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#306 - Chapter 40: Arya in Action (Part 3)

Meryn Trant did not give up after falling; he quickly got up from the ground, quietly drawing the dagger from his waist, ready to attack again. He gripped the sharp blade and thrust it towards Arya.

Arya, however, was not afraid. She tightly clamped Meryn Trant's arm between her legs and twisted with all her might. Meryn Trant immediately felt a sharp pain, and the dagger in his hand nearly slipped.

Due to the unbearable pain, Meryn Trant's grip weakened, and Arya seized the opportunity to snatch the dagger, swiftly plunging it into Meryn Trant's cheek with astonishing speed.

Arya gripped the dagger tightly, stirring it fiercely in Meryn Trant's face. Meryn Trant struggled in agony, trying to break free from Arya's hold. Finally, he mustered all his strength to throw Arya off.

Arya was thrown several feet away, but she quickly stood up, her eyes revealing determination and coldness. Meryn Trant fell to the ground, covering his injured mouth with his hands, blood constantly gushing from between his fingers. He vomited fragments of his mangled tongue, staring at Arya in terror.

At this moment, Meryn Trant's eyes were filled with despair and fear. He frantically reached around, hoping to find something he could use as a weapon to protect himself.

Arya slowly stood up, her eyes firm and cold. She held the dagger tightly in her hand, as if it were a part of her life. Her movements were fluid and graceful, her hands dancing the blade in the air, flashing with a cold light.

"Do you remember me?" Arya's voice was as cold as frost, filled with endless hatred. "I am Arya Stark, you were the one who came to the Tower of the Hand to capture me! You not only killed my dancing teacher, loyal steward Poole, and kind Septa Mordane... they were all my family!"

Before the words had faded, Arya charged towards her enemy like an enraged beast. Seeing this, Meryn Trant hurriedly waved the chair in his hand, trying to stop her, but Arya dodged sideways with astonishing speed. With a loud crash, the wooden chair slammed heavily on the ground, instantly shattering into pieces.

Immediately afterward, Arya used the reaction force from kicking off a pillar to change her direction of attack, quickly waving the short sword in her hands, crisscrossing it across Meryn Trant's right leg. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, revealing a hideous wound that went deep to the bone.

The injured Meryn Trant struggled to drag his crippled leg, attempting to pick up the longsword placed aside to defend himself. However, Arya gave him no chance to breathe, mercilessly attacking again, stabbing several fatal holes in his body in quick succession. As Meryn Trant painfully reached for the longsword, Arya swiftly thrust the dagger into the back of his hand, preventing him from moving.

Meryn Trant was in excruciating pain, his body trembling non-stop. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Arya's other dagger flashed like lightning, stabbing several times in his shoulder socket, thigh, and lower back. Each stab was precise, penetrating deep into the bone. He was now completely unable to fight back, his mouth was horribly torn, and his tongue was broken into several pieces, making it impossible to call out, let alone summon his companions for help.

A cold smile appeared on Arya's lips, and she said coldly, "Do you know? You are the first on my kill list. Meeting you here today is a gift from the gods."

"Bang, bang, bang!" A violent pounding on the door echoed in her ears, accompanied by anxious shouts, "Ser Meryn, what's going on?" Arya's heart trembled, never expecting the Lannister guards to be so alert.

She secretly regretted that she had originally planned to make Meryn Trant suffer more, but now she had to act sooner. She glared at the man in front of her and said fiercely, "Consider yourself lucky to suffer less." Before the words had faded, the sharp dagger in her hand plunged into his only remaining intact eye.

"Ah!" Meryn Trant let out a heart-wrenching scream that echoed throughout the room, but it quickly stopped abruptly. Arya swiftly cut his throat, ending his painful struggle.

"Bang!" With a deafening crash, the door was kicked open, and broken wood splinters flew everywhere. Three burly Lannister guards rushed into the room like tigers, their eyes instantly locking onto Meryn Trant lying in the pool of blood, and the petite figure with her back to them.

One of the guards reached out without hesitation, trying to grab Arya's shoulder. However, just as his hand was about to touch Arya, "Swish!" A dazzling white light suddenly flashed. Arya quickly drew Meryn Trant's longsword, launching a counterattack with astonishing speed and skill. She turned sharply, swinging a fierce upward-slashing sword. The sword light flashed, and the guard didn't even have time to scream before being cut in half at the waist, scarlet blood gushing out like a fountain, splattering all over the ground.

The other two guards were stunned and had not yet recovered when Arya acted again. She threw the longsword in her hand with force, shattering the window glass like lightning. Then, she nimbly burst through the broken window and jumped out.

Seeing this, one of the Lannister guards hurriedly leaned out to look, but unexpectedly, a sharp dagger came like a ghost, accurately hitting his eye socket. The guard twitched painfully a few times, then fell to the ground and died. Taking advantage of this gap, Arya successfully fled the scene, her figure quickly blending into the dark night, as if she had never appeared.

Arya dragged her heavy and staggering steps slowly back to the House of Black and White, secretly regretting it in her heart. She had been too confident before, and had stubbornly endured Meryn Trant's cruel beating. This madman had no pity, and his attacks were merciless. If it had been an ordinary girl, her bones would have been broken long ago. Although her body was exhausted and scarred, the excitement in her heart could not be concealed. After all, this was not the first time she had killed someone, but it was the first time she had achieved true revenge.

Arya tiptoed into the Hall of Faces, carefully placing the girl's face back on the stone sculpture. Her fingertips gently stroked that face, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a satisfied smile. At this moment, she was in a happy mood, as if her whole body was full of endless power. She knew that her journey of revenge had just begun, and Meryn Trant was just the starting point. There were countless strong enemies waiting for her to deal with in the future, and each disguise meant experiencing a new life, a wonderful feeling that intoxicated her.