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 one thing the teams understood: The

it was a ticket to participating in the

committee

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

and skilled, with the ability to make

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

was no simple task. Snatching the qualifying token wouldn't be as easy as rushing into the jungle and

more beneath the surface. This

appeared, the more likely it

remained

river winding through the

visible at the back left

with a warning: entering could

immediately lose their chance to search for the qualifying tokens. In other words,

warned their teams to stay far

pressure mounting, every team was now pushing forward with everything they had. The faster they entered the

reserves of energy. This was the closest they had ever come to victory,

No

rules of the

restrictions, no limitations. Teams could attack one

boundaries.

clear to all-this

strength was enough, they

even the fastest

only lead to defeat. It was far wiser to focus on reaching the jungle, where the playing field would be more

formation, subtly trying to overtake the others

engage in direct combat, knowing that any