The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

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Chapter 1175 The Eight Gladiators

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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.”

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once. Once.” “But now?” Lonnie’s voice was smooth, almost

personal quarrel with you, Divine Drakebane. No thirst for

and you–and those you

behind his

aside for a trinket

know by now–this

us.” Lonnie’s smirk deepened. “But he won’t stand

drew the Dragon

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

of death … thinking you

not

your power, you wouldn’t survive

dripping with contempt. “Now that you’re all here, I won’t waste time hunting

disdain. “You truly don’t know

Gladiators surged forward, their killing intent

flooded the sky, a suffocating mass of darkness, closing

Robin’s pulse quickened.

with even the smallest mistake, these billions of parasites would tear

Drakebane,” Lonnie bellowed, his voice echoing across the battlefield. “One last chance,

swarm of insects,” Robin muttered, his voice sharp. “What gives you the nerve to speak

heartbeat, and then the dragon dagger flew from its sheath with

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

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throat, blood ouring between his fingers

agony

the mass of parasites fell, lifeless,

sang a jovial note,

the earth, his life’s blood trained by the Golden Dragon that

the scene quickly turned grim as the

dark purple and deadly, forming into

parasites–yellow serpents, blue axes, silver spear–tipped creatures, red spiked tendrils, green scorpions, and countless gas–like parasites–shifted and flowed around

Drakebane,” Lonnie called from afar, his voice laced

Bloody Gladiator Formation of the Dark Night Alliance! Even missing a piece, it

his tone, “the perfect killing move created by the Eight Gladiators over the last two decades.

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

of cold light cut through the air, swift

smoke now laid

scattering into the air, and from it, the northwest Gladiator emerged, his

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