The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1397

Koslia's golden staff was empowered with immense force, weighing as much as a thousand tons.

A single strike could shatter a huge mountain.

If this blow landed directly on Robin's body, the outcome would be obvious.

Everyone watching from Soulforge Mountain held their breath as they were convinced that Robin could not escape.

It seemed certain that he would face death or at least grave injury.

But just as everyone concluded Robin's defeat was inevitable, white mist suddenly erupted at the mountain's peak and enveloped Robin completely.

This was the essence of dragon blood emerging from within Robin.

The mist shimmered brilliantly and appeared soft yet possessing unyielding strength.

With a thunderous crash, Koslia's golden staff smashed down on the white mist.

Yet, within the mist, Robin remained completely unharmed.

Koslia, on the other hand, was shaken to the core. Her entire body shook.

"Tsk!"

She gasped as she stared at the mysterious mist once again.

Unable to discern its secret, she swung her staff nine more times. She used all her strength with each blow, but still could not break through the seemingly fragile mist.

"My turn, old woman!"

Robin coldly pointed his dagger at Koslia, slicing through the mist and striking at her staff with each blow.

Each attack was more terrifying than the last, forcing Koslia to retreat step by step until she was backed up to the edge of the cliff.

"I told you, Mr. Ramsey is unbeatable! Haha, look, Mr. Ramsey is about to win!" Arthur's tightly furrowed brow relaxed as he cheered and waved excitedly.

Hacyon's eyes were filled with unwillingness.

However, the truth was right before her.

"How can he be so strong? Archmage Koslia is a legend in Netheris and the very peak of power. Robin is so young! How could he possibly compare?"

Vania let out a long sigh. "A peerless killer from the world of Earthend; his reputation is well deserved."

"Earthend? What place is that? Isn't it said to value civilization over force? How could such a master come from there?" Hacyon was baffled. She was still hoping Koslia could turn the tide.

As the battle on the peak became increasingly one-sided, Hacyon and all the followers of the Ninth Syndicate looked to Talmud.

If Robin defeated Archmage Koslia, Talmud and the entire Ninth Syndicate might be wiped out.

The hope in Talmud's eyes turned to grave concern.

If Koslia lost this fight, no one could stop the Lord Drakebane's slaughter.

Now, the most important thing was to immediately request aid from the High Pontiff.

This disaster was brought on by Caym, so he should face the consequences.

Talmud never imagined that his own fleeting desire for Rita's beauty would bring such catastrophe.

The battle at the peak continued.

Both were Empyrean Sanctar, and each had countless techniques.

They exchanged blows for over 30 rounds.

Everyone could see that Robin had several chances to kill Koslia with a single strike, but he held back each time.

Robin withdrew his external energy and met Koslia's staff head-on with his fist.

Bang!

With a resounding bang, Koslia's arms went numb, nearly breaking, and she staggered several steps before regaining her balance.

"Answer me. Where is the Young Lord Dragon now?" Robin demanded coldly.

"Or else, I'll crush you with a single punch, and slaughter every martial artist in Netheris, including your Pontiff Talmud!"

"Heh! This concerns the fate of Netheris. I won't tell you!" Koslia sneered, and her staff instantly split into 18 streams of vital energy, attacking Robin from every angle.

Each of these 18 streams of energy contained all of Koslia's lifelong cultivation.

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