The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1322

"Do you really think you're unbeatable, Divine Drakebane?" An elder fighter from the Moffetts said sharply, slamming his hand down on the table.

"For generations, our martial arts family has stayed separate from normal society. It's not because we can't handle the outside world, but because we look down on its technology and tools!

"You claim to be this 'Divine Drakebane,' but you're just using some ridiculous technology and tricks.

"If you dropped all your devices and relied only on your body's strength, would you even dare enter the Ancient Martial Realm?"

The one speaking was Salman Moffett, the younger brother of the head of the Moffetts, Jupiter Moffett. He is a high-tier warrior of the Moffetts, ranked among the top ten super martial arts masters of the martial arts families.

As his voice echoed through the meeting hall, all the elders and warriors in the hall relaxed, as though a heavy burden had lifted.

"Elder Salman is right!"

"If Divine Drakebane had relied solely on his physical strength, he wouldn't dare face us in the Ancient Martial Realm!"

Robin Ramsey walked forward slowly, eyes fixed on Salman and the prideful group of martial arts masters.

"So, are you trying to pick a fight with me?"

The entire hall went still.

Salman could feel Robin's intense and chilling energy. It was so overwhelming, he felt like a mountain was crushing down on him.

Bang!

Robin grabbed Salman by the collar and threw him into the center of the hall. "I'll fight you with nothing but my strength! Come on!"

Salman hit the ground hard and stared in fear at the young man standing before him—the feared Divine Drakebane, barely in his twenties, yet terrifying beyond reason.

In just one moment, this top ten super martial arts master had already sensed that his opponent's power was far beyond his own.

"Get up!" Robin said coldly, pointing right at him. "Show me everything you've got. Face me with your full strength!"

Salman rose slowly, his confidence already nearly gone.

With no turning back, he prepared to give it his all.

He gathered all his lifelong cultivation into one last attack.

With a loud noise, he punched Robin in the chest.

Crack!

The impact sent Salman flying back 20 feet. His wrist was broken, and his fist was crushed.

It felt like he had punched solid stone.

"You ... you're cheating!" he shouted, pointing at Robin. "You must be wearing armor or something!"

Before Salman could even finish his sentence, Robin calmly removed his shirt, showing off his strong and sharply defined muscles.

Everyone in the meeting hall froze, amazed at how perfect his body looked—like it had been sculpted by machines with exact measurements.

"Did you get a good look?" Robin said as he walked slowly toward Salman. "This punch will prove whether you're really worthy of being called a super martial arts master!"

Boom! A thunderous crash echoed through the hall.

Before Salman could defend himself, Robin's fist slammed into his chest.

Even though Salman was tall and heavily built—about 6 feet tall and nearly 300 pounds—he was launched backward like a rag doll. He smashed into the thick wall behind him. His skull cracked open, and his body was torn apart on impact.

The entire meeting hall went completely still.

Only the faint glow of the sunset spilling through the windows and a red mist hanging in the air moved at all. Everything else felt frozen in time.

Salman was dead.

Robin quietly pulled out a wet tissue and cleaned the blood from his hand. Then he stepped toward Bowen.

Before Bowen could say anything, Robin slapped him across the hall, sending him flying in front of Jupiter.

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