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 competition

attempt shooting with his

That would be aboard!

the strength to hit a target 1500 feet in

usually composed rose from her

Robin discard the broken

are going to

a wave of dizziness

quickly moved to

down, her gaze distant as she stared at the

its peak, the next moment left everyone in

broken bow, Robien drew a set

launched three as towards

crowd fell silent, their eyes wide with disbelief

can hit

if he actually manages to hit

a scornful laugh. "If he hits the target even once. Il cravd on my hands and its

was struck by and simce broken only by

arrows struck the

boneback Robin buntaged so fit the

went wild with

upon being

force and precision were astounding, leaving everyone

of the match was clear-Robin had

ago, now

drenched in tears as she jumped up and

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

shone with

with his bare hands. How can this be considered a win? We've won this

glared at him

"Come on, Zachary, you've lost. Just admit

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

How can it be a genuine contest without a bow? How can it demonstrate archery

this, felt

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

felt ashamed to be associated with

stop him,

shot three