The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 849 Kill Him, and What Can You Do About It?

The appearance of the cloaked figure sent a jolt of shok through Ronan.

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He had spent all this time in the private room with Enico, yet he hadn't detected even a hint of this creature's presence.

Looking at the skills of this black-robed man, he concluded that he was no ordinary martial artist. Could it be that Enrico had planned this all along? Did he approach Brenda with a specific purpose in mind?

A cold sweat broke out on Ronan's back as dread seeped into his thoughts.

If this so-called Young Master of the Red Alliance was targeting Robin, things could spiral into chaos. Worse, Robin might think Ronan was also conspiring in the scheme. When he was struggling with whether to step in and stop this madness, the cloaked elder's skeletal hand raked across Ferell's shoulder, leaving five deep, bloody gashes.

Ronan dashed forward without hesitation, placing himself between Robin and the attacker. "Enrico, tell your man to stop now!" he shouted.

However, the black-robed Skeleton Hand showed no signs of stopping. It lunged straight for Ronan's chest.

Robin grabbed his shoulder, yanking him aside and deftly pulling Brenda out of harm's way.

The black-robed Skeleton Hand was stunned. Then, a grotesque laugh echoed through the room. "Impressive. There are only two people in the entire world who can evade my Death Grip, and it seems you're one of them!" The figure tilted its hooded head, its tone mockingly admiring. "Young man, it looks like you've got some skill. I'll give you another chance. Dodge me again, and I might just let you all go." Robin's lips curled into a cold, disdainful smile. "You don't even get one chance."

After Robin said that, a flash of cold light tore through the room. The cloaked figure froze mid-motion, its skeletal hand clutching at its throat. "Y-You're the Divine Drakebane!" it choked out. Robin didn't stop. A burst of cold light burst out, and in the blink of an eye, the black-robed Skeleton Hand was reduced to nothing but blood-soaked fragments.

The once-luxurious private room now reeked of blood from that brutal scene.

Everyone else in the room stood rooted to the spot, terror etched into their faces.

The sheer brutality of the scene and the savage efficiency of the kill were enough to push anyone to the brink of madness.

Ronan collapsed onto the floor, his legs giving out entirely.

At that moment, amidst the bloodstained chaos, he finally understood the horrifying truth about Robin's power.

The Divine Drakebane.

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What

living legend in the

nightmare whispered across

worthy of his

of Robin's legendary exploits but dismissed them as mere exaggerations, the kind of overblown gossip meant to impress and terify.

Robin turned into something

the God of Death

tossed a bottle of hemostatic powder to Ferell, then pulled out a wet wipe to clean the blood off his hands. Calmly, he turned and

Stay back!" Enrico nervously looked at Robin, who was

even know who I am?" Enrico tried to muster some authority, but his fear was palpable. "I'm the Young

cold, dismissive smile. "The Red Alliance? Do you mean the

of the Dark Night Alliance, then you must know the consequences of touching me!" "Touch you? I'm not here to touch you. I'm here to kill you," Robin's

lips quivered as he stammered, "Our alliance has three

Dark Lord stood before me, I'd kill him as easily as squashing a bug." "You... if you dare harm a single

Enrico could finish his threat, the dragon dagger flashed in Robin's hand, its

Alliance can protect you? Such childish

tell you something. Ten days from now, I'll erase your precious

to beg for mercy as the dragon dagger slashed across his throat in

arc.

lifeless, his eyes frozen in disbelief. The son of the vice leader of one of the most powerful sects in the World of Darkness had met

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have imagined.

death jolted Ronan back

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"Master Ramsey, I-I didn't know he was the son of the Dark Blood Alliance's vice leader!

wiped the blood off his hands and the dragon dagger, tossing the stained wet wipe onto the floor in front of Ronan. His gaze was sharp and unforgiving. "Don't disgrace your ancestors.

Xander had just finished tidying up and

as they cried out

expressions shifting from confusion to dread. "What happened to Gary? Wasn't he with Enrico and Mr. Ronan

Madam, Mr. Gary has been grievously injured: His limbs have all been severed by someone named

Xander were furious. "Someone dared to maim my son! I'll make sure they pay with

headed straight for Northern Plaza without wasting