The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

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The Deadly Assassin Robin.

Chapter 1236 More Than a Threat

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The moment Robin unleashed the power of the Dragonblood Stone, the air trembled with raw, unrelenting force. It was as if the very atmosphere itself had been torn asunder,

Within seconds, a crushing pressure descended upon everything within a hundred meters, suffocating the life out of the land itself.

Gustov, Tanqueria’s legendary God of War, felt the shockwave hit him. His officers behind him staggered, their legs unsteady, barely able to keep their ground.

Some of the older men, frail and weak, crumpled to the ground, gasping for air, their only lifeline the oxygen tanks they clung to..

Even Gustov, standing at the peak of martial power, felt his legs tremble, struggling to withstand the immense force. The energy was too much, too overpowering.

Behind Robin, Alexander, Jane, and Anthony were thrown backward, sent sprawling several meters away, struggling to steady themselves.

But the most astonishing sight was the snow. Thick, dense snow within a ten–yard radius of Robin simply vanished–disintegrated in an instant, as if it had never been.

The cold northern winds that had screamed toward them suddenly stopped, as though struck by an invisible wall.

It felt like the world had fractured, and in that broken space, Robin stood, a towering force of destruction.

His body radiated power, each movement, each breath, exuding the force of a war god.

For a brief, suffocating moment, everything stilled. The earth held its breath.

Gustov, his heart pounding, fought to steady himself. Bloodlust surged within him, a tide of fury and fear that he struggled to suppress.

He focused, narrowing his eyes at Robin, seeing him not through stories or images, but in the flesh. The so- called Divine–level the one known as Divine Drakebane.

He had studied Robin’s feats–the wars, the battles, the vengeance–and yet, even in all his knowledge, he had never truly grasped the scale of it.

The battle at Sakurania, the fight at Mount Fuoco, the vengeance he exacted on the Rivers family, the killing of Dubh, Elaria’s top grandmaster, and more.

Now, he took down Tanqueria Northwest Defense Base all by himself.

The videos, the photos–they were just glimpses of a legend, distant and abstract.

To Gustov, legends were not threats.

He had stood alongside the fiercest warriors, the mightiest fighters.

namas that had chaned his era To him

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face with Divine

deep within him, a feeling he had never experienced before: a cold, creeping

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screamed that Robin’s power was something beyond comprehension, beyond even the

of his time.

a myth,

was a force of nature–unstoppable, incomprehensible, and

intense, it crushed the air itself.

martial arts, fear was

wavered, even for a

old eyes tried to cut through Robin’s exterior, searching

was nothing. Nothing but

everything in its path. It was an all- consuming

of dominance in the World of

power wasn’t just in his strength. It was in his absolute certainty, his disregard for

world was fearlessness. Courage with no flaw.

a force, anything

weak could become giants. The powerless

the highest state–the absence of

could shape the world with

that

His voice softened. “Mr. Drakebane, please. Calm down. Let

here to solve a problem, not

both represent something bigger than ourselves. Please, don’t let a moment of anger lead to something we can’t

was dark, cold. He pulled back a bit of the deadly energy, but it

get it. When I was younger,

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thin Jiffon….”

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