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 without

attempt

That would be aboard!

strength to hit a target

Shirley, who is usually composed rose from

the broken bow her bean

are going to lose our 50-billion doller Ele

a wave of dizziness and nearly

quickly moved to

down, her gaze distant as she stared at

its peak, the next moment left everyone in

broken bow, Robien drew a set of sharp arrows from a scabbard on his

a bold and confident stance, he launched three as towards the tarp mumed almos000

crowd fell silent, their eyes wide

it. He really thinks he can hit the target with his bare hands? What a den"

if he actually

he hits the target even once.

area was

all three arrows struck the

2.000 feet and while moving on boneback Robin buntaged so fit the target using nothing but his

crowd went wild

upon being hit by the arrows, sending debris. across

force and precision were astounding, leaving

the match

been despairing moments ago, now had tears of joy sparkling

drenched in tears

gave Amber a stern look. "Of course! I never doubted

shone

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

at

on, Zachary, you've lost. Just admit

2,000 feet away with his bare hands. He didn't even

the competition rule! How can it be a genuine contest without a bow? How can it demonstrate

felt a deep sense of

Harmonfield, but Zachary's objections over a mere 300-million

ashamed to be

him, Zachary storfned over to the

he shot three arrows with his bare hands. Even though