The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1372

Robin's words sent a wave of laughter rippling through the arena.

Jaxon's face flushed crimson with rage.

He jabbed a furious finger at Robin and roared, "You want death? I'll grant it to you right now!"

A sudden whirlwind kicked up as over a dozen massive exotic beasts descended from the sky, shaking the massive Mount Netheris arena to its foundations.

As the dust settled, a procession of Warlords and warriors landed one after another.

The grand arena atop Mount Netheris now glittered with star-like brilliance.

The dozen or so Warlord-level figures were none other than the High Priests of the Netheris Syndicate and the chief guardians under the High Pontiff himself.

They were the judges of the annual Mount Netheris Martial Arts Tournament.

Jaxon immediately reined in his aura, but it was too late to retreat.

The Thirteen Guardians frowned slightly at the sight of Jaxon standing defiantly in the center of the arena.

Valdor Carrington, the foremost among them, coldly snapped, "The tournament hasn't begun yet. Why are you standing in the middle of the stage? Do you mean to challenge us?"

The surrounding warriors stifled snickers, their heads bowed.

Frederick of the Second Syndicate, never one to miss a chance to stir trouble, rose and announced, "Jaxon wishes to challenge Arthur, the younger brother of Hacyon."

Valdor, the High Pontiff's chief guardian, swept his gaze across the arena. "And who is this Hacyon?"

Frederick bowed slightly. "Master Carrington, she is a First-rank Master of the Ninth Syndicate.

"That boy there is her brother, Arthur."

Jaxon nearly jumped out of his skin in fury. "Frederick, you damn liar! When did I ever say I'd challenge some snot-nosed brat?

"I'm challenging him!"

He whirled around, pointing—

The arena fell dead silent.

Then, it erupted in laughter.

Because the direction Jaxon was pointing held only one person—the 12-year-old Arthur.

Valdor snorted. "Ridiculous!"

Hacyon trembled in terror, hastily pulling her brother aside and hissing, "What nonsense are you causing? Get down from here!

"If you anger the chief guardians, I won't be able to protect you!"

Arthur stubbornly lifted his chin. "He said if he couldn't defeat me in three moves, he'd grovel in the dirt like a beaten dog!

"And now this so-called 'Peak Grandmaster' goes back on his word? Pathetic!"

His voice, clear and unshaken, echoed across the silent arena at the peak of Mount Netheris.

Even Hacyon, who had always seen him as just a child, felt her blood surge with pride.

Was this really the same Arthur she knew—the boy she thought naive and carefree?

She studied her brother's small but rigid figure.

Though his frame was still slight, the words he spoke were the very cry she had buried in her own heart—one she had never dared voice aloud.

But cruel reality quickly doused her fervor.

"Arthur, stop this madness! Come back!"

Arthur remained rooted in place, unyielding. "A true man's word is his bond—unlike Jaxon, who spits out lies like a coward!"

Then he took a step forward and pointed. "Jaxon! Do you dare face me for three moves?"

Jaxon was so flabbergasted he nearly fainted.

Did I really say that?

Why would I challenge some unranked 12-year-old?!

"Ouch!" Jaxon clutched his head as he was on the verge of losing his mind.

Valdor's expression darkened as he turned to Arthur. "You truly dare to accept three moves from Jaxon?

"Let me warn you—in this arena, battles honor no background, age, or rank. Once an agreement is made, life and death are left to fate!"

Arthur met his gaze squarely. "I accept, Master Carrington.

"And if Jaxon lacks the courage to face me? Well, that's his shame to bear."

"You little—! Who says I lack courage?!" Jaxon, now backed into a corner, snarled.

"Fine! Three moves it is! Let's see if you can even stand after one!"

The other chief guardians exchanged glances, shaking their heads in silent disdain.

Though they said nothing, they thought to themselves, Jaxon ... you're a Peak Grandmaster, nearly 20 years his senior, yet you brag about needing three moves?

Why don't you just go drown yourself in shame?

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