The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1381

Sitting in the judges' panel, the Thirteen Guardians were utterly stupefied. Each of their eyes reflected sheer disbelief.

For over a century, there were only a few warriors in the Netheris Domain who achieved the Wargod Realm—Alessia among them. His cultivation had long surpassed anyone in the Dark Syndicate.

Alessia stood as the pinnacle among the young elites of the present age. Even if the Thirteen Guardians joined forces, none could claim they would defeat him within ten moves.

Yet Robin, merely exerting a fraction of his strength, had sent Alessia flying dozens of yards away with a casual blow.

Those around the arena couldn't believe their eyes. Robin's attack was too simple, too casual, and far too disdainful.

To address someone in the Wargod Realm, such as Alessia, with such a nonchalant gesture, was unheard of.

What was more astonishing was that this dismissive move had disabled Alessia's right arm.

If Robin had intended to kill Alessia with that first move, it would have been as easy as lifting a finger.

This could only mean one thing—Robin intended to crush all of Alessia's pride beneath his feet.

Standing nearby, Vania looked toward Alessia, her body trembling with fear and shock.

She instinctively turned to Robin, who remained indifferent, as if swatting away dust. His attitude was filled with disdain and revulsion.

How strong was this mysterious man? Even against someone in the Wargod Realm like Alessia, he remained unfazed.

Hacyon, on the other hand, was seething with indignation. After a moment of shock, she muttered to herself, "This is impossible! Alessia must have been careless.

"Or maybe Robin, that cunning scoundrel, used some underhanded trick?"

Arthur spoke softly, "Hacyon, you're just imagining things. If Mr. Ramsey wasn't that powerful, how could he have killed seven young talents in such a short time?

"This shows he's much stronger than Alessia. In my view, Alessia has a superficial reputation, enjoying the top resources of Netheris but lacking real combat prowess."

"Shut up!" Hacyon's eyes blazed with anger. "I don't believe it! I believe Alessia can turn the tide!"

Arthur glanced at Hacyon, "How can he turn the tide with a broken right arm?

"Hacyon, your imagination is too wild."

"Wait, look, Alessia is recovering!"

Hacyon saw Alessia taking out a Bloodshade Fruit and rapidly consuming it. She almost cried out in excitement as his shattered right arm began to heal quickly.

Hacyon's exclamation drew the attention of many. Arthur was displeased. "Hacyon, what are you doing?"

Hacyon coldly retorted, "You don't understand anything! Alessia represents the honor of our Crownward Syndicate! How can he be defeated by a rogue warrior with no title?"

Arthur murmured, "When has Crownward Syndicate ever given you any resources? I don't understand why you idolize them so much. Did you forget how they've oppressed us Seaborns?"

"Shut your mouth!" Hacyon snapped. "All my cultivation came from Crownward Syndicate! I believe Alessia will defeat that unknown scoundrel!"

Arthur shook Hacyon's hand off. "I'm confident Mr. Ramsey will defeat Alessia!"

After consuming three Bloodshade Fruits, Alessia's wounds completely healed.

Everyone watched with envy. Only Alessia could enjoy such a heaven-defying fruit. This was the distinction between royalty and ordinary warriors.

With the same physique but lacking such energy resources, even if one trained to the apex, they would only be slightly better than the average cultivator and never reach the pinnacle of martial arts.

As Alessia consumed the three Bloodshade Fruits, his body underwent rapid changes. His already sharp eyes became like two razor-sharp daggers.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Alessia stepped toward Robin slowly.

"You think you can defeat me with brute force alone?

"I am the tenth prince of Crownward Syndicate, a noble with ample resources.

Phantom Netherstep!

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