The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 1369 Jaxon Rose of the Third Syndicate

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The two grotesque women from the previous night pushed through the crowd, their beady eyes burning into Robin with pure hatred.

“Priestess Hacyon was right–you’re utterly delusional!” one spat.

“The Four Warlords who once dominated Netheris? You’re not fit to lick their boots!”

Robin smirked. “Still gargling the Syndicate’s lies, I sec. Tell me, hogs–what have you ever done besides worship shadows?

“Just look at yourselves, acting like deluded fools.

“Those ‘Warlords‘ would crumble under one punch from me.”

The women’s lumpy faces twisted in rage, their sausage fingers twitching as if itching to strike.

The provocation sent ripples through the gathered warriors who were here for the Martial Arts Tournament of Mount Netheris.

“Who does this trash think he is? He dares to disrespect the Third Syndicate’s legends!”

A thunderous voice cracked through the murmurs.

“Do you even know what kind of force the Four Warlords were back then?

“Under the High Pontiff, Netheris Syndicate flourished because of the Four Warlords and the Eighteen Golden Armor Knights. The Third Syndicate shaped eras with a glance.

“And you think you can eclipse them? You reek of madness.”

Robin searched for the voice and saw a group of ten men marching toward him.

A towering figure with muscles like steel cables led them. He looked to be 30 years old.

His eyes harbored a chilling murderous intent as they locked on Robin.

Arthur whispered in Robin’s ears. “Mr. Ramsey, that’s Jaxon Rose. The Third Syndicate’s Peak Grandmaster.”

Jaxon began striding toward Robin.

The crowd parted to make a way for him.

“That’s Jaxon from the Third Syndicate.”

“They say he’s already hit the Peak Grandmaster!”

“He’s ranked first in the entire Third Syndicate!”

“Rumor says he’s Warlord Gabriel’s final disciple.

in rotation by all Four Warlords and the Eighteen Golden

is legendary–even his

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Jaxon Rose of the Third

his oppressive aura makes anyone below Grandmaster level tremble like

Robin studied Jaxon’s approach.

palpable energy–a tsunami contained in

to draw

World of Darkness, wouldn’t last three rounds against

had an impressive

mentors like the Third Syndicate’s Four Warlords and

Jaxon carried himself with the swagger of someone who’d never been

dismissal of the Warlords

Jaxon’s finger stabbed toward Robin, his neck veins

Mount Netheris‘ path froze, holding their breath for the

“Who is this nobody?”

from the

no one

seems… pretty close to

chuckled. “Your precious Warlords are rotting in unmarked graves. Yet here you

have a problem with the

“Mr.

his sleeve

he’s in such a hurry to

A fierce battle was about

Onlookers sized up Robin.

he’s already beyond

with violent energy. “You just signed your death

We don’t know where this man hails from. Maybe

two women. My sister’s taking him to Pontiff Talmud in the Ninth

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argument quickly caught

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her disciples with a glare.

Jaxon, she lifted her chin. “Master Rose, Pontiff

you in any way, wait until his meeting

didn’t waver as he shot

mere First–rank Master–wasn’t

Syndicates, the Third Syndicate stood as the most

Third Syndicate’s top young elite, Jaxon naturally looked down on someone

Hacyon had mentioned that Pontiff Talmud wished to see this man–and that gave