The Deadly Assassin Robin

The Deadly Assassin Robli

Chapter 1192 I’ve Never Pretended to be Noble!

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Gabriel, you may think you’ve found the perfect moment to strike down Divine Drakebane, but you won’t be able to claim the ancient relic for yourselff”

Jessiah and the other two warlords quickly made their way toward Robin.

They weren’t about to let Gabriel take the relic, one that they had waited decades to get their hands on, without a fight.

The Four Warlords, who had previously stayed back and watched, suddenly moved toward Robin, causing an immediate stir among everyone.

The Nevilles, Phoenix Vanguard, Catherine, Maverick, rendon, Elliott, and others, who had been locked in a violent battle with the super warriors from the World of Darkness, now saw Robin’s condition through the blinding snow. His body was covered in blood, and bullet holes marked his skin.

At that moment, Gabriel, the leader of the Four Warlords, prepared to land the final blow, seizing the opportunity while Robin’s life hung by a thread.

Those close by could only watch helplessly as nothing could be done to save him.

Catherine and the others exchanged despairing looks, their urgency growing as they rushed to Robin’s side. “Master Ramsey …

But even with all their speed, they too far to reach him in time.

More importantly, Gabriel was standing just behind Robin’s wounded form, making it impossible to shoot without risking hitting Robin instead.

The other three warlords were closing in, ready to trap and finish Robin off.

There was no way they could save Robin.

Jane, moving with lightning speed, rushed forward. “Gabriel, you old monster! If you kill my mentor, I’ll tear you apart!”

Gabriel laughed loudly. “No one alive can defeat me! Little girl, if you want to die, just wait. I’ll make that happen for you!”

Tristan and Anthony arrived soon after, both filled with hopelessness.

They knew better than anyone how many of the world’s super martial arts masters had fallen to Gabriel’s zen staff.

Even legends like the Dragon Slayer, Elijah, and other grandmasters had struggled to survive against him.

In this moment, Robin, already weakened by multiple gunshots, was in no condition to fight back. His body was failing him–his reflexes, his speed–everything was far below his usual strength.

And now, facing not just any fighter, but Gabriel, the top martial artist in the world, Robin’s situation was critical.

Gabriel raised his zen staff, gathering all his strength and speed into one final, devastating strike.

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He only had one purpose how to kill Divine Drakeban and take the ancient relic for himself.

Robin was as good as death.

Divine Drakebane, diel Gabriel shouted, his staff aim at Robin’s head.

“No! Master Ramsey!” Jane screamed, tears streaming down her face.

Catherine. Elliott, Maverick, and Brendon could only watch in horror and disbelief.

In the cold, desolate Snow Valley, their cries of despair were the only sounds in the silence.

“Old fool, my life, my life isn’t yours to take!”

Despite his severe condition, Robin’s spirit refused to fade, the aura of a battle–hardened warrior radiating from him.

“Even with all these bullets in me, I will not die by the hand of your filthy zen staff!”

Just as Gabriel’s zen staff was about to crush Robin’s skull, Robin made a quick move to the left, leaping 30 feet away in an instant, then rolling to the ground.

Gabriel, the leader of the Four Warlords, wouldn’t miss such a clear opening to finish off Divine Drakebane. He immediately followed Robin’s movement, launching himself into the air.

Gabriel came down on Robin like a missile, his zen staff raised high, descending with the ferocity of a hawk diving for its prey.

“Old fool, looks like you’ve lost your touch!” Robin chuckled, lying on his back in the snow, a sharp, cold smile on his face. “Anyone who tries to kill me won’t live to see it happen.”

Gabriel, baffled by Robin’s words, sneered. “Divine Drakebane, I don’t have time for your games–just die!”

A loud bang reverberated through the air.

A shadow suddenly loomed over the entire area, casting everything in darkness.

Robin let out a laugh.

Gabriel was completely unaware that Robin had positioned himself in just the right spot to draw him into the dragon’s range. noveldrama

As Gabriel’s zen staff was about to deliver the fatal blow the head of the Snow Dragon, which lay in the Snow Dragon Pool, shot forward like a bolt of lightning and clamped its massive jaws down on Gabriel.

“Divine Drakebane, you slimy bastard!” Gabriel yelled, struggling against the dragon’s grip. His ancient, unreadable eyes were filled with a burning resentment and fury.

“I’ve never pretended to be noble,” Robin replied, swiftly moving out of the dragon’s reach. “Besides, what does it matter whether it’s a slimy or noble method when it comes to taking out scum like you?”

“Ah!”

A gut–wrenching scream pierced the air as the warlord who had terrorized the World of Darkness for 50 vears was shredded by the white dragon’s razor–sharp teeth.

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All that remained in the pure white snow was a blood–soaked patch of earth, scattered bone fragments, and Gabriel’s lifeless eyes, still wide open, refusing to accept his end.

Catherine, Jane, and the others rushed to Robin’s side, supporting his wavering body.

“Master Ramsey!”

“Master!”

“Mr. Ramsey!”

They gathered around him, staying alert for any other martial artist who might try a surprise attack while also examining Robin’s wounds.

Robin was riddled with 18 gunshot wounds, blood pouring from each one.

And they were all high–explosive rounds.

Everyone knew that, in this state, not even a god could save him.

Tears streamed down Jane’s face as she quickly reached for a special hemostatic powder from her family and sprinkled it over Robin’s injuries.

“How could this happen?” Catherine said, her voice filled with regret. “Master Ramsey, this is all our fault

In that moment, no one could find the right words to express the regret, helplessness, or bitter frustration they all felt. The air fell silent.

Maverick, Brendon, and Elliott–these third–generation warriors who had never faced real adversity- bowed deeply before Robin.

None of them could have ever imagined that their mission to Snow Valley would end in such monumental failure.

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The biggest mistake had been trusting the Tanqueria forces, distancing themselves from Robin, and allowing this regret to become permanent.

Those scheming wolves had never truly seen them as allies; to them, it had always been about power and

control.

Cassian, Tristan, and Anthony approached Robin. “Mr. Ramsey, how are you holding up?”

Robin managed a faint smile. “Maybe … I should stay here.

“But before I leave this world, I will find Baird. I won’t die without killing the bastard.”

“But in your condition, it’s not looking good,” Cassian said, his brow furrowing. “Mr. Ramsey, let us seek vengeance for you…

Robin took a deep breath. “No, you leave right now! Vengeance is mine to seek. No one else should get involved.

“Besides, you can’t kill Baird.”

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Tristan insisted. “Mr. Ramsey, let us take you back. The Longevity Pool water might save you.”

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“No need!” Robin replied softly, a faint smile still on his lips. “As long as the bullet stays in me, I can last for another three days.

“Those three days are more important than anything. Before I die, I’ll drag Baird straight to hell with me!”

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