The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 1175

Chapter 1176 Robin, I’ll Be Waiting for You in Harmonfield

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The four guardians of the Dark Night Alliance quickly formed a tight circle around Robin, trapping him from all sides.

However, what Lonnie hadn’t counted on, despite his 10 years of training, was that even his impressive strength couldn’t compete with the lightning–fast speed of Divine Drakebane.

In the brief moment when the four guardians launched their attack, aiming to kill Robin, Lonnie felt at faint, nearly imperceptible prick at his throat, like the bite of a mosquito.

His body, which had been ready to spring into action, suddenly dropped like a stone.

No matter how hard he struggled or how much energy he tried to summon, he found himself unable to

move.

“You…” Lonnie’s voice was choked with disbelief as Robin appeared before him, like a wisp of smoke.

Before he could utter another word, a fountain of blood erupted from his throat, and he was swallowed by a darkness so deep it seemed to have no end.

The remaining three guardians exchanged glances and, without hesitation, began retreating, trying to escape Robin’s relentless assault.

Around them, hundreds of elite assassins from the Dark Night Alliance closed in, eager to overwhelm Robin.

“Trying to run? What do you think you’re doing?”

“Now that the dragon dagger is drawn, there’s no way you’re leaving here alive!”

Amidst the chaos, Robin zeroed in on the three towering figures with his dragon dagger, cutting a bloody trail through the crowd and heading straight for the three guardians.

The three martial arts masters of the Dark Night Alliance stood in disbelief.

Once, they had been feared warriors, unstoppable in the World of Darkness. After 30 years of honing their skills, their martial prowess now seemed insignificant compared to the power of Divine Drakebane.

“Divine Drakebane, don’t get too cocky! We’ve set a trap here! Even if you kill us, you won’t walk away from this!”

“If? There’s no ‘if.’ Just die!”

Robin’s voice was ice–cold, and sharp as a blade.

With a savage, bloodthirsty cry, the dragon dagger sliced through the throats of the three guardians.

The Golden Dragon, now soaring high above, drank deeply from a feast of blood–more than a dozen super martial arts masters‘ bloodlines.

What had begun as a battle with great promise, featuring the Four Guardians and Eight Gladiators of Dark Night Alliance, crumbled in an instant beneath the overwhelming power of Divine Drakebane.

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nearly one hundred Dark Night Alliance

set up by Dark Night Alliance leader Baird in Landorne was utterly wiped

let ou a soft chuckle. He wiped the last of the blood from the dragon

Shirley jumped to her feet, rushing

are your friends? Didn’t they

of his lips barely lifting. “They had something

gaze toward Simmond, who stood

expected Robin to survive the deadly

take a seat,” Simmond stammered, his voice trembling with

split second, drew

startled, could hardly comprehend why

caught Simmond off guard. In a panic, he pulled out a small gun, aiming it directly

a swift, almost effortless movement, Robin seized Eira’s wrist and twisted it

echoed through the room as Simmond pulled

in, narrowly missing her. Had Robin not

smooth motion, Robin grabbed the Blossomfall Blade and struck Eira forcefully between the shoulder blades. Instantly, she crumpled to her knees, coughing up a spray of dark

Their stomachs twisted as Eira began

rapidly injecting three needles into

more than five minutes, the room grew thick with a foul, overpowering stench that rendered the air

Eira stop expelling the

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silver needles from her, he stood over Eira, who lay on the floor,

and she looked up

to me?” she asked,

Dark Night Alliance had stooped so low, using Eira, one of their own, as a weapon

Eira immediately dropped to her knees before Robin, tears streaming down her face. “I’m so sorry, Mr.

didn’t flinch. Raising an eyebrow, he replied coldly, “This isn’t your fault. Those petty tricks are nothing more than child’s play

stepped forward, bowing deeply. “M. Ramsey, this is all my fault.

With a swift motion, he struck Simmond, sending him

unable to understand why Robin would

immediately drew their pistols, aiming them

face drained of color as his nerves frayed. He quickly

the guards, his finger on the trigger, growled, “General Yates, this

him!”

clad in blue stepped forward. His blade flashed, and with a single strike, he cut

in resignation, shaking his head. “Sorry, Mr.

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