The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1373

From a distance, Hacyon watched in unbearable tension.

Even from about 150 feet away, she could feel the fury behind Jaxon's palm strike.

At this rate, her younger brother Arthur would surely die.

Yet, in this situation, there was nothing she could do.

Arthur's legs trembled slightly—this was his first time facing such an overwhelmingly powerful opponent.

The sheer pressure was suffocating.

Robin had told him earlier, "Are kings and nobles born different?" I am a man of honor. How can I ever settle for mediocrity?

Such words were the passion of a warrior!

But passion alone could not change reality.

When faced with life and death, even a 12-year-old boy couldn't help but feel a flicker of fear.

"There are no undefeatable opponents in this world.

"Only unbeatable inner demons!"

"If you refuse to give in to fear, then nothing in this world can frighten you.

"But if you cower, even a mere insect can destroy you!"

Robin's calm yet resolute voice echoed across the vast arena.

Hacyon clenched her fists, wishing she could cut down the man who had incited her brother into such madness!

Yet, Arthur, hearing Robin's words, felt as if he had been injected with adrenaline. His entire body surged with newfound energy.

Widening his stance, he clenched his fists and faced Jaxon's devastating palm strike head-on.

Instead of dodging, he threw a punch straight toward Jaxon's palm.

Bang!

Everyone expected Arthur to be reduced to a bloody mist.

But as the dust settled, the boy was still standing—though he had been forced back over 50 feet.

With a splutter, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Arthur's body trembled violently, yet he stubbornly raised his fists again, refusing to yield.

Jaxon froze in disbelief.

He never imagined that, even after using his full strength, he couldn't crush a 12-year-old boy who hadn't even reached the level of a Master.

"Impossible!

"This can't be real!

"He must have cheated!"

Jaxon furiously roared from the center of the arena.

After a brief silence, mocking laughter broke out.

"Jaxon, have you no shame? You, a Peak Grandmaster, failed to kill a 12-year-old boy who isn't even a Grandmaster, and now you're crying foul? Why don't you go find a wall to bash your head against?"

Vania of the First Syndicate was the first to stand, pointing at him in disdain. "Jaxon, if you can't accept defeat, then kneel and admit defeat!"

"Who says I can't accept defeat? I—I just held back earlier!" Jaxon's face flushed red as he pointed at Arthur. "Brat, come at me again!"

The arena erupted in another wave of laughter.

Frederick of the Second Syndicate doubled over, clutching his stomach. "Jaxon, you're killing me!

"You're struggling against a 12-year-old?

"Are you for real?"

Cecily of the Fourth Syndicate sighed. "Jaxon, you're making a fool of yourself. Just end this farce already!

"Are you trying to put on a show? One strike should've been enough to crush him!

"Why waste everyone's time with this nonsense?"

The Thirteen Warlords at the front wore complex expressions.

They had clearly seen that Jaxon had used his full strength in that strike.

But they still couldn't comprehend.

How had Arthur, a mere Peak Warrior, withstood a blow from Jaxon, who was a Peak Grandmaster?

Almost simultaneously, all thirteen Warlord-level Chief Guardians turned their gaze toward Robin.

This unfamiliar face made their eyes glint with cold suspicion.

They knew—Arthur's miracle had to be connected to this stranger.

Arthur swayed dizzily for a moment before finally steadying himself.

Then, with a sudden burst of exhilaration, he leaped into the air, pumping his fists.

"I really blocked a Peak Grandmaster's strike!"

Laughter and cheers erupted across the arena.

Jaxon's rising momentum instantly deflated at Arthur's triumphant cry.

This is just my inner demon playing tricks on me.

A mere Peak Warrior—a nobody—should be crushed in one strike.

Why am I hesitating before a 12-year-old?

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