The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 973

Chapter 973 Your Feelings Are Irrelevant
The video center in the L2 Mystic Realm Command Center was deathly silent.

Eighty commanders-in-chief and the entire supervisory enforcement team for the Mystic Realm War Games understood the weight behind the words of the Dragon Soul Special Forces' commander-in-chief.

Although the Dragon Soul Special Forces had been in a perpetual state of dormancy for years, no competing team from any region dared underestimate this slumbering beast.

It was a beast that had yet to unleash its full fury. Once provoked, its wrath could destroy the Earth.

Throughout millennia of change and turmoil, this slumbering giant had never fallen in the ancient East.

Though it endured humiliation, hardship, and unwarranted provocations, it remained undefeated, its presence commanding respect and fear. Time and again, history had proven that those who dared challenge its limits would meet a grim fate.

Its fierce spirit and violent resolve had never faded from this great planet.

After a moment of silence in the Command Center, Surman Middleton, the commander-in-chief of the Peacock Kingdom, activated the public player.

"Commander-in-chief Ramsey, are you deliberately trying to provoke an unpleasant dispute?

"Are you implying that the Dragon Soul Special Forces disregard principles and the rules of the game?"

Robin sneered. "You resorted to dirty tricks behind others' backs, instigating the Rattlesnake Special Forces to engage in those despicable, thieving acts. That alone is disgraceful and shows your utter disregard for principles. What right do you have to accuse us?

"Your underhanded schemes failed, and now you're hiding behind so-called humanitarianism and game rules.

"This is no longer a debate about competition rules. This is about taking the Dragon Soul Special Forces as your opponent.

"If that's the case, I can declare right now that the Dragon Soul will cast aside all constraints of ethics and rules to show certain fools what a worthy adversary truly looks like!"

Robin's words left Surman speechless.

The Command Center fell into a suffocating silence once again.

Everyone began to realize that this year's Dragon Soul Special Forces commander-in-chief was unlike his predecessors.

He didn't waste time protesting or haggling over irrelevant conditions.

What he offered was simple: the absolute elimination of anyone who dared provoke the Dragon Soul.

From the moment Robin ordered a brutal strike against the Rattlesnake Team members, it became clear that he wasn't one for empty words. He was a commander of action, one with true grit.

After a brief pause, Cyril Higgins, the special envoy of the Thalrex Order, announced that the Dragon Soul Special Forces had committed no violations and dismissed the complaints from the Rattlesnake Special Forces and Peacock Kingdom Special Forces.

Additionally, Cyril and the competition's enforcement team clarified a rule.

During the competition, if any team disregards the rules to infringe upon another team's interests, the opposing team may file a complaint or retaliate in kind—even excessively so, if warranted.

The primary purpose of the International Military Skills Competition is to cultivate steely guardians of human justice and Earth's safety—not to glorify despicable, cowardly, and hypocritical behavior.

In the face of brutal war, enemies will not speak of friendship, humanitarianism, or harmonious coexistence. They speak only of defending or attacking.

For instance, if Earth were attacked by an unknown extraterrestrial force, those beings wouldn't care about humanity's ideas of morality or rules.

Dana's eyes filled with tears as she pleaded pitifully. "Brendon, I know I was wrong. Please, just give me one more chance. I've always admired men like you. After witnessing your skills earlier, I can't help but be completely captivated by you ... "

"D*mn! I don't care what you say. There's no way I'm falling for your games again." Brendon turned away coldly.

"You're all such jerks!" Dana sobbed. "Brendon, I mean it—I'm telling the truth this time."

Brendon smirked. "Fine. Admire me from afar, then." Without a backward glance, he rejoined his Dragon Soul comrades, climbing steadily toward the second peak.

The members of the Rattlesnake Team watched in frustration as the energized and focused Dragon Soul Special Forces continued their ascent. Lacking both energy and water, they knew that even if they managed to climb the mountain, they'd likely die of hunger or thirst before long.

Nester, the Rattlesnake team leader, stormed up to the Peacock Kingdom Special Forces. His face was dark with rage. "Melvin, we're out of everything now. What do you suggest we do?"

Melvin shrugged nonchalantly. "Not my problem."

"You ... " Nester growled, his fury barely contained. "If we hadn't followed your suggestion to steal Dragon Soul's supplies, we wouldn't be in this mess!"

"I think you should share half of your supplies with us," Nester demanded.

Melvin smirked and shrugged again. "That's your fault for being stupid. There's no way we're sharing our energy with you."

With that, Melvin ordered his team to move out, ignoring the Rattlesnake Team's angry shouts.

Nester clenched his fists in fury, his voice trembling as he roared, "D*mn it! We're going to settle this with you once and for all!"