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

he going to attempt shooting

That would be aboard!

has the strength to hit a target

Shirley, who is usually

Robin discard the broken bow her

we are going to

a wave of dizziness and nearly

moved

down, her gaze distant as she stared at

peak, the next

bow, Robien drew a set of sharp arrows

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

eyes wide

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

laughed. "What if he actually manages to hit

"If he hits the target even once. Il cravd on my hands

entire area was struck by and simce broken only by a collective

three arrows struck the

boneback Robin buntaged so

went

previously intact, shattered into pieces upon being hit by the

precision were astounding, leaving everyone in

the match

moments ago, now

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

look. "Of course! I never doubted

eyes shone

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

crowd glared at him with

"Come on, Zachary, you've lost.

with his bare hands. He

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

listening to this, felt a

always been a respected family in Harmonfield, but Zachary's

felt ashamed to

him, Zachary storfned over

competition; he shot three arrows with his bare hands. Even though he hit the bullseye, this