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

to attempt shooting

That would be aboard!

the strength to hit a target 1500 feet in her

usually

Robin discard the broken bow her

how we are going to lose

wave of dizziness and nearly

moved to steady

gaze distant as she stared

crowd's laughter reached its peak, the

tossing aside the broken bow, Robien drew a set of sharp

confident stance, he launched three as towards the tarp

their eyes

This guy's lost it. He really thinks he can hit

if he actually manages to

"If he hits the target even once. Il

area was struck by and simce broken only

three arrows struck

a distance of almost 2.000 feet and while moving on boneback Robin buntaged so fit the target using nothing but his

went

into pieces upon being hit by the

force and precision were

result of the match was

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

Dunn, we won! We won!" Amber exclaimed, her face drenched in tears as she jumped up and

composure, gave Amber a stern 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 hoarsely, his voice almost

glared at him

sneered, "Come on, Zachary,

away with his bare hands. He didn't even need a

the competition rule! How can it be a genuine contest

felt a

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

felt ashamed to be associated

Raymond's attempts to stop him, Zachary

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