The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

The Deadly 985

Chapter 985 Its Indomitable Spirit Had Always Remained

Pierre quickly conferred with Cyril, instructing the administrative assistant at the Mystic Realm War Games' oversight center.

As per the agreement made between Robin, Ced, and Paul, three copies of the betting contract were prepared and printed.

"Mr. Ramsey, please take a look at these," Pierre said, respectfully handing the three contracts to Robin, his posture and demeanor filled with deference.

This strange scene instantly quieted the previously lively conference hall.

A subtle, but powerful, realization dawned on everyone present.

Pierre, the leader of the Sea Lion Force and widely regarded as the King of Mercenaries, was showing profound respect toward Robin.

The entire mercenary community recognized Pierre as a figure of immense power. Not only did he lead one of the strongest teams, but his personal strength and leadership were renowned across the globe.

For someone of Pierre's stature a celebrated war hero with such an influential background-to show such respect to a young commander from the Dragon Soul Special Forces was highly unexpected.

A collective gasp rippled through the hall.

To make someone like Captain Pierre-the King of Mercenaries-behave so deferentially, who exactly is Robin?

Almost everyone in the room quickly realized a serious problem.

They had all been blinded by their own assumptions. Looking back at the entire competition, it became clear that the Dragon Soul Special Forces, particularly its leader, had shown a side of themselves vastly different from the past. The Dragon Soul Special Forces, once known for being humble and restrained, now felt worlds apart from the organization of the last two decades.

In truth, this new Dragon Soul was beginning to resemble the bold, fierce warriors from the past.

All the commanders had heard stories from older military veterans about the glory days of the Dragon Soul Special Forces. Some had even researched the legendary battles it fought in its prime.

During those times, Dragon Soul had fought relentlessly, fearless of death, displaying an unbreakable will.

With their blood, sweat, and determination, they conquered every arrogant challenger.

The fierce pride of Dragon Soul subdued one enemy after another, earning it not isolation but global respect.

team that could make its foes tremble was a force to be

mystic realm war games progressed, the other commanders came to a startling

spirit had

conference hall, everyone observed Robin as he signed the betting contract. The glances Ced and Paul

targeted by the Dragon

had never been an exception to

watched as Robin signed the contract, with

calm, they couldn't shake the nagging fear

the other commanders, who were watching

contract, their hands began to

felt like a

have likely stepped forward

of Tanqueria Special Forces would sometimes

from the Sakurania or Elaria Special

acting so oddly and neutrally toward

and Paul both sensed an ominous

considering such matters

been cast, and

wasn't a matter of choice-it had to be made, or they would lose all

signed their names, their hands trembling. It was too

the three teams-victory

what

brief moment, Ced and Paul were rattled, but they

they could believe that Dragon Soul

desolate, lightless wasteland-how could they possibly track the movements of Maple and Kangaroo Special Forces

confident in their

in the mystic realm were known

Area Four could hear them,

certainly be aware of Dragon Soul's next

would be to hide their positions,

cards right, the two teams could even team

the oversight committee, were glued to the data streaming in from Area Four. The screens showed nothing but black-there was no

thing they could rely on was the data, which would tell them the strengths

Soul's data remained strangely stable, with