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.

trained in rotation by all Four Warlords and the Eighteen Golden

legendary–even his syndicate

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Jaxon Rose of

anyone below Grandmaster level

Robin studied Jaxon’s approach.

man radiated palpable energy–a tsunami contained in human

to draw

of the World

impressive cultivation for his

mentors like the Third Syndicate’s Four Warlords and

had clearly bred arrogance. Jaxon carried himself with

the Warlords

spat you out?” Jaxon’s finger stabbed toward Robin, his neck veins bulging. “How dare you insult my

on Mount Netheris‘ path froze, holding their

“Who is this nobody?”

he from the First

got no one

seems… pretty close to Hacyon

precious Warlords are rotting in unmarked graves. Yet here you are, still worshiping

have a problem with the

“Mr.

his sleeve nervously. “Mr.

he’s in such a hurry to die, I’ll oblige

palpable. A fierce battle was about to

Onlookers sized up Robin.

he’s

energy. “You just signed

“Master Rosel We don’t know where this man hails from. Maybe this outsider is

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

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argument quickly caught

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arrived. She scorched her disciples

she lifted her chin. “Master Rose, Pontiff

any way, wait until

waver as

mere First–rank

the Third Syndicate stood as the

Jaxon naturally looked down on someone of Hacyon’s cultivation

Pontiff Talmud wished to see