The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 13

At this moment. Shirley, sitting in the spectator area, maintained a calm facade, her eyes locked onto Robin, who remained composed in the center of the field.

Her intuition told her that Robin was not one to make hasty decisions.

If he had dared to stake the Dunns 50 billion dollars, he must be certain of his abilities!

Just as he had amazed everyone with his dart-throwing skills earlier, Shirley believed Robin was poised to deliver an even more impressive performance and thoroughly outshine Zachary and Alice. Robin had no interest in engaging in verbal exchanges. He mounted his horse, casually picked up a bow, and set off at a brisk pace.

In a flash, the mood on the field shifted dramatically!

Robin rode his chestnut warhorse with an air of authority, as if his arrow were slicing through the clouds- sharp, brilliant, and striking! This guy actually seems to have some skills!

Alice's eyes widened in surprise.

Robin's energy and intensity on horseback were strikingly different from Zachary's.

Zachary's performance had felt over-the-top, tinged with pretentiousness and a showy flair.

In contrast, Robin's style was raw and intense, filled with a passionate energy that resonated powerfully.

"This guy seems... pretty impressive! His aura is so full of rugged charm!" Vera said, linking arms with Alice, her eyes gleaming.

Alice shot her a disapproving glance. "Look at you, all starry-eyed! Just because someone's physically strong doesn't mean they're worth your admiration.

"A man with brawn but no brains or finesse is just a brute!"

Hmph!

Alice thought to herself, casting a sideways glance at Robin as he raced across the field, Taim to become a queen like Daphne!

Why would I be interested in a man with such a low intellect

Meanwhile, Robin had arrived at the shooting range and was preparing to draw his bow.

However, as he pulled back the string, the bow snapped in half with a loud crack.

The crowd, initially impressed by his commanding entrance, now watched in stunned silence as the bow shattered.

Laughter began to ripple through the audience.

continue the competition

going to attempt shooting with his bare

That would be aboard!

a target

Shirley, who is usually composed rose from

the broken

to lose our 50-billion doller Ele Fungical

of dizziness and nearly

moved to

down, her gaze

crowd's laughter reached its peak, the next moment

drew a set of sharp arrows from

he launched three as

fell silent, their eyes

lost it. He really thinks he can hit the

laughed. "What if he actually

he hits the target even once. Il cravd on

could finish his derisive comment, the entire area was struck by and simce

arrows struck the

buntaged so fit the target

crowd went wild with

being hit by the arrows,

precision were astounding, leaving everyone

the match was

had been despairing moments ago, now had tears of joy sparkling

won! We won!" Amber exclaimed, her face drenched in tears as she jumped up and

a stern look. "Of course! I never doubted

shone with

and he shot with his bare hands. How can this be considered a

glared at him with

"Come on, Zachary, you've

hit the target from 2,000 feet away with his bare hands. He didn't even need

can it be a genuine contest

this, felt a

but Zachary's objections over

felt ashamed to be

stop him, Zachary storfned

didn't use a bow in the competition; he shot three arrows with his bare hands. Even though he hit the bullseye, this has never