The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 963 This Isn't a Competition, It's a War

The members of the Thalrex Order's organizing committee and representatives from the seven participating regions all stood up and walked out of the conference room.

Surman, the captain of the Peacock Kingdom Special Forces, still felt unhappy after being knocked down by a single strike from Robin earlier.

As he passed by Robin and his team, Surman extended his hand. "Young man, among all the teams I've seen in past tournaments, you're the youngest commander I've ever encountered. Are you planning to forfeit this year's competition?" Robin gave a faint, indifferent smile and clasped Surman's strong, powerful hand.

"You're overthinking it. It's just a game. If you take it too seriously, you've already lost."

Suddenly, Surman felt an overwhelming and terrifying force surging straight into his palm.

The energy coursed through his arm, spreading rapidly across his entire body.

An intense, suffocating pressure made him feel as though his entire body was about to explode.

After trembling uncontrollably for a moment, Surman finally collapsed to the ground.

Jethro walked up to the pale-faced Surman and chuckled. "Captain Middleton, what's this now? Are you putting on another one of your comedy routines?"

The attendees who were in the process of leaving the conference room turned to look at Surman curled up on the floor, unsure of what kind of nonsense he was up to this time.

Robin shook his head and said, "Captain Middleton, do you really enjoy treating life as just a game this much?

"I hope that once you enter the preliminary mystic realm, you'll warn your team in advance not to joke around like this with my subordinates.

"Otherwise, they'll ensure to give you a good beating.

"Unlike me, they're not as forgiving. My subordinates never strike unless it's to take their opponent's life."

Surman sprang to his feet in fury, his face dark and menacing as he glared at Robin. "Hmph, just wait."

"Oh?" Robin wiped his palm with a look of disdain, shaking his head indifferently.

"It seems like your team is in for a major setback in today's preliminaries. Whether all ten of your members will make it out is still a big question mark."

Surman was about to fire back angrily when Pierre, who had just walked up, cut him off with a cold tone.

looking to get

was just

snort. "Just a friendly reminder. If you keep this up, you might find yourself tossed into the

Simmond said as he wrapped an arm around Surman's shoulder, guiding him toward the exit while speaking in a low voice. "Here's some advice. Don't openly provoke

froze in shock

top-tier powerhouses-showing this level of respect toward

further and followed Simmond out of the conference room without

the representatives from the participating nations and the committee members had all left, Cyril called out

Ramsey, please wait

the conference room door, Cyril offered an apologetic smile. "Mr. Ramsey, I apologize for the abruptness of keeping you behind,

with an impassive expression. "Go ahead.

Ramsey," Cyril began cautiously, "I'd like to ask a question I probably shouldn't. This question has been bothering me

raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is

two

unnerved. "What relationship I have with Young Lord Dragon is none of

mysteriously disappeared upon returning back to his home country. You should have some idea about that, shouldn't you?" Cyril froze, a flicker of panic flashing through

a hand on Cyril's

Ramsey, this matter... I can't say. You'll understand after you

a cold smile. "But there's one more thing you have to

ago, when the Thalrex Order hosted its first military martial tournament, you participated as a

was Sergio Curnow, and both he and his wife

Jenna Curnow, gifted Young Lord Dragon

far as I know, that afternoon, Sergio and Jenna had a private conversation with the Young Lord for the

did

what you're talking about. However, that afternoon, I

three elite guards were stationed outside the private meeting room, and even the staff who brought in tea were not allowed to

they talked about,

patted Cyril's shoulder gently.

current situation with Sergio and

Cyril shrugged his shoulders.

leading the

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