The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

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The Deadly Assassin Robin.

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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.

that had chaned his era To him

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standing face to face with Divine Drakebane, Gustov

a feeling he had never experienced before: a cold,

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was something beyond comprehension,

of his time.

a myth, a tale to be

a force of nature–unstoppable,

power that radiated from Robin was so intense, it crushed the air itself. It seeped into every corner, a force so

fear was

for a moment, he

Robin’s exterior, searching for any

Nothing but cold,

surged from Robin was vast, swallowing everything in its path. It was

of dominance

It was in his

force in the world was fearlessness. Courage with no flaw.

force, anything

become giants.

highest state–the absence

shape the world with their

that clawed at his throat to

steadied himself. His voice softened. “Mr. Drakebane, please. Calm

here to solve a problem, not to get in trouble with

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

a bit of the deadly energy, but it still lingered

get it. When I was younger, I never was one to think ahead

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thin Jiffon….”

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