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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through countless battles, clenched tighter, the force of 70
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punch came like an avalanche–unstoppable,
the frozen carth, leaving deep
his massive frame rebounded,
each strike
the cold moonlight, his hair whipped
god of
of centuries packed into the
mountain, unshaken. With a single hand, he met Gustov’s furious
The impact was deafening.
crack tore through
the distant moon trembled, as if
backward, his arm disintegrating midair into a spray of blood under the
air
brace himself, Robin’s fist slammed into his
sound of it was
broad chest caved in
mouth, staining the pure
moon was drowned in deep crimson–like a blade stained with blood, lost in
a flick of his wrist, Robin sent Gustov’s nearly six–foot–five frame flying another 150 feet,
fell
slow and deliberate, as
a countdown. A toll. A death bell ringing
officials, frozen in place, felt their hearts
the end
of Tanqueria’s Cod of War shattered
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hung in the air, thick as smoke, the calm before the
One spark. One mistake.
would crupt in a bloodbath that would go down
still, his eyes sharp and
his chest, out
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way. “Mr. Morrison, think this through. Your arrogance might just get you
chill ran down
no one a diplomat like him
was the fight of the
had risen through
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