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#496 - Chapter 228 A Fight Between Life and Death

The Mountain swayed his massive body and slowly stood up. Despite his unusual tolerance for pain, the severe injury to his leg inevitably affected his movement speed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Arya quickly picked up a longsword from the ground, a weapon left behind by the two dead soldiers. Without hesitation, she threw it forcefully at the Hound. At the same time, she drew a sharp short sword from her waist, assuming a fighting stance. With a leap, she did her best to stab at the Mountain's eyes.

However, at the critical moment, the Mountain managed to raise his hand at the last second and firmly grasped the sword blade. The short sword mercilessly pierced his palm, but with his immense strength, he swung the sword in his hand, sending Arya flying.

Seeing this, Sandor was anxious and rushed forward, engaging the Mountain in a thrilling close-quarters battle. Their fists collided like a storm, producing dull, heavy sounds. In this extremely fierce battle, Sandor finally found an opening in the Mountain's defenses. Without hesitation, he flew up and kicked the Mountain hard in the stomach.

Arya, not to be outdone, bravely advanced again, raising her short sword and slashing fiercely at the Mountain's ankle.

At this critical moment, the Mountain raised his foot and kicked out violently, sending Arya flying once again. However, the Mountain himself staggered a few times, as if losing his balance, and fell heavily to the side, crashing to the ground.

It turned out that Arya had taken the opportunity to stab 'Needle' into the Mountain's knee joint, preventing him from straightening his knee, which ultimately caused him to trip and fall.

Seizing this excellent opportunity, Sandor quickly reached the Mountain's side, wielding his longsword and hacking repeatedly at his leg, managing to sever his left foot and a small part of his lower leg. However, the Mountain reacted quickly, kicking Sandor in the chest and sending him flying backwards.

Arya quickly got up from the ground and rushed towards the fallen Mountain without hesitation. Gripping her short sword tightly, she stabbed it into the Mountain's right eye with all her might. However, the Mountain did not sit idly by and wait for death. Despite being severely injured, he still managed to support himself with his immense strength, swinging his right arm to knock Arya to the ground!

Arya fell heavily to the ground, the short sword still stuck in the Mountain's eye socket, the sharp blade piercing his skull and exiting from the back of his head. The Mountain covered his injured eye with one hand, while the other hand supported himself with the longsword, his mouth emitting a low roar filled with endless anger and pain.

Arya struggled to get up from the ground, her face covered in blood and dust, making her look particularly disheveled, but her eyes remained as firm as a rock. She turned her head and saw the dropped spear, picking it up without hesitation and aiming the spearhead at the Mountain once more.

At the same time, Sandor also struggled to get up, unable to find a suitable weapon for a moment. He caught sight of a shield nearby and quickly picked it up, charging towards the Mountain with the shield raised. 'Clang!' The Mountain stretched out his thick arm, holding the edge of the shield tightly, and then swung the longsword in his left hand, hacking fiercely at the shield. The notched blade embedded itself deeply into the shield, even breaking through the Hound's arm armor. However, due to the ordinary quality of the sword, it finally could not withstand such great force and shattered!

Sandor endured the severe pain and suddenly exerted force, pushing forward. The Mountain, having lost a foot, found it difficult to maintain his balance and was forced back by the Hound. At this moment, Arya seized the opportunity to thrust the spear in her hand forcefully into the Mountain's abdomen. The Mountain roared in pain, while simultaneously reaching out a hand to try to grab Arya.

Arya nimbly dodged to the side, then thrust the spear into the Mountain's back again. She shouted, 'Catch!' At the same time, she quickly unscrewed the mechanism and threw out the other half of the short spear.

Sandor reached out in time to catch the short spear and gripped it tightly, stabbing it mercilessly into the Mountain's lower abdomen without hesitation. A stream of dark red blood spurted out. He quickly pulled out the short spear and stabbed it in again with all his might. On the other side, Arya also kept stabbing the Mountain's body with the short sword, but due to her height, she mainly attacked the Mountain's lower body. In a short period of time, she had left more than a dozen bloody holes in the Mountain's waist, buttocks, and thighs.

The Mountain was annoyed by the continuous attacks, and the intense pain made him furious. Finally, he suddenly erupted. His hands flailed wildly, completely disregarding everything. Sandor was unable to dodge in time and took two punches, being sent flying backwards.

As nimble as Arya was, she was also slapped in the face with a backhand, spinning through the air. After rolling on the ground several times, she pushed herself up. She felt a burning pain on her face, spitting out a mouthful of blood and teeth, half of her face swollen. Arya said angrily, 'Ugh! Why won't this guy die?'

Not far from her, Sandor laboriously turned over, spitting out blood with a few broken teeth. He just glanced at Arya and laughed unkindly, 'It's okay, I'm much worse off than you! At least your teeth are still there.'

They still had the mood to joke because the Mountain really couldn't hold on anymore. He had more than a hundred wounds on his body, many of which would be fatal to ordinary people. Even after being deeply modified, there was a limit to the damage he could withstand.

His hips and legs had been poked into a bloody mess, revealing the white bones inside, and a short sword was lying across his head. The previous blow had exhausted all his strength, and now he was trembling all over, his head and arms twitching uncontrollably. His only remaining blood-red eye stared fixedly at Sandor, but he couldn't make any sound as his mouth opened and closed.

Then, the Mountain could no longer hold on and crashed to the ground. After falling, the Mountain continued to twitch, blood spurting from countless wounds on his body, and even black mucus flowed from his seven orifices.

As time passed, this violent twitching gradually subsided. Arya and Sandor cautiously approached the Mountain. Although he seemed to have lost the ability to move, they did not dare to relax in the slightest. After all, who could be sure if he was really dead?

When the two finally walked to the Mountain's side, they realized that his body was no longer twitching, and his breathing had completely disappeared.

'Is he dead?' Arya asked.

Sandor squatted down, reached out and grabbed the hilt of the short sword, cutting hard horizontally, and then pulled it out. He shook his head: 'He is indeed dead. We won.'