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.

could he continue

attempt shooting

That would be aboard!

strength to hit a target 1500 feet in her

is usually composed

Robin discard the broken

are going to lose our 50-billion

felt a wave of dizziness and nearly

quickly moved

back down, her gaze distant as she stared

laughter reached its peak,

a set of sharp arrows from a scabbard on

bold and confident stance, he launched three as towards the

crowd fell silent, their eyes wide with disbelief

thinks he can hit the target

"What if he actually manages to hit

"If he hits the target even once. Il cravd

finish his derisive comment, the entire area was struck by and simce broken only by a collective

three arrows struck the

distance of almost 2.000 feet and while moving on boneback Robin buntaged so fit

went wild with

previously intact, shattered into pieces upon being hit by the arrows,

were astounding,

of the match

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

we won! We won!" Amber exclaimed, her face drenched

Amber a stern look. "Of course!

eyes shone with

be with a bow and arrows, and he shot with his bare hands. How can this be considered a win? We've won this match!" Zachary,

crowd glared at him

sneered, "Come on, Zachary, you've lost. Just admit

the target from 2,000 feet away with

genuine contest without a bow?

listening to this, felt a deep sense of

always been a respected family in Harmonfield, but Zachary's objections

to be associated

him, Zachary storfned over

this! He didn't use a bow in the competition; he shot three arrows with his bare hands. Even though