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#319 - Chapter 53: The North Has Not Forgotten (I)

Arya's eyes gleamed with determination and resolution, as if burning with an unquenchable fire of anger. She bit her lip and said in an icy voice, "I have no interest in money or status. The only thing I want is to take your sinful life!" With that, she unhesitatingly raised the crossbow again, the bolt aimed directly at Tywin's heart.

Tywin's face instantly became extremely unpleasant, as gloomy as if it could drip water. He never expected that this seemingly weak girl would be so intent on taking his life. Just then, Tywin shouted loudly, "Wait!" There was a hint of confusion and helplessness in his tone. "If you are determined to kill me, can you at least let me know why?"

Arya's eyes were cold as she stared intently at Tywin, answering word by word, "You really should know why. My name is Arya Stark, and Eddard Stark was my father. He once warned me that we must never be soft on our enemies. And you, Tywin Lannister, are my enemy. As for hatred! The North Remembers! Now, die!"

Before she could finish speaking, Arya quickly released the crossbow's trigger. In an instant, a sharp bolt shot out like lightning, cutting through the air with a sharp, piercing whistle, flying straight towards Tywin.

However, at this thrilling moment, Tywin suddenly sidestepped with astonishing speed and raised his arm to protect his head and face. The bolt instantly pierced his left arm, and the intense pain almost made him faint. But unexpectedly, Tywin not only did not retreat but, enduring the pain, charged towards Arya like a cannonball.

Arya was shocked and quickly dodged backward, but Tywin was extremely fast, and he reached out to grab Arya. But Arya's reaction speed was extraordinary. She quickly and powerfully swung the crossbow in her hand, smashing it towards Tywin like a fierce iron hammer.

A crisp "crack!" sounded, and the crossbow instantly shattered into pieces, scattering everywhere. Tywin, heavily struck, staggered backward, tumbling awkwardly and knocking over a nearby dining table. A wound opened on his forehead, and blood flowed down his cheeks, but he did not stop moving. Instead, he quickly wiped away the blood with the back of his hand.

At this moment, Tywin secretly rejoiced that he had at least completed part of his plan. He grabbed the heraldic shield hanging on the wall, symbolizing his family's honor, and held it tightly in front of him, trying to resist any further attacks Arya might launch.

However, the clever Arya had already seen through Tywin's intentions. She lightly tiptoed, hooked a fallen single-handed sword with her foot, and easily lifted it. In an instant, the longsword was unsheathed, radiating a cold light, its tip pointing diagonally at Tywin, exuding a chilling aura. At the same time, the once majestic golden crossbow was now a pile of broken parts, lying quietly on the ground.

Tywin's eyes were full of vigilance and solemnity as he stared intently at Arya. In fact, his attention was more focused on the various weapons hanging on the wall: boar spears, poleaxes… Unfortunately, these weapons did not seem very suitable for the current situation.

Back then, Tywin had also been a powerful warrior, but as time passed, even the most powerful creature could not escape its ravages. As the body gradually aged, all attributes would decline significantly, even dragons were no exception. Even so, it was already remarkable that he could still lead troops into battle at the age of sixty-eight!

He had an arrow wound on his left arm and another on his thigh, and scarlet blood was slowly flowing from the wounds, as if to take away what little strength he had left. He gritted his teeth, used the shield in his hand to protect his body, and then, with tenacious perseverance, dragged his heavy steps, moving little by little towards the door.

Arya gripped the longsword in her hand, her eyes as sharp as an eagle's, staring intently at Tywin's every move. She knew very well that although Tywin was already seriously injured, his danger had not diminished by half. In terms of physical fitness alone, she was probably still slightly inferior to him.

Tywin tried his best to move forward slowly, each step seeming to require enormous effort. Finally, he reached the door and reached out to grab the doorknob.

However, just then, Arya, who had been waiting for the opportunity, suddenly rushed forward like a gust of wind, raising her longsword and slashing down hard on Tywin's arm.

Quick as lightning, Tywin keenly sensed Arya's action. At the critical moment, he desperately twisted his body and swung his shield to slap at Arya. With a loud "bang," the shield slammed heavily against the door panel.

Immediately afterward, Arya quickly changed her move, twisting her wrist and sweeping the longsword horizontally, aiming straight for Tywin's neck. Faced with this sudden attack, Tywin quickly raised his shield to try to block this fierce attack. However, due to the injury to his left hand, his movements were slow, and the shield failed to completely block the blade. Sparks flew as the longsword slid across the shield, cutting a bloody gash in Tywin's abdomen.

Tywin staggered back a few steps, his body swaying as he fell backward. The sword had done more damage than he imagined, and his eyes widened as he spat out a mouthful of blood. He made a final effort: "Arya, I took you in at Harrenhal, I treated you well, you can't do this to me. Besides, it was Joffrey who killed your father, and he's already dead."

Arya said disdainfully, "Everyone knows that Joffrey was your grandson. It was because of your support that he could persecute us so recklessly. Your son Jaime crippled my father, your daughter killed the king and ordered the Stark family's followers to be slaughtered. I was forced to wander because of her, and your men attacked the Night's Watch and locked me in a cage like livestock." After saying that, she thrust her sword, piercing Tywin's chest.

At the moment the sword pierced him, Tywin forcibly twisted his body to avoid a vital spot, and the tip of the sword pierced through his left shoulder blade. Tywin desperately gripped the sword, not caring that his palms were cut and bleeding, and kicked Arya hard in the chest. Then he staggered up, gritted his teeth, pulled the longsword from his body, and stared ahead, sword and shield intertwined.

Arya didn't expect Tywin's fierce counterattack and was caught off guard, kicked four or five meters away. She did a backflip, stepped on the wall, and landed lightly back on the ground. She reached out and stroked her chest; even through a layer of armor, it still hurt. The old lion had dominated the Seven Kingdoms for many years, and even if he was seriously injured, he should not be underestimated. She had become a little complacent; it was better to end the battle quickly. There were other targets to deal with, and she couldn't waste any more time.