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

attempt shooting with his bare

That would be aboard!

a

is usually composed rose from

Robin discard the broken bow her

to lose our 50-billion doller Ele

of dizziness and

quickly moved to

sat back down, her gaze

laughter reached its peak, the next moment left

bow, Robien drew a set of sharp arrows

launched three as towards the tarp mumed almos000

silent, their eyes wide with disbelief

can hit the target with his bare hands? What a

laughed. "What if he actually manages to hit

let out a scornful laugh. "If he hits the target even once. Il cravd on my

finish his derisive comment, the entire area was struck by and

all three arrows struck

on boneback Robin buntaged so fit the target using nothing but his

crowd went

previously intact, shattered into pieces upon being hit

were astounding,

the match was clear-Robin

now

won! We won!" Amber exclaimed, her face drenched in tears as she jumped

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

eyes shone with

with his bare hands. How can this be considered a win?

glared at

on, Zachary, you've lost.

from 2,000 feet away with his bare hands.

How can it be a genuine contest without a

to this, felt

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

to

him, Zachary storfned over

to accept this! He didn't use a bow in the competition; he shot three arrows with his bare hands. Even though