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.

by all Four Warlords

man’s ruthlessness is legendary–even

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Rose of the Third

makes anyone

Robin studied Jaxon’s approach.

palpable energy–a tsunami

he had to draw a

of the World of Darkness,

an impressive cultivation for

Warlords and Eighteen Golden Armor Knights, excellence was

bred arrogance. Jaxon carried himself

of the

out?” Jaxon’s finger stabbed toward Robin, his neck veins bulging. “How

Netheris‘ path froze, holding

“Who is this nobody?”

from the

no one like

pretty close to Hacyon from the Ninth

in unmarked graves.

have a

“Mr.

sleeve

Robin ruffled the boy’s hair. “If he’s in such

tension became palpable. A fierce

Onlookers sized up Robin.

he’s already beyond Peak Grandmaster

violent energy. “You just

saw their chance. “Master Rosel We don’t know where this man hails from. Maybe this outsider is from an evil

at the two women. My sister’s taking him to Pontiff Talmud in the Ninth Syndicate! If

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quickly caught

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She scorched her disciples with a glare. “Another

to Jaxon, she lifted her chin. “Master Rose, Pontiff Talmud has

in any way, wait until his meeting with Pontiff Talmud ends. Settle your

sneer didn’t waver as he shot

him, Hacyon–a mere

the Netheris Syndicates, the Third Syndicate stood as

Syndicate’s top young elite, Jaxon naturally looked down on someone of Hacyon’s cultivation

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