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 the

to attempt shooting

That would be aboard!

a target 1500 feet

Shirley, who is usually composed rose

the broken bow her

this how we are going to lose our 50-billion

wave of

moved to

back down, her gaze distant as she stared at the

as the crowd's laughter reached its peak, the next

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

launched three as towards the tarp mumed

silent, their eyes wide with disbelief at

guy's lost it. He really thinks he can hit

if he actually manages to

target even once.

area was struck by and

three arrows struck the

a distance of almost 2.000 feet and while moving on boneback Robin buntaged so fit the target using

crowd went

into pieces upon being hit by the arrows,

were astounding, leaving everyone in

match was clear-Robin had

despairing moments ago, now

Amber exclaimed, her face drenched in tears as she jumped

a stern look. "Of course! I never doubted Robin. He never

eyes shone

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,

crowd glared at him

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

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

is the competition rule! How can it be a genuine contest without

this, felt a deep sense

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

felt ashamed to be associated

stop him, Zachary storfned over

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