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.

standing

of it, how could such a frail, thin figure possess

George were hit with

quickly helped Bill to his feet, positioning themselves once

minute, and you're already backing down? Come on, again!" Franco

of skill and mindset, how do you think you'll ever compete internationally? Don't make fools of

be deducted from the total time. I expect a full ten minutes

and 18 seconds left!"

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

the meaning

Warriors of

glanced at Talia, George, and Bill. "What do

"Keep going! I'm not leaving until I bring him down

with a hint of

you down today, I'm not Simon's daughter!" Talia roared, her voice echoing through the training

really going to fight me to the death," Franco said with a

admire your

rallied the group, leading Talia, George, and Bill

more.

attack grew more intense than the

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the results were far from what

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resistance and again and

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

of them were now seething with frustration, their eyes fixed on

teeth, wiped the sweat from his brow, and stubbornly rose to his feet

timekeeper, he asked, "How

are

muttered, shaking his head in frustration. "Colonel Lineker, thank god we wore our gear, or we'd have been paralyzed. This guy's attack

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Franco barked coldly.

they fought on, enduring another seven or eight

28th round, Talia and George had been knocked off the arena, unable to

Gavin and Bill

the ground, exhausted, panting like a

through the air.

two minutes left. You can't quit

bit of strength and

they charged

Franco didn't