The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 889 As Long as There's Breath, the Battle Goes On! Once Again!

The training ground fell silent as all the elite trainees rose to their feet, holding their breath in. anticipation.

Their

eyes were fixed on Gavin, Bill, and the others as they prepared to make a counterattack.

If this move could take down Franco, one of the Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Soul, it would be an unparalleled honor for their class of elite trainees.

To them, at such a close range and such four precise attacks, even someone as powerful as Franco would find it nearly impossible to turn the tide-in such a confined space.

Although the match in the arena was still ongoing, the outcome was practically concluded.

Some of the elite trainees couldn't bear to look directly at Franco's lean, almost frail figure.

After all, as the saying goes, even the strongest warrior fears youth. No matter how glorious Franco's past achievements were, even heroes eventually faced the decline of age. Meanwhile, Bill and his team were in their prime, at the peak of their strength.

If this strike landed with full force, the consequences would be devastating!

At this moment, the sheer power and momentum of Gavin, Bill, Talia, and George's coordinated attack stood in stark contrast to Franco's frail, lonely figure.

Anyone unaware of Franco's identity might find it hard to believe that he was once one of the legendary Great Warriors of the Dragon Soul, a name that once struck fear into the hearts of enemies. Everyone was convinced that the ferocious strike from Gavin and his team would utterly crush Franco, leaving him with no chance of recovery.

Yet, just as a whirlwind of emotions swept through the training ground, a literal whirlwind erupted in the

arena.

In an instant, the four powerful figures of Gavin, Bill, Talia, and George were sent flying like petals scattering in a sudden bloom. Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Four heavy sounds echoed as the group landed precisely at the edge of the arena once again. Gavin lifted his gaze toward Franco, still standing firm and unshaken under the sunlight. He shook his head with a wry smile. Gavin had expected this outcome from the start.

Yet, a stubborn defiance burned within him, refusing to let him stay down. Gritting his teeth, he rose to his feet once again.

Even though the pain from being beaten was unbearable, he felt that it was a kind of joy in life.

This kind of joy had been buried for years, locked away in the shadows of time, so much so that he had

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nearly forgotten it ever existed.

Bill, meanwhile, was left staggering, his head spinning from the beating.

His right car, still throbbing from a heavy blow, buzzed with a high-pitched hum.

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Fortunately, he had put on his protective gear earlier; otherwise, that last kick from Franco would have undoubtedly caved in his skull.

looked at Franco, still standing firm like

it, how could such a frail,

and George were hit

to his feet, positioning themselves

and you're already backing down? Come

and mindset, how do you think you'll ever

"Any downtime during the match will be deducted from the total time. I expect a

minutes and 18 seconds left!" the timekeeper

voice was cold as he snapped, "Stop wasting time! Treat me as your enemy and

that moment, Bill truly understood the meaning of

The Twelve Great Warriors of the Dragon Soul were

George, and Bill.

"Keep going! I'm not leaving

eyes gleamed with a hint of amusement.

I don't take you down today, I'm not Simon's daughter!" Talia roared, her voice echoing through

to fight me

admire your courage!

the group, leading Talia, George, and Bill as they launched their attacks

more.

more intense

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the results were far from what they

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relentless assaults were met with fierce resistance and again and again, they

17th charge, after 17 falls, Bill, George, Talia, and Gavin lay sprawled on the arena floor, nearly drained of all

with frustration, their eyes fixed on Franco, filled with a burning

from his brow, and stubbornly rose to

asked, "How

there are six

moving so slowly?" George muttered, shaking his head in frustration. "Colonel Lineker, thank god we wore our gear,

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Franco barked coldly.

that, they fought on, enduring another seven or

had been knocked off the arena, unable

Gavin and Bill remained in the

on the ground, exhausted, panting like a dog. "Timekeeper...

through the air. "Are you just

You can't quit

last bit of strength and

with Gavin, they charged forward once

time, Franco didn't