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

attempt shooting with his

That would be aboard!

strength to hit a

usually composed rose from

the broken bow her

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

felt a wave of dizziness and

quickly moved to steady

her gaze distant as she stared at the

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

drew a set of sharp

a bold and confident stance, he launched

noisy crowd fell silent, their eyes wide

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

laughed. "What if he

laugh. "If he hits the target even once.

could finish his derisive comment, the entire area was struck by and simce broken only by a collective

all three arrows

so fit the target using

went wild

being hit by the arrows, sending

were astounding, leaving everyone

result of the match was clear-Robin had

who had been despairing moments ago, now had tears of

her face drenched in tears as she jumped up and down

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

shone with

he shot with his bare hands. How can this be considered a win? We've won this match!" Zachary, fuming with

crowd glared at him

Zachary, you've

the target from 2,000 feet away with his bare hands. He

it be a genuine contest without a bow?

this, felt a deep sense of

but Zachary's objections over a mere

to be associated with

attempts to stop him, Zachary storfned over

the competition; he shot three arrows with his bare hands. Even though he hit the bullseye, this has never happened