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.

he continue the competition

going to attempt

That would be aboard!

has the strength to hit a

who is usually composed

discard the broken bow her

going to lose our 50-billion

wave of dizziness

quickly moved

sat back down, her gaze distant as she stared

peak, the

broken bow, Robien drew a set of sharp arrows from

and confident stance, he launched three as towards the tarp

eyes

hit the target

if he

"If he hits the target even once. Il cravd on my hands

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

all three arrows struck the

moving on boneback Robin buntaged so fit the target using nothing but his

crowd went wild with

target, previously intact, shattered into pieces upon being hit by the arrows, sending debris.

force and precision were

the match was clear-Robin

been despairing moments ago, now had tears of joy

drenched in tears

regaining her composure, gave Amber a stern look. "Of

eyes shone

doesn't count! It's supposed to 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, fuming with rage, shouted hoarsely, his

crowd glared at

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

with his bare hands. He

genuine contest

listening to this, felt

Harmonfield, but Zachary's objections over

to be associated

him, Zachary

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

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