The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1378

Robin's astounding achievement didn't just shock the spectators on the dueling platform. Even the Thirteen Guardians with Warlord level couldn't prevent a slight twitch in their eyes, so disturbed were they by the extreme violence.

Despite Robin having already killed four martial elites, this Martial Arts Tournament, which had gathered the strongest young warriors from all the Syndicates, was still full of battle-tested individuals.

And rather than feel fear, these remaining elites were fired up, their fighting spirits ignited. To face such a formidable opponent head-on would be an exhilarating test for any true warrior.

Reiss, a high-level Grandmaster from the Fifth Syndicate, was the first to step forward.

Aurelia of the Sixth Syndicate, a peak-level Grandmaster, quickly followed, stepping boldly into the center of the arena.

Not to be outdone, Bexley of the Seventh Syndicate—also a First-rank Grandmaster—leapt in front of Robin.

After a moment's hesitation, Vania of the First Syndicate slowly rose and joined them. "Count me in too."

Hacyon paused at the edge, but ultimately chose not to join them. Arthur held her wrist firmly, not wanting his sister to face Robin.

Especially since, when his life was hanging by a thread, no one else had spoken up—only Robin had stood by him.

Though Hacyon still harbored jealousy and even contempt toward Robin, the undeniable truth was that he had protected her brother, allowing him to shine on the stage of Mount Netheris.

She couldn't refuse Arthur. So she stood silently at the arena's edge, watching as events unfolded.

Robin now stood encircled by four Grandmasters.

The intent was obvious—these Syndicate elites were preparing a gauntlet, even resorting to a group assault.

Hacyon shook her head. Against such overwhelming power, let's see how you escape this time.

Arthur, sensing the doubt and disdain in her eyes, whispered, "Hacyon, Mr. Ramsey will definitely win. I can feel it, no one can beat him on this stage."

Hacyon scoffed. "What do you understand? There are still the Thirteen Guardians observing. If all the elites here can't defeat Robin, they won't adhere to their own rules; they'll attack him together and kill him. And don't forget Alessia, already at the peak of the Warlord level! He's the undefeated legend of our generation! Don't assume that just because Robin killed a few Grandmasters and a newly promoted Warlord like Frederick, he'll escape the consequences. He's made a grave error. Beyond this platform lie the Netheris Syndicate and the High Pontiff's forces."

Aurelia, standing tall, sneered. "You may choose any one of us to duel, sir."

All eyes turned to Robin and the four Syndicate elites.

Though their publicly reported cultivations were Grandmaster level, that had been six months ago.

If any of them had, like Frederick, advanced to the Warlord tier in the meantime, Robin could genuinely be in peril.

After Aurelia finished speaking, everyone watched, waiting to see whom Robin would choose.

What came next, though, felt like a slap to the face.

Robin raised his eyebrows. "You pathetic lot, fighting me one at a time? How long would that drag on? Just come at me all together."

He swept a disdainful gaze across the four of them.

These young elites, heralded as paragons of the Netheris Syndicate, praised across Netheris and admired wherever they went, had never known such scorn.

"You're unbelievably arrogant!" Bexley of the Seventh Syndicate roared.

His aura instantly surged toward First-rank Warlord.

Gasps rang out from the spectators.

So Bexley had already stepped into the Warlord realm.

After a moment's hesitation, Aurelia's aura also exploded upward.

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