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.

rotation by all Four Warlords and the Eighteen Golden Armor

ruthlessness is legendary–even his

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Rose of the

anyone below Grandmaster level tremble

Robin studied Jaxon’s approach.

man radiated palpable energy–a tsunami contained in human

he had to draw a

ruler of the World

an impressive

Four Warlords and

arrogance. Jaxon carried himself with the swagger

the Warlords ignited

toward Robin, his neck veins bulging. “How

traveler on Mount Netheris‘ path froze, holding their breath for the impending

“Who is this nobody?”

he from the First

no one

seems… pretty close to Hacyon from the Ninth

in unmarked graves. Yet

you have a problem with

“Mr.

his sleeve nervously. “Mr.

hair. “If he’s in such a hurry to die, I’ll oblige

fierce battle was about to

Onlookers sized up Robin.

or he’s already beyond Peak

erupted with violent energy. “You just signed

their chance. “Master Rosel We don’t know where this man

sister’s taking him to Pontiff Talmud in the Ninth Syndicate! If you

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Rose of

argument quickly caught Hacyon’s

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voice cut through the tension as she arrived. She scorched her disciples with a glare. “Another word and you’ll lose

Jaxon, she lifted her chin. “Master

… if he has offended you in any way, wait until his meeting with Pontiff Talmud ends. Settle

waver as he shot Hacyon

mere First–rank Master–wasn’t worth

Netheris Syndicates, the Third Syndicate stood

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

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