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.

all Four Warlords

is legendary–even his syndicate

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Rose

aura makes anyone below Grandmaster

Robin studied Jaxon’s approach.

energy–a tsunami contained

had to draw

World of Darkness, wouldn’t last three

impressive cultivation for

Third Syndicate’s Four Warlords and Eighteen Golden Armor Knights, excellence

Jaxon carried himself with the swagger

of the Warlords

stabbed toward Robin, his neck veins

Netheris‘ path froze, holding their breath for the impending

“Who is this nobody?”

he from the

got no

close to

rotting in unmarked graves.

a problem with

“Mr.

tugged his sleeve nervously. “Mr.

the boy’s hair. “If he’s in such a hurry to die,

palpable. A fierce battle was about

Onlookers sized up Robin.

completely insane… or he’s already

erupted with violent energy. “You just signed

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

the two women. My sister’s taking him

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her disciples with a glare. “Another word and you’ll lose your tongues.

her chin. “Master

if he has offended you in any way, wait until his meeting with Pontiff

didn’t waver as he shot

him, Hacyon–a mere First–rank Master–wasn’t

Netheris Syndicates, the Third Syndicate stood as the most

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

Talmud wished to see