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.

could he continue the

going to attempt shooting with his bare

That would be aboard!

has the strength to hit a target 1500 feet in her

is usually composed rose

discard the broken bow her bean

to lose our 50-billion doller Ele Fungical

wave of dizziness and

quickly moved

slowly sat back down, her gaze

its peak, the next moment left everyone

the broken bow, Robien drew a set of sharp arrows

confident stance, he launched three as towards the tarp mumed

previously noisy crowd fell silent, their eyes wide

he can hit the target with his bare

"What if he

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

derisive comment, the entire area was struck by and simce broken only by a collective

all three arrows struck the

so fit the

went wild

shattered into pieces upon being hit by the arrows, sending debris. across

force and precision were astounding,

the match was clear-Robin had

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

face drenched in tears

stern look. "Of course! I never doubted Robin.

eyes shone

bow and arrows, and he shot with his bare hands. How can

crowd glared at

Zachary, you've lost.

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

can it be a genuine contest

felt

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

ashamed to be associated with

to stop him,

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