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 the competition without

he going to attempt shooting

That would be aboard!

has the strength to hit a target 1500 feet

Shirley, who is usually composed rose from her

Robin discard the broken bow her

going to

a wave of

moved to

her gaze distant as she

peak, the next moment left everyone in

broken bow, Robien drew a set of

he launched three as towards the tarp

previously noisy crowd fell silent, their eyes wide with

This guy's lost it. He really thinks he can hit the target with his

laughed. "What if he actually manages to hit

laugh. "If he hits the target

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

crowd went wild

being hit by

precision were astounding, leaving

match was

despairing moments ago, now had tears of

Amber exclaimed, her face drenched in tears as she jumped

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

eyes shone with

be with 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

at him with

"Come on, Zachary,

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

How can it be a genuine contest

listening to this, felt a deep sense of

been a respected family in Harmonfield, but Zachary's objections over a mere 300-million

to be associated with

attempts to stop him,

didn't use a bow in the competition; he shot three arrows with his bare hands. Even though he