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.

Four Warlords

is legendary–even his syndicate fears provoking

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Rose of the

his oppressive aura makes anyone below

Robin studied Jaxon’s approach.

energy–a tsunami

to

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

an impressive cultivation

like the Third Syndicate’s Four Warlords

arrogance. Jaxon carried himself

Robin’s dismissal of the

out?” Jaxon’s finger stabbed toward Robin, his neck veins

on Mount Netheris‘ path froze, holding

“Who is this nobody?”

from the

no

to Hacyon from the

precious Warlords are rotting in unmarked graves. Yet here you

have a

“Mr.

tugged his sleeve nervously. “Mr.

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

fierce battle

Onlookers sized up Robin.

insane… or he’s already beyond Peak Grandmaster

fists erupted with violent energy. “You just signed your

where this man hails from.

him to Pontiff Talmud in the Ninth Syndicate! If you interfere

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Jaxon Rose of the

quickly

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her disciples with a

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

wait until his meeting with Pontiff Talmud

didn’t waver as he

mere First–rank

Third Syndicate stood as the most

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

wished to see this man–and that

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