The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 1146

The top warriors of Elaria finally understood the true terror of Divine Drakebane.

Robin had unlocked the secret to every achievement, comprehending the deepest essence of martial arts.

At its core, martial arts was about the art of killing.

Beyond the unpredictable and terrifying skills to kill, the most crucial elements were power and speed that no one could match.

The greatest law within Earth's atmosphere, or rather, the resistance that hinders one's will, is the force of gravity that pulls everything toward the center.

If one possesses extraordinary speed and strength beyond imagination, they can transcend all the fundamental laws of the universe.

Robin had already acquired such abilities.

When he slaughtered his enemies, he wasted no time, nor did he hesitate.

Each strike, every movement, was aimed directly at their vital points, ending their lives in one fatal blow.

This was the essence of an unwavering will that transcended all limitations.

Broadly speaking, everything in the world—wealth, status, and fame—follows the same rule.

Anything sought externally will lead to failure.

But if one turns inward, seeking mastery of oneself, then the peak is inevitable.

Deviating from this principle only leads to failure, with tragic outcomes.

The sole purpose of Robin standing here today was to kill Dubh in the coldest, most brutal way possible.

He would tear away Dubh's carefully crafted façade of virtue.

Before the masses, Dubh was a Grandmaster revered by all.

Behind the scenes, however, he exploited others for his own selfish desires.

Robin, with his supreme martial prowess, regarded the greatest Grandmasters like Elijah and Dubh as nothing more than ants beneath his feet.

Revenge on Dubh was not about how he would die—it was about choosing the most fitting way to end it.

Killing him and breaking his spirit were both necessary to erase Robin's hatred.

Whenever Robin thought of the despair in his mother's eyes as she was killed by these murderers.

He remembered the helplessness of the innocent souls at Dragon Manor, unable to defend themselves in the face of death.

Robin longed to devour the flesh, drink the blood, and break the bones of all the murderers who took part in that massacre.

The chilling mountain wind blew, the brilliant sunrise, and the always proud, silent Kirie Mountain stood cold and unmoved.

The revered image of the once-great Grandmaster, shrouded in mystery and power, began to crumble instantly!

Dubh, a figure revered as a god for half a century in Elaria, now appeared insignificant before Divine Drakebane.

Sixty-three years of training—had it all been a waste?

Most onlookers could not grasp the more profound meaning of what was happening.

But Thorne seemed to sense it.

His entire body trembled with excitement, his eyes glowing with understanding, and he could not help but bow before Robin in a gesture of respect for his teacher.

This was the combat essence he had spent 30 years seeking but never understood.

The speed of the duel between two combat experts comes from the ability to predict the opponent's every move.

One must determine the shortest attack distance and calculate the perfect moment to strike.

Finally, you land a killing blow.

This was the invincibility that Divine Drakebane embodied.

At this moment, Dubh's composure was shattered.

Desperate and dangerous, the eyes that had waited and aged through the years suddenly flashed with a deadly intent.

He had once believed that his 63 years of hard training would be enough to defeat Robin.

With the ancient relic in his grasp, he would become the god of the martial society.

"Today, you are lucky. I will send you to hell with this sword. You can join your family in hell!"

With those words, Dubh directed the blade at Robin.

In an instant, Soulrapier unleashed its full power. It carried the thick power from Dubh's 63 years of hard training, and the momentum rushed forward with overwhelming force to crush Robin.

The spectators were forced back by the ferocity of the blade's aura, retreating ten yards in fear.

Dubh was, after all, a Grandmaster.

His skills were unmatched.

As the Soulrapier was unsheathed, the battle on the mountaintop turned in an instant.

Divine Drakebane, who had been overpowering the legendary Grandmaster Dubh with his immense strength, now found his power rendered meaningless under the Soulrapier's power.

In the blink of an eye, the twenty-year-old grudge between them was about to be settled.

Hundreds of watching eyes were transfixed on them, witnessing the sharp blade of Soulrapier poised at Robin's neck, just a fraction of a second away from ending his life.

It would take only a millisecond, and Robin's path of vengeance would be over, while Dubh's legendary victory would be sealed.

The warriors who had been grieving just moments ago now looked on in awe as Dubh salvaged the last shred of honor for Elaria's martial society in the final moments.

Vera almost shouted in disbelief.

Daphne, gripping her short sword tightly, declared with certainty, "Mr. Ramsey is invincible!"

With a sharp crack, the hopes of Dubh's 20 years were shattered.

The once-glorious Soulrapier, with all its past honor, froze in a brilliant flash of light.

Then, it fell from grace.

The cold wind howled; the fading rays of sunlight seemed meaningless.

Amid the swirling dust, Robin stood firmly.

At last, he stood alone at the peak of Kirie Mountain, an untouchable figure of greatness.