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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in the World

whispered across mercenary

of

but dismissed them as mere exaggerations, the kind of overblown gossip meant to impress and terify. However today, after

reality, Ronan's respect for Robin turned into something deeper, and he was

of the God of Death

tossed a bottle of hemostatic powder to Ferell, then pulled out a wet wipe to clean the blood

nervously looked at Robin, who was slowly walking towards him, and

authority, but his fear was palpable. "I'm the

lips curled into a cold, dismissive smile. "The

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 voice was laced with disdain. Then, he tossed

stammered, "Our alliance

voice icy, "Are you trying to impress me with your lineage? Even if your leader or the Dark Lord stood before me, I'd kill him as easily as squashing a bug."

flashed in Robin's hand, its tip pressed firmly against his

the Dark Night Alliance

you something. Ten days from now,

have time to beg for mercy as the dragon dagger slashed across

arc.

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 his end in the capital of Draconia. A fate he

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have imagined.

jolted Ronan

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"Master Ramsey, I-I didn't know he was the son of

wet wipe onto the floor in front of Ronan. His gaze

suite of Asgard Grand Hotel, Robb and Xander had just finished tidying up and were preparing

into the room, dropping to their knees as they cried out in alarm, "Master, Madam! Something terrible

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

has been grievously injured: His limbs have all been severed by someone named Robin Ramsey!" The guards recounted the events at Northern Plaza in vivid

furious. "Someone dared to maim my son! I'll

and headed straight for Northern Plaza without wasting