The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 1089 A Breakthrough

On the giant screen beneath Mount Fuoco.

In the live broadcasts across the world’s major networks.

Once again, the billowing dust, stirred by the sword aura, obscured the view.

However, the tens of millions of spectators in Sakurania had already begun celebrating.

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They firmly believed that the invincible Blossomfall Blade, in the hands of the legendary Sword Saint, would be utterly unstoppable and create a miracle.

Yet, the top martial arts leaders of Sakuraniare

grim expressions; their brows tightly furrowed.

When Master Elijah had to unsheathe the Blossomfall Blade, the difference between him and Robin became even more apparent.

Daphne, Rita, and Vera were on the verge of breaking from tension.

If Robin failed to withstand Master Elijah’s strike, Mount Fuoco would become his final resting place.

The path of vengeance for the Dragon Manor would come to an end.

Worse, Draconia’s honor would suffer.

The Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Palace might, in their fury, cast off their battle robes and march into Sakurania, raising the blade of vengeance for Robin!

Atop Mount Fuoco.

Amidst the swirling sand and wind, the a martial spirit.

oment Elijah swung his battle blade, he seemed to be possessed by

The world–shaking aura of the Sword Saint erupted in full force!

The Blossomfall Blade truly lived up to its name as the king of blades.

Infused with Master Elijah’s indomitable will, it was as if the Blade God had descended, filling the skies with murderous intent.

Elijah gripped his sword with both hands, meeting Robin’s thunderous, sky–splitting strike head–on. With a forceful sweep, he deflected the violent edge. Then, twisting midair, he slashed horizontally toward Robin’s midsection.

The silver blade radiance reflected the blistering midday sun, adorning the storm–ravaged peak of Mount Fuoco in dazzling, chaotic brilliance!

Before Master Elijah even swung his cold and imposing blade, its intent had already slashed toward Robin’s waist the moment the thought took form.

This strike embodied Master Elijah’s entire martial will–where the blade’s intent reached, killing intent surged!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

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Blossomfall Blade clashed against Robin’s raw fist force, erupting

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ground, silent for 30 years, igniting

four–foot Blossomfall Blade

might was worthy of the world–renowned glory it had

seamless fusion of man and blade in a fierce, merciless strike, Robin dared not be careless–he had

flowed effortlessly, surging up

Mount Fuoco, which had stood for millions of years, to

dodged the first sweeping blade

blade

and blade

the span of a single second, the Blossomfall Blade had

blazing midday sun remained fierce; the raging western wind howled

interwove into dazzling halos, completely engulfing

Then–boom!

the relentless flurry of blade

his punch shattered the blinding curtain of blade light, launching straight toward Master Elijah’s

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Master Elijah tilted his neck to

fist wind sliced through his long, flowing hair

sunlight, countless silver strands burst into the air, scattering in the

dodged even a fraction of a second

as a meteor descending from the sky, engulfing everything in its path and dwarfing even the tallest mountains and

Saint head–on would have reduced

was, after all, a Sword Saint–level grandmaster of the supreme Northern Star Sect, his martial prowess having reached the pinnacle of

Blade in his grasp, he barely managed to hold his ground against the monstrous killing intent

It flowed smoothly through a series of top–level attacks, including lifting, thrusting, intercepting,

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as drifting clouds, swift as a

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divine agility, a single swing

and defense, weaving

gathered all his inner strength and struck with

Clang!

the dormant magma of Mount Fuoco, causing it to bubble and

It

fiercely with the fist wind, both fighters were instantly forced apart–sliding backward ten meters in opposite directions, leaving behind deep, trench–like footprints carved into the

nodded toward Master Elijah. “That strike was

his life