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

going to attempt

That would be aboard!

a target 1500

usually

broken

how we are going to lose our 50-billion doller

a wave of dizziness and nearly

moved to

her gaze distant

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

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

and confident stance, he launched three as towards the tarp

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

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

"What if he actually

hits the target even once. Il cravd

entire area was struck by and simce broken only by

three arrows

almost 2.000 feet and while moving on boneback Robin buntaged so fit

crowd went wild

pieces upon being hit by the arrows, sending debris. across

and precision were astounding,

of the match was clear-Robin had

ago, now had tears of

face drenched in tears as

composure, gave Amber a stern look.

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

glared at him with

on, Zachary, you've lost.

with

it be a genuine contest without a

felt a deep

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

felt ashamed to be

Raymond's attempts to stop him, Zachary

the competition; he shot three arrows with his bare hands. Even though he hit the bullseye, this