The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1383

There was only silence.

An eerie, suffocating silence ...

Atop Mount Netheris, every living creature stood frozen in this moment of time.

The ancient winds still blew fiercely, while the perennial vines and leaves fluttered like frightened birds, struggling and swaying desperately.

Vania, watching from the sidelines, found herself questioning her entire life.

Years of painstaking cultivation had finally elevated her to the ranks of the elite.

She had believed that with endless resources at his disposal, Alessia's martial arts cultivation was the pinnacle for the young generation in the Netheris Domain.

Yet, Robin's arrival shattered that myth with a single punch.

This enigmatic young man had reached unprecedented levels of strength!

Facing the cold winds on the mountaintop, Vania gazed at the man who set her heart racing. Her eyes reflected complete bewilderment.

His tall, commanding figure, handsome and resolute face, and eyes as deep as the starry sea captivated her completely.

His ruthless methods, indifferent demeanor, and every word he spoke struck her like thunder.

Everything about him ensnared her!

Robin's words resonated with the light she had hidden deep within her heart for so many years.

From childhood to adulthood, she had witnessed the immense helplessness, silence, and despair of countless living beings in the Netheris Domain.

Everything she had seen and heard over the years continually eroded her perception and fantasies about the Dark Syndicate.

As a child, she had fervently vowed to train hard for the strength and glory of Netheris. She dreamed of one day reaching the pinnacle of martial arts, hoping to stand out and dedicate her youth and blood to the empire and her syndicate.

But as time passed and life wore her down, she began to doubt herself. Was she losing her sanity, or had she been living in the lies of the Syndicate the whole time?

The Dark Syndicate's Martial Creed clearly proclaimed that all efforts and sacrifices were for the welfare of the people of Netheris.

But at the end of her cultivation, she found that all the sacrifices of the faithful were just to feed the ambitions and indulgences of the High Pontiff's family.

Mountains and rivers remained the same, as did the solemn oaths.

But generation after generation of Netheris citizens continued to suffer, while the High Pontiff's family grew fatter, richer, and more extravagant.

"Brat, you're courting death!"

Leonic Leigh, chief guardian of the Second Syndicate, shattered the tense silence atop Mount Netheris with a roar, then launched a powerful punch at Robin from five yards away.

With a booming explosion, a dense black sphere hurtled toward Robin like a speeding steel freight train.

Before the iron fist even reached him, its fierce wind was already upon him.

Leonic's punch, like an act of God, caused a tidal wave around the arena that forced low-rank warriors to prostrate on the ground. Only warriors ranked Master and above managed to remain standing.

This punch clearly signaled Leonic's entrance into the Pseudo Sanctified Realm.

As Second Syndicate's chief guardian, he had broken through the Highest Wargod realm ten years ago.

The subsequent ten years of grueling training in harsh conditions had finally elevated him to the Pseudo Sanctified Realm.

Across the Netheris Domain, such figures were exceedingly rare.

Robin stood in the center of the stage, his arms behind his back, his expression indifferent.

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