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

to attempt

That would be aboard!

the strength to hit a target 1500 feet in

Shirley, who is usually

discard the broken

how we are going to lose our 50-billion doller Ele Fungical

wave of dizziness and

quickly moved to steady

gaze distant as she

crowd's laughter reached its peak, the

aside the broken bow, Robien drew a set of sharp arrows from

launched three as towards

noisy crowd fell silent, their eyes wide with disbelief at Roton's

hit the target with his bare hands? What a den"

he actually manages to

he hits the target even once. Il cravd on

the entire area was struck by and

arrows struck the

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

crowd went wild with

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

precision were astounding, leaving

result of the match was clear-Robin

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

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

look. "Of

eyes shone

arrows, and he shot with his bare hands.

crowd glared at

on, Zachary, you've lost. Just admit

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

genuine contest without a bow? How can it demonstrate archery

this, felt

family in Harmonfield, but

ashamed to be associated with

to stop him, Zachary

three arrows with his bare hands. Even though he hit the bullseye, this has