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 shooting with his

That would be aboard!

has the strength to hit a target 1500 feet in

is usually composed rose

Robin discard the broken bow her bean

we are going to

of dizziness and nearly

quickly moved to steady

back down, her gaze distant

peak, the next moment left everyone in

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

and confident stance, he launched three as towards

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

thinks he can hit the target with

laughed. "What if he

the target even once. Il cravd on

his derisive comment, the entire area was struck by

three arrows

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

crowd went

into pieces upon being hit by the

were astounding, leaving

result of the match was clear-Robin had won

been despairing moments ago, now had tears of

drenched in

Amber a stern look. "Of course! I

eyes shone

he shot with his bare hands. How can this be considered

at him with

"Come on, Zachary, you've lost.

2,000 feet away with

it be a genuine contest without a

to this, felt a

in Harmonfield, but Zachary's objections

ashamed to be associated with

stop him, Zachary storfned

in the competition; he shot three arrows