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.

in rotation by all Four Warlords and the Eighteen

ruthlessness is legendary–even his syndicate

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his oppressive aura makes anyone

Robin studied Jaxon’s approach.

palpable energy–a tsunami

to draw a

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

had an impressive cultivation

Four Warlords and Eighteen Golden Armor Knights, excellence

Jaxon carried himself

dismissal of the Warlords ignited his

Jaxon’s finger stabbed toward Robin, his neck veins

path froze, holding their breath for

“Who is this nobody?”

from the First

got no one

close to Hacyon

unmarked graves. Yet here

a problem with

“Mr.

sleeve

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

palpable. A fierce battle

Onlookers sized up Robin.

he’s completely insane… or he’s already beyond Peak

violent energy. “You just signed your

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

two women. My sister’s taking him to Pontiff Talmud

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argument quickly

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cut through the tension as she arrived. She scorched her disciples with a glare. “Another word and

to Jaxon, she lifted her chin. “Master

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

didn’t waver as he

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

the Third Syndicate stood as the most

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

that Pontiff Talmud wished to see this