The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 1087 Final Showdown at Mount Fuoco

At the peak of the towering Mount Fuoco, a fierce mountain wind roared!

Elijah slowly stood up, the wind whipping his dry, silver hair wildly.

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In front of the cameras, the warriors of the Sakuranian Martial Arts World immediately burst into cheers!

“Look! That’s our Sword Saint, Master Elijah!”

“Wow! Master Elijah looks nowhere near his 70 years. He seems like a young martial artist in his prime at

30!”

“Master Elijah sat atop Mount Fuoco for 30 years. Imagine the discipline and cultivation he must have to achieve that!”

“Is that scandal from 30 years ago true?”

“Are you an idi*t? Someone as esteemed as Master Elijah, whom even the emperor respect, wouldn’t shame himself over something like that!”

“Those sinister tricks used by contemptible people, like planting drugs, causing car accidents, or spreading scandals–any baseless accusation that can stir public outrage–can ruin a genius warrior’s life in an instant.”

“It’s a shame to lose 30 golden years of Master Elijah’s life like that!”

“Time will prove everything!”

“Without Master Elijah, the Sakuranian Martial Arts World is just a bunch of clowns!”

“When there’s no formidable opponent, they think they’re somebody.”

“When Divine Drakebane comes knocking, they remember Master Elijah. It’s really shameless!”

“Greedy fools who care only about their interests have no shame.”

Eira stood amidst the thousands, hidden under a baseball cap and a large mask, gazing at Elijah on the screen and listening to the warriors‘ discussions about him.

A trace of comfort and joy flickered in her eyes.

Eira had come especially to send Elijah off after receiving his handwritten letter yesterday.

Watching Elijah’s slender figure stand as a beacon in the roaring mountain wind atop Mount Fuoco brought tears to her eyes.

had never seen Elijah before,

the stories about Elijah were

rows of spruce trees, seemingly threatening to

Master Elijah stood firm like an ancient

watched Elijah transform before

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aged eyes now shone

was the inner sword energy radiance of a Grandmaster

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he could hear the opponent’s blood and pulse roaring like a torrential river, steady

the Iron Body of the Sword

arts master of Elijah’s cultivation stood atop Mount Fuoco, merged as one with

our battle is not about Sakuranian Martial Arts, nor about worldly grudges. It’s a test of cultivation. Please give it

bowed slightly, sheathing his dragon

his

Maybe indfang deuntain stone.

sharp as a sword, and a whirlwind rushed towards

cracked the void and aimed straight for

Crack, crack, crack!

howling mountain wind

from his punch snapped

feets away, Robin’s clothes billowed, and his hair

punch hadn’t yet landed, but the violent gust from it was already upon

trees flew wildly, and a dozen trees were uprooted by the force of

entirely enveloped in Master Elijah’s

would reduce an ordinary warrior to

Pinnacle of Martial Arts, where all his attacks were imbued with a force known as the Will of

could destroy worlds with a mere

one could achieve

Martial Will, coupled with the primal force of nature, allowed

opponent, Robin could not afford to be careless. He struck out with

loud explosion, his palm strike–imbued with 30% of his power–generated a dazzling beam of light, shattering the stone beneath their feet and scattering snowflakes

another deafening crash, Robin, taking his time, swung out

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