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

he going to attempt shooting

That would be aboard!

has the strength to hit a target 1500

is usually composed rose from

the broken bow her bean

to lose

of dizziness

quickly moved

sat back down, her gaze distant as she stared

laughter reached its peak,

broken bow, Robien drew a set of sharp arrows from

launched three as towards

fell silent, their eyes wide with

can hit the target with his

he actually manages

let out a scornful 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

arrows

Robin buntaged so fit the target using nothing

went wild with

upon being hit by the arrows, sending

were astounding, leaving everyone in

match was clear-Robin had

moments ago, now had tears of joy

exclaimed, her face drenched in tears as she jumped up and down with

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

eyes shone

his bare hands. How can this be

crowd glared at him

Zachary, you've

with his bare hands. He

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

this, felt a deep sense of

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

to be

to stop him, Zachary storfned over to

shot three arrows with his bare hands. Even though