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.

are you looking to get beaten

was just joking

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

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the committee members had all left, Cyril called out to

please wait a

offered an apologetic smile. "Mr. Ramsey, I apologize

an impassive

a question I probably shouldn't. This question has been bothering

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nodded. "Mr. Ramsey, do you two share some

making him feel unnerved. "What relationship I

disappeared upon returning back to his home country.

a hand on Cyril's

chair, visibly shaken. "Mr. Ramsey, this matter... I

with a cold smile. "But there's

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the envoy was Sergio Curnow, and both he and his

Jenna Curnow, gifted Young Lord Dragon

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exactly did they

you're talking about. However, that afternoon, I wasn't qualified to

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talked about, I

patted Cyril's shoulder gently. "Relax,

what is the current situation with Sergio

Cyril shrugged his shoulders.

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for the Thalrex Order. The design of this Mystic Realm War Game Base, for instance, is

want to know the true content of that private discussion from 20 years ago, or what really happened to Young Lord Dragon, you'll need to