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.

he continue the competition

he going to attempt

That would be aboard!

the strength to hit a

usually composed rose

the broken bow

we are going to lose our 50-billion doller Ele

of dizziness

moved

down, her gaze distant

as the crowd's laughter reached its peak, the next moment left everyone

broken bow, Robien drew a set

launched three as towards

fell silent, their eyes wide with disbelief at

This guy's lost it. He really thinks he can hit the target with his bare hands? What

if he actually manages to hit

laugh. "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

arrows struck

a distance of almost 2.000 feet and while moving on boneback Robin buntaged so fit the target using nothing but his bare hands! Is

crowd went wild with

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

and precision were

result of the match

despairing moments ago, now

her face drenched in tears as she jumped up and down

composure, gave Amber a stern look. "Of course!

shone

shot with his bare hands. How can this be considered a win? We've won

glared at him with

on, Zachary, you've lost. Just

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

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

felt a

Hamptons had always been a respected family in Harmonfield, but Zachary's objections over a mere

to be associated with

Raymond's attempts to stop him, Zachary storfned over to the

He didn't use a bow in the competition; he shot three arrows with his bare