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.

was clear to everyone, but there was one thing the teams

the honor, it was a ticket to participating in the world's most

exactly how the committee

thing was certain the 27 teams still in the race had proven themselves to

and skilled, with the ability to

watch on the environment, constantly assessing the terrain, risks, and potential

simple task. Snatching the qualifying token wouldn't be as easy as rushing into the jungle

was always something more beneath the surface. This was the mindset of any skilled

appeared, the more likely it

the teams pushed forward, they remained vigilant, scanning their surroundings

eerie river winding through the forest wasn't

reading "Restricted Zone" were visible at the

was clearly marked with a warning: entering could

the zone would immediately lose their chance to search for the qualifying tokens.

to stay far away from the area, knowing that

team was now pushing forward with everything they had. The faster they entered the jungle, the greater their chances of securing the qualifying

last reserves of energy. This was the closest they had ever come

they got to success, the heavier the weight on their hearts. No one

rules of the Mystic

no restrictions, no limitations. Teams could attack one another

boundaries.

all-this

enough, they could have easily taken down

understood that even the fastest

far wiser to focus on reaching the jungle, where the playing field would be more

formation, subtly trying to overtake the others whenever

team dared to engage in direct combat, knowing that any confrontation could waste precious time