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.

a force to be reckoned with unshakable, unyielding, and fearless in the face of any

the mystic realm war games progressed, the other commanders came to a startling realization-Dragon Soul had never

spirit had

everyone observed Robin as he signed the betting contract. The glances

team targeted by

never been an exception

signed the contract, with panic creeping

nagging

commanders, who were watching them with barely concealed

handed them the contract, their hands began

felt like a bet, but

have likely stepped forward with some

of Tanqueria Special Forces would

teams, like those from the Sakurania or Elaria Special Forces, would have

figures were acting so oddly and neutrally

sensed an ominous

considering such matters felt

been cast, and there was no

choice-it had to

quickly signed their names, their hands trembling. It

the mystic realm had already begun, and the fates of the three teams-victory or defeat-were about to be

what

Paul were rattled, but they quickly regained their

they could believe that Dragon Soul Special Forces would manage anything unexpected in

the movements of

confident

Special Forces in the mystic

Area Four could hear them, loud and

Special Forces would certainly be aware of Dragon Soul's next

best thing for them to do would be to

even team up to defeat Dragon Soul once and for

Realm War Games' conference hall, all the commanders-in-chief of the 80 teams, along with the members of the oversight committee, were glued to the data streaming in from Area Four. The screens showed nothing but black-there was no visual of what was going

the data, which would tell them

strangely stable,