The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

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At an altitude of six miles, the Drakebane J–70 unleashed a devastating strike, reducing Black Serpent No. 301, the lead fighter jet, to a fiery wreckage.

The captain, Geraint, thrown into the open sky, felt a chill run down his spine.

In a mere fraction of a second!

The Drakebane had exploited an almost imperceptible chance and delivered a direct hit.

Once a legendary pilot, he found himself in utter disbelief, his mind struggling to accept reality, wishing desperately that this was all a hallucination.

High above, the smoke gradually faded as the parachute carried him downward.

The scattered debris of the downed fighter jet drifted through the boundless sky like tears of despair, fading into the void.

A heavy sigh cut through the thick clouds, filling Geraint’s chest with an overwhelming sense of grief.

He had never imagined that the formidable Black Serpent squadron would crumble so easily before the might of the Drakebane.

This battle had no purpose!

Bryon’s miscalculation had destroyed decades of careful planning.

It was more than humiliation, it was total annihilation.

As Geraint descended, burdened by regret, the Drakebane J–70 suddenly came to a halt right before him.

Inside the cockpit, Robin lifted a hand, shaping his fingers into a mock handgun as if to say, “Gotcha!”

A moment later, a searing laser beam erupted from the cannon.

Geraint let out a bitter smile before being instantly vaporized by the searing heat, vanishing into a plume of smoke.

The two wingmen, No. 302 and No. 303 trailing closely behind Black Serpent No. 301, immediately committed a suicidal attack.

One veered left, the other right, both roaring toward Robin’s fighter jet at full speed. At the same time, their fire–control radars locked onto their target, and two missiles launched in unison, streaking through the sky with deadly precision.

With a swift yank of the control stick, Robin sent the Drakebane J–70 soaring over 0,6 miles straight up.

The two incoming missiles met midair, colliding in a violent detonation, forming a blazing sphere of destruction.

With their captain gone, the Black Serpent No. 3 squadron plunged into disarray.

Out of nowhere, Drakebane 0002 emerged from the side, firing off two precise missiles that obliterated Black Serpent No. 302 and No. 303 in an instant.

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Order F–22 squadron had an unobstructed view of the battle unfolding beneath

could hardly contain his excitement, practically ready to leap out of his

without a doubt, the most breathtaking aerial combat he

certain that this fight would be one of a kind, something no

had never viewed Robin as

have vanished before Lord Drakebane just as Geraint and the others had.

all of Escea, going up against Robin right now would only

his aerial combat skills were, he had

impossible to

of Draconia also roared with excitement, filled

of applause, it was the

warrior!

all of this, an even greater excitement

finally have the chance to unleash

tolerance, and constant restraint have

battle uniform, at the mighty warships and artillery beneath us, and then at those politicians

these extravagant decorations are

unremarkable places mocking me right to

the Divine Drakebane, and cut them down with my own blade!

“But I cannot!

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unable to do so, then let’s lose ourselves in this breathtaking aerial battle, as if we are part of

has already guaranteed Felix

to be completely wiped out by

is convinced that even if the last three remaining fighter jets choose to surrender, considering Divine Drakebane’s

a brief moment of shock, Black Serpent No. 304, 305, and 306 swiftly maneuvered out of Robin’s attack range, reorganized their formation, and launched another assault in a zigzag

not to activate the stealth mode but instead revealed himself directly in front of them.

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the ability to cruise at supersonic speeds and ranks

no other fighter

the F–22 lags behind, unable to match

possibly keep

the Drakebane J–70, Robin suddenly pulled the nose up, maximizing the aircraft’s aerodynamic drag to

unison, lifting