The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm
Chapter 1239
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Chapter 1239 A Magnificent End
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For 20 days, the Borcalis night sky had been ravaged by blizzards. Then, suddenly, the storm stopped.
The thick, ancient clouds, once suffocating the land, cracked open. A brilliant, searing white light pierced through the darkness.
A full moon emerged, its icy glow cutting through the night.
Thousands of stars followed, each burning fiercely in the brief moment between seconds.
The moon’s cold rays washed over the endless snowfield.
The thick smoke still coiled in the air, heavy with the stench of death.
Blood had frozen, solidifying into jagged ice.
Lifeless bodies, torn apart by explosions, littered the frozen wasteland.
Each shattered corpse was a stark reminder: peace had never existed here.
The law of survival had always been simple: the strong survive, the weak fall.
Civilization? Harmony? Beauty? Illusions. Mere facades built by the powerful to conceal the truth.
Only those at the top knew the unflinching reality. In the end, the strongest fist decided everything.
Moonlight glinted off Gustov’s trembling body, casting a ghostly glow.
His arm–the one that had thrown countless punishing strikes–swelled with visible damage.
He understood now.
Robin had barely used 30% of his power during their exchange.
Had Robin gone all out, Gustov would’ve been nothing but a smear of blood after the first punch.
Gustov’s fury erupted. “Divine Drakebane! Why didn’t you use your full strength? Are you trying to mock me?!”
Robin’s gaze flicked up, his eyebrow arched lazily.
“The reason I didn’t use everything I had,” he said smoothly, “is because I remember the bond you shared with my grandfather, Dragon Lord.”
“Twenty punches of mercy are over.”
“From now on, we fight for our own reasons.”
“Get ready. I won’t hold back.”
Gustov froze, his rage replaced by a flicker of respect..
a brief spark of
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countless battles, clenched tighter, the force of 70 years of training
It.
punch came like an avalanche–unstoppable,
charged, his boots tearing through the frozen carth, leaving deep
massive frame rebounded, lifting
strike of
cold moonlight, his hair
of war,
power of
mountain, unshaken. With
The impact was deafening.
tore through the
moon trembled, as if it, too, had felt the
a hundred feet backward, his arm disintegrating midair into a spray of blood under the
the air like a missile,
himself, Robin’s fist
of it
in
his mouth, staining
glow of the moon was drowned in deep crimson–like a blade stained with
a flick of his wrist, Robin sent Gustov’s nearly six–foot–five frame flying another 150 feet, crashing to the
world fell still.
echoed, slow and deliberate, as he approached the struggling god
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in place, felt their hearts rise in their
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the air, thick as smoke, the calm
One spark. One mistake.
in a bloodbath
stood still, his eyes sharp
pounded in his chest, out of
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Zayden stepped in his way. “Mr. Morrison, think this through. Your arrogance might just get you killed by that monster’s
ran down
Drakebane was no
unfolding was the fight of the planet’s strongest
pawn who had risen through favors, had no right to
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