The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1376

Robin struck like lightning, stomping Jaxon beneath his foot.

The elite young disciples of the Syndicate at Mount Netheris, as well as the Thirteen Guardians, were all left stunned.

Jaxon was ranked first among the youth elites of the Third Syndicate, possessing the cultivation of a Peak Grandmaster.

His father was Ryvor, the top Guardian of the Third Syndicate, a peak Warlord.

Ryvor was the strongest Guardian overseeing the Third Syndicate.

Jaxon's arrogance came from the power of his father, who had once been one of the most trusted and formidable Warlord-level warriors under the High Pontiff.

Despite this, Jaxon's utter weakness against Robin was unexpected, considering Robin was a rogue martial artist with low cultivation and no formal training.

He was easily trampled underfoot.

"You bastard, you ambushed me!" Jaxon roared in fury, struggling madly.

An explosive rage, fueled by the power of a Peak Grandmaster, seemed as if it might tear the entire mountain peak apart.

Since Jaxon had first risen to fame, he had always been a shining star in the annual Martial Arts Tournament of Mount Netheris.

He had never before experienced such humiliation, being stomped under someone's foot.

"Other than whining about being ambushed, can you say anything else?" Robin chuckled. "Even if you think I ambushed you, so what if I did? You attacked a 12-year-old boy by surprise before, and no one punished you for it! What I've done now is well within the boundaries of your so-called rules!"

"Impudent!" shouted Liorik, a Guardian of the Third Syndicate, slamming the table in front of him. "Release Jaxon immediately!"

Robin's foot pressed down even harder.

With a sickening crack, Jaxon's brow bone shattered, causing one of his eyeballs to pop out.

A chorus of screams echoed across the mountain peak.

Jaxon howled in agony, "You bastard! When I get up, I'll tear you into pieces!"

Robin stomped on Jaxon's wildly flailing left arm.

The sound of bones breaking was followed by Jaxon's blood-curdling scream, sending chills through Mount Netheris.

Liorik pointed furiously at Robin. "Scoundrel! Release Jaxon at once! Do you want me to strike you down myself?"

At that moment, the entire crowd of martial artists at Mount Netheris finally understood the seemingly insignificant rogue warrior standing on the stage had actually stomped Jaxon beneath his feet.

Even though Jaxon might not be the absolute best among the elite youth of the Netheris Syndicates, he was still a Peak Grandmaster. How could someone from a minor sect, a so-called lower-level martial artist, possibly compare?

Yet the facts were clear Jaxon had truly been crushed by this unknown rogue.

After eating a Bloodshade Fruit, Arthur gradually regained consciousness.

Seeing Robin pinning Jaxon to the ground so violently, he clapped in excitement. "Mr. Ramsey, I admire you so much!"

Hacyon hurriedly stopped her younger brother's impulsive behavior, afraid his actions would provoke the Thirteen Guardians on the judge's platform.

Yet as she gazed at Robin's tall and cold figure, her beautiful eyes narrowed sharply.

Hacyon couldn't believe that Robin was actually this powerful.

After a brief pause, Alessia slammed the table and stood.

His robe billowed as spiritual power erupted within him. A Warlord-level aura flared dramatically, and a palpable killing intent radiated from every part of him.

"Sir, you've gone too far! What you've done is a blatant provocation against our Netheris Syndicates!"

From a distance, Hacyon was completely stunned. Robin had just killed Jaxon, who was a Peak Grandmaster-level cultivator. It was an unbelievable act!

Until now, she had assumed Robin was just a martial artist with peak-level cultivation at most, not someone worth paying attention to.

When Robin had encouraged Arthur earlier, Hacyon had been full of resentment toward him.

She'd thought Robin was just boasting foolishly, completely ignorant of the awe-inspiring power of the top youth elites and Warlord-level warriors of the Netheris Syndicates.

His previous behavior had seemed like the laughable antics of someone who knew nothing.

Yet this one act had revealed Robin's true strength.

He had violently crushed a Peak Grandmaster's skull underfoot.

Furthermore, his nature was ruthless, cold-blooded, and merciless.

Committing such a brutal act in front of the Thirteen Guardians with Warlord level and numerous elite young disciples of the Syndicates meant there was now no possibility of escaping this situation unharmed.

Vania, a high-level Grandmaster from the First Syndicate, looked around at the carnage on the arena stage.

Turning toward Robin, who stood unwavering against the fierce mountain wind, she gave a bitter laugh. This year's Mount Netheris Martial Arts Tournament was clearly going to be anything but peaceful. With Jaxon dead, the Third Syndicate would undoubtedly seek retribution.