The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 1175 The Eight Gladiators

Finished

The Ten Guardians and the Eight Gladiators of the Dark Night Alliance were not mere warriors. They were legends, echoes of an age when their blades had carved dominion from the chaos of warring titans.

They had not ruled the underworld–they had been the underworld, their names spoken in hushed reverence, their deeds etched into the marrow of history.

In those days, when the great powers vied for supremacy, their strength had been absolute.

The 30 strongest martial artists of the World of Darkness had fallen before them like dry leaves in an autumn wind, crushed beneath the weight of their mastery.

They had stood as equals with Draconia’s Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Soul, Sakurania’s Northern Star Sword School, the sect of Dubh in Elaria, the dreaded Dark Lords of Caym in Marinaverdin, and Shepherd’s Panacea Ocean Warriors.

Each a giant in their own right. Each grasping for dominion. And for a time, none could be moved.

Then came the great shift.

It began 20 years ago, at the first Thalrex Order summit on Qacalisle Island.

The ink had barely dried on the accords when the world was upended.

The massacre at Dragon Manor had sent shockwaves through the underworld.

In the span of days, the mighty disappeared–vanishing into silence, as if they had never been.

Time pressed forward. The years turned like a slow wheel, grinding down all that had once seemed immutable.

The names that had once instilled terror faded to whispers in dark corners, little more than embers of a long–dead fire.

Then, from the bones of history, something stirred.

It was not vengeance that roused the old titans from slumber, nor lingering grudges best left buried. It was something greater, something older.

An artifact–a relic of the ancients.

No one could say what power it held, only that it was enough to send the most fearsome warriors of an era clawing back from oblivion, willing to sacrifice all to claim it.

Lonnie Schwartz, Guardian of the Dark Night Alliance, let out a low, knowing chuckle. His voice carried the ease of a man who had never known fear. “Divine Drakebane,” he said, lips curling, “the men before you today are the same warriors who once bent an entire age to their will.”

“Twenty years ago, we were untouchable.”

“For two decades, we trained in exile, in the frozen depths of Snow Valley, sharpening our power beyond reckoning.”

1/4

12:18 Thu, Apr 3 W⇒ A

Chapter 1175 The Eight Gladiators

CX 86%

Finished

Once.” “But now?” Lonnie’s voice was smooth, almost mocking. “Now, they

quarrel with you, Divine Drakebane.

it, and you–and those you love–will leave this

glinting behind his eyes. “You have a wedding soon, don’t

cast it all aside for a trinket that was never

to a whisper. You must know by

smirk deepened. “But he

so?” Robin asked, his voice cold as he slowly drew the Dragon Dagger. The gleam

years ago, you failed. You threw everything at it and still couldn’t get

death … thinking you can

it’s not for the likes of you

you filthy, shallow–minded fools were to reach the peak of your power, you wouldn’t survive long enough to

I won’t waste time hunting

with disdain. “You truly don’t know your own limits,

Eight Gladiators surged forward, their killing intent like a

parasites flooded the sky, a suffocating mass of darkness, closing

Robin’s pulse quickened.

that with even the smallest mistake, these billions of parasites would tear through his body, cell

across the battlefield. “One last chance, and then- like the fools from Dragon Manor–you’ll

Robin muttered, his voice sharp. “What gives you the nerve to speak

for a heartbeat, and then the dragon dagger

split the mass of parasites, cutting through them like a knife through butter, tearing a path through the densest

။

2/4

Ap

1175 The

scream split the western sky, a cry

80%

Finished

his throat, blood ouring between his fingers as

agony

the mass of parasites fell,

sang a jovial note, its

Dragon that circled above him, its

air, but the scene quickly turned grim as

from the earth, dark purple and deadly, forming into a massive blade that shot toward Robin, its tip gleaming

blue axes, silver spear–tipped creatures, red spiked tendrils, green scorpions, and countless gas–like

Lonnie called from afar, his voice laced with

is the Bloody Gladiator Formation of the Dark Night Alliance! Even missing a piece, it will be more than enough to end

Dipper Formation,” he continued, a grim satisfaction in his tone, “the perfect killing move created by the Eight Gladiators over the

to nothing but empty words now?” Robin sneered, his voice laced with contempt as he aimed the Divine Drakebane at the writhing mass of yellow

flash of cold light cut through the air, swift and decisive,

smoke now

scattering into the air, and from it, the northwest