The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 1369 Jaxon Rose of the Third Syndicate

92%

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 Golden

ruthlessness is legendary–even

31

x.92%

Jaxon Rose of

aura makes anyone below Grandmaster level tremble like

Robin studied Jaxon’s approach.

man radiated palpable energy–a tsunami contained in

to

of the World of Darkness,

had an impressive cultivation

like the Third Syndicate’s Four Warlords and Eighteen

bred arrogance. Jaxon carried himself with the swagger of someone who’d never been

dismissal of the Warlords ignited his

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

Mount Netheris‘ path froze, holding

“Who is this nobody?”

from the First

got no

to Hacyon from the

Warlords are rotting in unmarked graves. Yet here

you have a problem with

“Mr.

his sleeve

he’s in such a hurry to

palpable. A fierce battle

Onlookers sized up Robin.

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

with violent energy. “You just signed your death

hags saw their chance. “Master Rosel We don’t know where this man hails from. Maybe

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

31 May

Jaxon Rose of the

quickly caught

92%

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

“Master Rose, Pontiff Talmud has

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

waver as he shot Hacyon a

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

Netheris Syndicates, the Third Syndicate stood

Third Syndicate’s top young elite, Jaxon naturally

had mentioned that Pontiff Talmud wished to see this man–and