The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

The Deadly Assassin Robli

Chapter 1192 I’ve Never Pretended to be Noble!

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Gabriel, you may think you’ve found the perfect moment to strike down Divine Drakebane, but you won’t be able to claim the ancient relic for yourselff”

Jessiah and the other two warlords quickly made their way toward Robin.

They weren’t about to let Gabriel take the relic, one that they had waited decades to get their hands on, without a fight.

The Four Warlords, who had previously stayed back and watched, suddenly moved toward Robin, causing an immediate stir among everyone.

The Nevilles, Phoenix Vanguard, Catherine, Maverick, rendon, Elliott, and others, who had been locked in a violent battle with the super warriors from the World of Darkness, now saw Robin’s condition through the blinding snow. His body was covered in blood, and bullet holes marked his skin.

At that moment, Gabriel, the leader of the Four Warlords, prepared to land the final blow, seizing the opportunity while Robin’s life hung by a thread.

Those close by could only watch helplessly as nothing could be done to save him.

Catherine and the others exchanged despairing looks, their urgency growing as they rushed to Robin’s side. “Master Ramsey …

But even with all their speed, they too far to reach him in time.

More importantly, Gabriel was standing just behind Robin’s wounded form, making it impossible to shoot without risking hitting Robin instead.

The other three warlords were closing in, ready to trap and finish Robin off.

There was no way they could save Robin.

Jane, moving with lightning speed, rushed forward. “Gabriel, you old monster! If you kill my mentor, I’ll tear you apart!”

Gabriel laughed loudly. “No one alive can defeat me! Little girl, if you want to die, just wait. I’ll make that happen for you!”

Tristan and Anthony arrived soon after, both filled with hopelessness.

They knew better than anyone how many of the world’s super martial arts masters had fallen to Gabriel’s zen staff.

Even legends like the Dragon Slayer, Elijah, and other grandmasters had struggled to survive against him.

In this moment, Robin, already weakened by multiple gunshots, was in no condition to fight back. His body was failing him–his reflexes, his speed–everything was far below his usual strength.

And now, facing not just any fighter, but Gabriel, the top martial artist in the world, Robin’s situation was critical.

his zen staff, gathering all his strength and speed into one final,

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Krinkbed

only had one purpose how to kill Divine

was as

Drakebane, diel Gabriel shouted, his staff aim at Robin’s

screamed, tears streaming

Brendon could only watch in horror and

desolate Snow Valley, their cries of despair were the only

my life, my

condition, Robin’s spirit refused to fade, the aura of a battle–hardened warrior radiating

all these bullets in me, I will not die by the hand of

move to the left, leaping

of the Four Warlords, wouldn’t miss such a clear opening to finish off Divine Drakebane. He immediately

like a missile, his zen staff raised high, descending with the ferocity of a

Robin chuckled, lying on his back in the snow, a sharp, cold smile on his face. “Anyone who

Robin’s words, sneered. “Divine Drakebane, I don’t

reverberated through the

the entire area,

out a

in just the right

deliver the fatal blow the head of the Snow Dragon, which lay in the Snow Dragon Pool, shot forward like a

yelled, struggling against the dragon’s grip. His ancient, unreadable eyes were filled with a

dragon’s reach. “Besides, what does it matter whether it’s a slimy or

“Ah!”

scream pierced the air as the warlord who had terrorized the World of Darkness for 50 vears was

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snow was a blood–soaked patch of earth, scattered bone

to Robin’s side, supporting

“Master Ramsey!”

“Master!”

“Mr. Ramsey!”

other martial artist who might try a surprise attack while

gunshot wounds, blood

were