The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 1370

Chapter 1370 A Generation of Young Elites

The tournament grounds of the Martial Arts Tournament of Mount Netheris and spectator areas of Mount Netheris strictly prohibited the use of flying exotic beasts.

There were no exceptions–regardless of status.

Even the chief guardians of the major syndicates had to proceed on foot.

By 8 a.m., the mountain peak swarmed with elite fighters from the Netheris Syndicate and minor sects Ke the Black Faith Order.

Each young elite carried an aura of indomitable pride, their gazes sweeping dismissively over the crowds.

“Look–the one leading the procession! That’s Vania, Grandmaster of the First Syndicate! She was the first among our generation to break through to the Grandmaster realm!”

“Not only is Grandmaster Somerland peerlessly skilled, but her beauty rivals the heavens!”

Daphne followed the pointing fingers to a jade–skinned woman in azure robes, so exquisite she seemed carved from moonlight.

“I thought they claimed such looks were ‘ugly‘?” Daphne muttered.

“How does Vania qualify as a peerless beauty then?”

Arthur whispered, “Dad said noble houses use different standards.”

“Vania’s father is a Cardinal under the High Pontiff–so she’s judged by aristocratic metrics.

“Every year at the Martial Arts Tournament at Mount Netheris, the tournament finalists receives noble status from the High Pontiff himself.

“Once ennobled, they adopt elite privileges… including redefined beauty norms.”

Robin snorted. “What a cesspit–even appearances get rankings. This is ridiculous!

“The commoners here must be brainwashed to accept such nonsense.”

While they were throwing shades, another elite arrived.

The newcomer was built like a bear, broad–shouldered and rugged.

He had a thick beard covering his face. He was as fierce and imposing as a legendary warrior.

Frederick, the Second Syndicate’s

Syndicate; Reiss Ave, High–tier Grandmaster of the Fifth Syndicate; Aurelia Rein, Peak Grandmaster of the Sixth Syndicate; Bexley Brine, High–tier Grandmaster of the Seventh Syndicate; and

in this gathering of elites, the usual frost in her eyes melted

the Netheris Syndicates‘ rising generation, her cultivation was the

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lack of effort,

martial academies began combat training immediately,

of the Lightborn Sect, had ensured her curriculum included the Dark Syndicate’s indoctrination courses–mandatory for all

years, all her

seven years of seclusion

recurred annually,

eight elites before her had

worked twice as hard. Yet here she

weight of inferiority pressed

noticed his sister’s clenched fists and whispered, “You’re stronger than them. Dad said you were able to learn martial arts cultivation in

of

year, you could surpass them

of pain

force a smile upon seeing her brother’s warm

had resources I’ll never touch. I can never

years to First–rank Grandmaster–it took

you

Arthur shook his head.

of the Bloodshade Fruit, something we can never

it, even if I trained for decades, the highest I could reach would be Peak Master.

She gestured toward the gathering elites. “He was fed Bloodshade Fruit from age one. He was trained

how could we

voice dripped with resentment–not just at her limitations, but

which Peak Warlord

tenth son of the

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