The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 886

The Deadly Assassin Robin 

Chapter 886 Go Down Swinging 

The training field at Wolfsbane Summit’s military base was eerily quiet. 

All eyes were locked on Bill. 

Though what he said might have been true, it was incredibly out of place in this setting. 

His words could very well destroy his career. 

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Bill, a mere lower–ranking officer, stood before 12 men–lieutenant generals, national heroes, and legends. 

These men had likely earned more medals in their lifetime than Bill had ever seen. 

Among the crowd were eight legendary Senior Generals from the Eight Great Royal Houses, who rarely made public appearances. 

Today, they were all here to support the Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Soul. 

In Draconia, only Robin and these 12 national heroes could summon such an impressive assembly. 

These warriors had been personally trained by the Dragon Lord. 

They had once been young, full of ambition, and forged legacies of courage and strength that secured Draconia’s safety and pride through their sacrifices and valor. 

Though their faces may have aged, the glory and the fire that once burned in their hearts could never be extinguished. 

Their military spirit was the very foundation of Draconia’s peace and prosperity. 

As long as that spirit endured, the nation’s pillars would remain unshaken. 

Bill stepped forward. “Lieutenant Colonel Bill Lineker reporting for duty!” 

The elite trainees in the center of the arena immediately straightened. 

Most of them shared Bill’s mindset. 

After nearly 40 days of intense training and three rounds of harsh eliminations, they were still here at Wolfsbane Summit, a testament to their strength and pride. 

Their excellent performance set them apart from every other soldier in the military. 

It was the confidence of those who stood at the top. 

“Commander–in–chief, am I allowed to choose any of the 12 generals for a match?” 

“Of course!” Robin answered, pointing to the 12 seats of the Great Warriors. 

“Pick anyone you think is the weakest or the strongest, and fight them. 

“If you win, you pass right away, no final round necessary! 

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Bill didn’t hesitate. “I’ll pick the one who looks the weakest!” 

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The arena fell into silence. Then, a voice broke the quiet. “Yeah! 

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“Bill, you should choose the strongest general! You’re the best here; why pick the weakest?” Talia shouted, disrupting the stillness. 

Immediately, other trainees joined in. “Bill, Talia’s right. Don’t let us down; pick the toughest general!” 

“The strongest The strongest!” 

The arena buzzed with energy. 

Bill raised his hand to quiet them, standing tall and confident. “I’m not dumb! 

“The Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Soul aren’t ordinary men. 

“I may be talking big, but I know I couldn’t beat the strongest among them. 

“Besides, the Commander–in–chief said, if I win, I pass immediately!” 

Before Bill could pick his opponent, Gavin muttered, “You’re digging your own grave. 

“With your skills, even if you trained for another ten years, you wouldn’t stand a chance against any of them. 

“They’re top–tier experts trained by the Dragon Lord himself. 

“Few people, even in Draconia or the whole world, could defeat them.” 

Bill scoffed. “You’re just talking nonsense. 

“I know about their glorious pasts; they’re my idols. 

“But idols are meant to inspire, not be worshipped blindly!” 

Gavin was at a loss for words. “You’ve lost your mind.” 

Bill nodded. “Yes, I’m mad! But to succeed, I need to first go mad! If I beat them, I’ll pass and have something to brag about! 

“Youth equals power! These generals have been retired for years. They haven’t fought in ages. 

“Even if they were strong before, their real–time combat skills have long since faded!” 

Gavin’s frustration was clear. 

“Bill, you’re going to regret this arrogance!” 

“I don’t care.” Bill shrugged. “A young person has to take some risks. What matters is what you learn from 

it.” 

“Damn it! A donkey can be tied up if it goes mad, but a person? That’s hopeless!” Gavin muttered, shaking his head and glancing at Bill with sympathy. 

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At this point, all he could do was offer advice and hope for a miracle. 

“Bill, if you really want to fight, pick General Grayson. 

“He used to be the weakest of the Twelve Great Warriors. 

“But even so, when Wilson and I teamed up, we couldn’t beat him.” 

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Bill shook his head. “I’m not picking him. General Grayson seems strong. He’s been at Dragon Palace all this time, so his skills should still be sharp.” 

Gavin sighed, resigned. “You should listen to me.” 

“I won’t!” Bill turned away stubbornly. “You’re all in on this together!” 

“Fine, fine… it’s your choice!” Gavin laughed helplessly. So, who are you picking?” 

Bill’s eyes lingered on Franco, who stood beside Jack. 

Franco looked pale, his eyes glazed over, almost lifeless. 

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On closer inspection, his breathing was weak, and Bill worried that he might not even survive the match. 

“I’ll pick him,” Bill muttered. 

Gavin’s eyes widened in shock as he followed Bill’s gaze. He gasped. “You’re picking General Whalen? Bill, are you trying to get yourself killed-” 

Before Gavin could say more, Bill stepped forward. “Commander–in–chief Ramsey, I choose to fight General Whalen!” 

Robin slowly turned to Franco. 

The Senior Generals from the Eight Great Royal Houses and the Special Forces laughed quietly. 

Franco’s cold expression barely shifted as he raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you want to fight me?” 

“Yes, General Whalen!” Bill snapped to attention. “Considering your long time away from combat and your age, I’ll go easy on you.” 

Gavin rushed forward, scolding, “Bill, how can you speak so disrespectfully to General Whalen?!” 

Franco stood up, raising a hand to silence Gavin. Then he turned to Bill, his voice cold. “You’re arrogant.” 

Bill answered without hesitation. “General Whalen, when facing formidable opponents, arrogance is necessary! Even if I lose, I’ll go down swinging!” 

A faint smile crossed Franco’s usually stern face. “Good. I’ll indulge you.”