A loud bang.
A huge oak shield shattered, and a person screamed as he was thrown into the air like a puppet.
The shield formation collapsed with a roar, and the dozen or so people who had been pushing it from behind fell to the ground.
The formation of the row of spearmen interspersed among the shields was immediately thrown into chaos.
The black iron hammer slammed down and swept across the ground, making a series of thuds as the spikes pierced the bodies, like puncturing balloons. Several people who had fallen to the ground were swept away by the powerful iron hammer, the spikes piercing their chests and abdomens, the sound of air leaking out of their chests making people's teeth ache and their stomachs churn.
boom!
The shield bearer's body, which had been thrown into the air, landed outside the circle, head down and feet up. The cracking sound of bones breaking sent a shiver down one's spine. His neck was broken, his head and back pressed together, his eyes wide open, his face filled with horror.
Sansa covered her eyes, and Sister Mordan, the noblewomen, and the ladies of the court screamed.
The man stared at them, his eyes wide open in death, his appearance terrifying and eerie.
*Crack! Bang! Boom!*
Before the shock of the dead man had subsided, several more corpses fell from the sky. Some armor was shattered like mud, some armor was almost split in two by the spikes of the black iron hammer, and some helmets fell off, leaving a bloody skull.
With a single, sweeping strike of the Demon Mountain's long-handled giant hammer, most of the dozen or so people lying on the ground were sent flying. They were like kites without strings, or cardboard dolls, shattered by the hammer's blow and sent flying far away, covered in blood.
The officials in charge, King Robert, Hand of the King Eddard, Lord Renly, Loras Tyrell, Barristan, and Jaime Lannister all paled, their eyes wide with shock.
Several rescue spears thrust at the Demon Mountain from the front and both sides.
Sweet-talker and Executioner slid forward and used their shields to block the Mountain's sides once again.
Ta-da!
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The spear pierced several holes in the shield, sending sparks flying.
Using spears to break through the Mountain's plate armor was the best tactic. These desperados resolutely implemented this tactic. Once the Mountain was hit by two spears, the gushing blood would quickly take away his divine power and bravery.
The Mountain roared, "Go help Julie!" He glanced around and saw Julie being chased and slashed by several knights. These knights were just like they were dealing with Zeli, targeting the weak and killing one at a time.
Bighead Chiswick, in order to protect Julie, had been knocked to the ground. He used his shield very well, spinning his sword and shield on the ground, already slashing the calves of several people, making his opponents afraid to get close and kill him.
Julie's movements were far more agile than Zeli's, and her attacks were ten times more decisive and ruthless. Although one was lying on the ground and the other was standing, they were still able to protect themselves from being hit, but they were already in grave danger.
Lofo and Polliver, who were defending behind the Mountain, were able to hold on. The two of them held the back tightly, and the opponents did not dare to get too close. They were just keeping them from going to rescue Big Head and Julie.
If they could just delay for a little while, Big Head and Julie would be injured and fall. Four of the Mountain's eight gauntlets would be gone.
Those who dare to fight against Demon Mountain are true veterans, tested by blood and fire. They possess all the qualities: experience, skill, ambition, and ruthlessness.
After the Mountain broke through the shield formation, he glanced at them and saw that their second plan was to get rid of Julie and Big Head. He immediately ordered Sweet Talker and Executioner to withdraw and help Julie and Big Head.
Sweet-talking Ralph and the Executioner immediately lunged to the left, leaving The Mountain to defend himself against both the front and his left and right flanks.
The spearmen were overjoyed; with the Mountain no longer protected by his shield, it was the perfect moment to wound him.
With a whoosh, nine gunmen appeared from the front, left, and right sides, brandishing their spears and thrusting them at the Demon Mountain like the quills of a hedgehog.
Jenny, Bernie, and the Hound all shouted at the same time, "Watch out!"
In three aspects, nine guns pierce Demon Mountain, and no matter how Demon Mountain responds, he will inevitably be shot.
The Duke of Renly, Loras Tyrell, Marbrand, Royce, Lynn, Baron, and other nobles were overjoyed, while the Kingsguard, the capital's garrison, and countless civilians cheered loudly!
No matter how you look at it, the Mountain would have been stabbed several times.
Hand of the Lord Eddard wanted the Mountain dead, because he was the Lannister's hound. But deep down, Eddard was always uneasy.
"This is not honorable!" Eddard finally couldn't hold back and said to King Robert.
Robert watched with great interest, eager to see the Mountain pierced by a spear, then fall to his knees and be knocked down. He didn't hear Ed's mutterings at all.
With a roar, Demon Mountain flung his black iron hammer like a cannonball. Everyone was shocked and horrified. The three gunmen in front retreated hastily, but it was too late. The black iron hammer smashed through the three spears thrusting at him from the front, and with a bang, it struck the gunman in the center, causing his chest and armor to cave in. His back suddenly bulged outward, like a terrifying hunchback. As if by magic, an invisible rope pulled him backward violently, and his corpse flew high into the air.
The other two gunmen's spears fell to the ground, blood streaming from the webs of their hands, their wrists wracked with pain, their bones broken and tendons brittle. The force of the hammer striking the spears had severely bruised their wrists and shoulder blades, causing them excruciating pain. The two men turned tail and fled, running for their lives out of the battle zone.
boom!
The black iron hammer fell, the ground trembled, and even the wooden floor of the stands shook slightly.
The nobles watching felt a tremor beneath their feet, and everyone was terrified!
After throwing the Demon Mountain Hammer, it injured two people and killed one. Without stopping for a moment, it grabbed several spears that were thrusting from the left and right, tucked them under its armpits, and gently pulled them. The people were caught off guard and fell forward, all falling to the ground.
Demon Mountain laughed loudly, then combined the six spears together and threw them one by one, pinning the six spearmen who were scrambling to their feet and running away in a panic to the ground.
Six screams of agony made one's cheeks ache and teeth ache, and even caused children to cry at night. Some spears pierced through people and pinned them to the ground, the spears and corpses connected, supporting the bodies so they did not fall. The dead were filled with horror, blood spurting from their mouths and noses. This scene was too horrifying. Sansa and Sister Mordan, noblewomen and ladies, and women among the crowd all closed their eyes, unable to bear to look any longer.
The cheers that erupted when the Nine Spears attacked Demon Mountain suddenly ceased, and everyone's mouths gaped open, like fish dying of thirst.
In the blink of an eye, the Demon Mountain Iron Hammer flew, injuring two people and killing seven, its momentum unstoppable!