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 competition without

going to attempt shooting with his

That would be aboard!

to hit a target 1500 feet

who is usually

Robin discard the broken bow

to lose our 50-billion doller

felt a wave of

moved to

back down, her gaze distant as she

as the crowd's laughter reached its peak, the

a set of sharp arrows from a scabbard on his bar

bold and confident stance, he launched three as towards the tarp

crowd fell silent, their eyes wide with

lost it. He really thinks he can hit the target with his

"What if he actually

hits the target even once. Il cravd on my hands and its

his derisive comment, the entire area was

all three arrows struck the

boneback Robin buntaged so fit

crowd went wild

target, previously intact, shattered into pieces upon being hit by

force and precision were astounding, leaving

match was clear-Robin had

who had been despairing moments ago, now had tears of joy sparkling

drenched in tears as she jumped up

stern look. "Of course! I never

shone with

bare hands. How can this

glared at

on, Zachary,

away with his bare hands. He

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

listening to this, felt a

in Harmonfield, but Zachary's

felt ashamed to

Raymond's attempts to stop him, Zachary storfned over

three arrows with his bare hands. Even though he hit the bullseye,