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

ruthlessness is legendary–even his syndicate fears provoking

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aura makes anyone

Robin studied Jaxon’s approach.

man radiated palpable energy–a tsunami contained in

he had to draw a

the World of Darkness, wouldn’t last three rounds against

impressive cultivation

Four Warlords and Eighteen Golden Armor

himself with the swagger of someone who’d never

Robin’s dismissal of the

stabbed toward Robin, his neck veins

froze, holding their breath for

“Who is this nobody?”

from

got no one

seems… pretty close to Hacyon

rotting in unmarked graves. Yet here you

have a problem

“Mr.

tugged his sleeve nervously.

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

A fierce battle

Onlookers sized up Robin.

insane… or he’s already beyond

erupted with violent energy. “You just signed

where this man hails

sister’s taking him

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she arrived. She scorched her disciples with a glare. “Another word and you’ll

to Jaxon, she lifted her chin. “Master

way, wait until

as he shot Hacyon

him, Hacyon–a mere First–rank

Syndicates, the Third Syndicate

Jaxon naturally

Pontiff Talmud wished to see this

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