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#495 - Chapter 227 Biochemical Demon Mountain

Arya had completed her revenge and avenged her father. In the days to come, she would continue to move forward, seeking a life of her own.

Just then, a loud crash broke the silence. The wall on the first floor shattered, and a burly figure burst through, crashing heavily into the tables and chairs in the hall. Clouds of dust billowed up, obscuring the surroundings.

"Cough, cough, cough!" The figure waved his hand vigorously to fan away the dust, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Arya stared in surprise at the figure and hurried forward.

"Hey! Hound, are you alright?" she asked, reaching out to help him up.

Sandor raised his head with some difficulty, baring his bloodied teeth in a grin. "Not dead yet! What are you doing here? Did you take care of Cersei?" His voice was hoarse.

Arya nodded, a trace of relief flashing in her eyes.

"It's done. Looks like things aren't good on your end!" She examined the wounds on Sandor's body.

Sandor gasped for breath and shook his head. He struggled to his feet, "I'm fine..." Before he could finish, he suddenly staggered, his body swaying, nearly falling to the ground. He wiped the blood from his mouth and muttered to himself, "Alright! It's a bit tricky, that Gregor has become abnormal. His heart was pierced, but he's still not dead."

"Bang~ Crash!" With a splash of bricks and stones, an even taller figure squeezed through the hole in the wall. Gregor Clegane's massive body was revealed. The armor on his upper body was tattered, and his helmet was long gone. His pale purple skin and blood-red eyes made it clear that he was not normal. More shockingly, a short sword was stuck in his chest, the blade deeply embedded.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk~ Still not dead after all that! Hound, did you stab the wrong place? Maybe your brother's heart is on the other side." Arya straightened her spear, facing Gregor Clegane without fear, while teasing the Hound.

Sandor found his serrated sword in the debris and spat out a mouthful of blood. "Impossible, I've been thinking about killing this guy since I was 8 years old, there's no way I could get it wrong."

"Whoosh!" Accompanied by a muffled roar, the Mountain swung his two-handed greatsword, sweeping horizontally with thunderous force. The wind pressure from this powerful swing was as sharp as a sword aura, causing palpitations.

"Swoosh, crack!" Facing this mighty blow, the two quickly dodged. A crisp sound was heard, and a finger-deep sword mark appeared on the wall, shocking to the eye.

Arya nimbly wielded her spear, smashing it hard at the Mountain's leg. To her surprise, the giant figure didn't budge, like an indestructible fortress. Then, a dazzling sword light flashed, as fast as lightning.

Arya rolled away, narrowly avoiding the Mountain's deadly counterattack. She glanced at the bloodstains on her spear and the long wound on the Mountain's leg. The blood was dark red and there was very little of it, which was clearly not normal.

At the same time, Sandor took the opportunity to stab the Mountain in the waist with his sword, but he himself was slapped away by the Mountain's backhand. "Pfft!" Arya seized the opportunity and thrust her spear into the Mountain's back. However, by the time the Mountain turned around, Arya had already withdrawn her spear and retreated to safety.

The Mountain was enraged and roared deafeningly, like an enraged beast. He angrily grabbed half a table beside him and threw it at Arya without mercy. "Boom!" With a loud crash, the table shattered in the corner, and splinters of wood cut a gash on Arya's face.

"Hey, Gregor, I'm over here!" Sandor shouted, hoping to attract the Mountain's attention. He knew he had to find a way to divert the Mountain's attention and create an opportunity for Arya.

The Mountain heard Sandor's voice and immediately turned to find his location. When he saw Sandor, his eyes were filled with anger and hatred. He raised his greatsword and slashed at Sandor.

Sandor dodged dangerously and retaliated with his sword. But his attack seemed to have little effect on the Mountain, leaving only a few shallow sword marks on his body.

Arya took advantage of this opportunity to quietly circle behind the Mountain, pick up her spear, and prepare to stab him in the ankle. She knew that if she could trip the Mountain, it would cause him more damage.

However, the Mountain was not fooled by Arya's sneak attack. He noticed her actions and quickly raised his foot, kicking Arya. Arya was sent flying and crashed heavily into the wall, splattering blood.

Sandor was extremely anxious when he saw Arya injured. He rushed towards the Mountain, wielding his sword with all his strength, slashing fiercely at his neck. This blow cut into the muscles of the Mountain's right neck, slowing his movements, but he still didn't fall.

Just then, Arya got up from the ground. She saw a huge crack in the wall behind the Mountain and a plan suddenly came to her mind. She quickly ran to the crack and crashed into the wall, using Bajiquan—Tie Shan Kao, one of the few martial arts she knew.

With an earth-shattering roar, the solid wall collapsed instantly, and countless huge stones rained down on the Mountain, crushing him under the wall. Sandor and Arya seized this rare opportunity and launched a swift attack, their weapons flashing across the Mountain's body like lightning, leaving deep, bone-deep wounds.

"Roar! Roar, roar, roar!" The Mountain let out a deafening roar, his rage erupting like a volcano, as he suddenly stood up from the rubble, sending the bricks and stones on his body flying in all directions. He stretched out his thick arms, gripping Sandor and Arya's necks like iron pincers. The Mountain's movements were as fast as lightning, and even a nimble warrior like Arya didn't have time to react.

"Roar～ Ah!" The Mountain roared, choking the two of them and crashing through two thick brick walls with unstoppable force. Sandor resisted stubbornly, but Arya's petite body could not withstand such a powerful force, and she spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly suffering serious internal injuries.

The three crashed out of the Maiden's Inn in a fierce collision. The Mountain's injuries were equally severe, and he staggered before finally falling to the ground. Sandor and Arya in his hands were thrown out and crashed heavily to the ground. The two struggled to get up, their eyes fixed on the Mountain, ready to face the next battle.