The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1380

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Alessia had reached the Wargod Realm!

In the Netheris Domain, warriors at the Wargod Realm were exceedingly rare.

Reaching this level meant even the leaders of the great empires within the domain would treat such individuals with the utmost respect.

For over a century, the few who attained the Wargod Realm were over 50 years old. But Alessia, barely in his mid-20s, was already there—a miracle indeed!

It was clear that Crownward Syndicate's High Pontiff had poured immense resources into nurturing Alessia, grooming him to become his prized protege.

The Thirteen Guardians on the judges' panel were witnessing Alessia's terrifying power for the first time, their eyes filled with complex emotions, mostly jealousy.

The High Pontiff had favored Alessia excessively, showering him with endless resources.

Meanwhile, the Netheris Syndicate had nearly exhausted its entire strength to produce young elites who barely reached the level of First-rank Warlord Realm warriors.

The High Pontiff had once declared that the syndicate of the champion in the annual martial arts tournament would enjoy the richest resources in the Netheris Domain.

Now, with most of the young talents from Netheris Syndicate ruthlessly slain by Robin, only Alessia remained.

This loss meant that Netheris Syndicate would be starved of resources for a long time, unable to grow stronger.

Every chief guardian silently cursed. No wonder Valdor remained unperturbed; Alessia had long possessed the formidable power to dominate.

Had they known this, they wouldn't have bothered attending the tournament, which only resulted in devastating losses.

After their initial grievances, all eyes turned to Robin. Despite their internal conflicts, they now faced a common enemy—Robin.

Robin had displayed incredible power, killing seven young talents in quick succession.

However, defeating someone of Alessia's Wargod caliber seemed impossible.

The watching warriors shook their heads, looking at Robin with a mix of pity and regret.

"What a waste ... "

"If he had exercised some restraint and not slaughtered seven young talents."

"Alessia might have spared him, allowing him to join the His Holiness' ranks."

"Now, he's sure to meet his end!"

Arthur, observing from a distance, felt a surge of anxiety. His vital energy had recovered, thanks to the Bloodshade Fruit acting like an energy source, rapidly restoring his strength.

He felt his martial arts skills improving and was grateful to Robin for helping him overcome his inner demons.

But looking at Alessia's imposing Wargod aura, Arthur's heart raced.

"Can Mr. Ramsey really defeat Alessia?" Arthur muttered to himself, his eyes filled with deep worry.

Hacyon sneered. "Robin does have some skill, but he's arrogant, thinking he's invincible. Martial arts have no end point; no one can claim to be the best!

"Besides, how can someone self-taught compare to Alessia, trained personally by His Holiness of the Netheris Domain?"

"What a pity ...

"If only he had humbled himself and sought forgiveness from the Thirteen Guardians, they would have appreciated his talents and given him a significant role.