The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

The Deadly 987

Chapter 987 What Else Can You Do

The jungle, where the 20 qualifying tokens were hidden, was a maze of strange complexity.

Nestled on a hilly slope, this forest was bordered on all sides by deep, tranquil waters.

The river, calm and undisturbed, reflected the sunlight, its surface gleaming like a delicate crystal ribbon.

The bright light shimmered off the water, creating a mystical glow that seemed to stretch through time, revealing every hidden corner of the world.

A thick, swirling mist clung to the jungle's edge, surrounding the water with an eerie, otherworldly aura.

The mist gave the impression of countless unseen eyes observing the 27 teams as they charged forward toward the jungle.

The teams raced ahead, moving through the strange daylight that seemed to pulse with a supernatural energy.

It felt as though they were hurtling through a vast and distant galaxy, everything shrouded in mystery and uncertainty.

Every team was pouring all their effort into this final sprint. This was their one and only opportunity to make it into the L1 Mystic Realm Semifinals.

While only 27 teams were left fighting for the final spot, the stakes of this competition went far beyond the tokens.

Out of these 27 teams, seven would not make it through to the L1 Mystic Realm Semifinals. Among the remaining 20, the committee would observe the teams closely, evaluating the performance of their commanders and selecting the commander-in-chief and vice- commander-in-chief for the next phase.

The specific challenges awaiting them in the L1 Mystic Realm Semifinals was still a mystery, and no one knew exactly what power or responsibilities the commander-in-chief would hold.

All that was certain was that the commander-in-chief and vice-commander-in-chief would earn exclusive access to the most prestigious, high-level negotiations during the final competition.

to everyone, but there was one thing

ticket to participating

how the committee would choose

still in the race had proven themselves to be the

and skilled, with the ability to make clear, sharp decisions under

commander kept a close watch on the environment, constantly assessing the terrain, risks, and

qualifying token wouldn't be

something more beneath the surface.

something appeared, the more likely it was hiding a

the teams pushed forward, they remained vigilant,

river winding through the forest wasn't

visible

restricted zone was clearly marked with a warning: entering

outer boundaries of the restricted zone were unmistakable: any team that crossed into the zone would immediately lose their chance to search for the qualifying tokens. In other words, stepping into

commanders quickly warned their teams to stay far away from the area,

with everything they had. The faster they entered the jungle, the greater their chances of securing the qualifying tokens.

was tapping into its last reserves of energy. This was the closest they had ever come to victory, and the tension in the

their hearts. No one wanted to fall short at the last moment,

rules of the Mystic Realm

area were simple: There were no restrictions, no limitations. Teams could attack one another without any rules

boundaries.

all-this

their strength was enough, they could

every commander understood that even the fastest teams weren't necessarily

to defeat. It was far wiser to

formation, subtly

knowing that any confrontation could waste precious time they could not afford