The Deadly Assassin Robin
Chapter 1069 Sent Him Flying With a p
Faced with the indifferent Divine Drakebane, Thibault was at a loss for words.
As Robin approached, the overwhelming aura of death made his legs tremble.
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The Clerys, the most prominent family in the Brookville District with over 100 years of influence, were wiped out in less than two hours.
Eloi and the core members had already mentally broken down.
They had nned to capture and kill the Divine Drakebane, but instead found themselves in this tragic situation!
Thibault had instructed his people to call for backup.
However, when they tried to use theirmunication devices, they discovered that the Dark Web hadpletely blocked all signals.
It was as if the manor had be an isted ind, cut off from all contact or reinforcements.
Even if Robin killed everyone here, no one outside would find out.
“Please, Master Lysaght, make your move quickly, this <b>… </b>this is a devil!” Eloi, his eyes bloodshot, pointed at the approaching Robin and roared.
At that moment, the fear felt by him and the core Clery members was beyond description.
Just Robin’s gentle smile was enough to make several of them die of fright on the spot.
Now, they truly understood why even the top martial artists in the World of Darkness feared the Divine Drakebane.
“Cynthia, you traitor of the family! You will definitely face the most brutal and relentless retaliation from the family!”
“You have no chance!” A cold, chilling voice echoed in Eloi’s ears. Before he could ce it, he found the terrifying God of Death standing in front of him.
“You…” Eloi struggled to speak, but no sound came out as air leaked from his throat, and his vision blurred until he sumbed to eternal darkness<b>. </b>
Eloi’s throat was cut, and the core Clery members fled immediately.
Only Thibault and Gauthier remained in the mansion’s meeting hall.
The fleeing family members had no idea that, today, the mansion had fallen entirely into the hands of the Dark Web Assassin.
They would not be able to escape even if they grew wings.
Those who fled the meeting hall found themselves plunging directly into the underworld.
Theters, seeing the dire situation, had no choice but to return to the hall.
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Perhaps under his leadership, there was still a sliver of hope.
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They all prayed incessantly that Gauthier could steer them through the crisis and turn the tide.
Gauthier finally focused his full attention on the legendary Divine Drakebane.
The bloody wolf de, which had not been unsheathed in 20 years, once again shed its fierce cold light.
This de was not only crafted by the renowned “Northmare de God” Art Sloane but also bestowed with the title of “warrior de” by the Emperor for its deadly reputation.
Moreover, in Gauthier’s hands, this sword had never been defeated in 200 top–level battles over the past 30
years.
Gauthier had also once ranked in the top three of the Dark List, thanks to this de, making him one of the nine martial arts experts in Sakurania martial arts.
Although Gauthier had disappeared from the dark world for 20 years<b>, </b>his past glories had never diminished his standing as a current martial arts master.
Even those grandmasters long retired from the World of Darkness would not dare show disrespect when facing this hall–of–fame master of the Sakurania martial arts world.
The moment the de was unsheathed, Gauthier, in his 70s, radiated the majestic aura of a martial arts grandmaster from every pore of his body!
The icy gleam of the bloody wolf de, like a cold moon slicing through the night, instantly dispersed the ominous aura enveloping the manor.
“We are saved!” the family members eximed with relief, huddled in the meeting hall.
The hope that had seemed lost in the darkest of nights was reignited, fueling their will to live on.
“Master Lysaght is the cornerstone of our n and a hall–of–fame grandmaster of the Sakuranian race. Divine Drakebane stands no chance against him, he’s less than an ant!” they proimed.
“When Master Lysaght takes action, that heartless man will be vanquished!”
“Destroy him, cut him into a thousand pieces!”
Meanwhile, Gauthier, despite his careful observation<b>, </b>still could not decipher Robin’s tactics.
To him, the fallen warriors and martial arts experts of the Clerys were mere fodder–insignificant and unworthy of the stage.
He believed the Divine Drakebane’s rampant killings reflected a deficiency in spiritual cultivation, for it was said that under the sword of a true master, not even ants were worth noticing.
Hence, Divine Drakebane’s willingness to ughter the mediocre and ordinary suggested his mastery was superficial.
True mastery, Gauthier thought, required a deep understanding of the divine ways. Without it, no one could ascend to the pinnacle of greatness<b>. </b>
Pointing his de at Robin, Gauthier scoffed, “So, the Divine Drakebane is merely a low–level butcher. My de has been underestimated!”
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Robin smiled wryly. “If pretense could elevate one to a master, then the world would overflow with impostors.
“To deal with vermin like you, drawing my sword is beneath me.” With that, Robin pulled out a wet cloth, wiped the bloodstains from his de, which remained sheathed, and returned it to its scabbard.
Gauthier watched intently, momentarily fixated on the dull de of the dragon dagger.
He wondered if it bore any traces of the legendary ancient relics rumored to be part of its make.
Unfortunately, Gauthier sensed nothing extraordinary.
“Hmph, kid, you’re quite arrogant!” Gauthier had never faced such humiliation.
He was, after all, a grandmaster himself.
The young man before him, in his early 20s, showed no inclination to draw his sword.
Gauthier scoffed at what he perceived as the young man’s ignorance.
“Do you know what arrogance brings to a person? Disaster!”
Robinughed. “That’s the belief of ordinary people! The rules andws set by themon folk don’t apply to me!” he dered confidently.
“Old man, do you know why?
“Because I am thew!”
With that deration, a sudden loud bang echoed through the meeting hall, and a sh of cold light struck Gauthier’s face in an unusual manner.
The once formidable grandmaster was sent flying like a kite with its string cut, hurtling back down to the ground.
Despite being a grandmaster of swordsmanship, whose profound skills were beyond ordinary, Gauthier found himself overpowered and pped aside by Robin.
Struggling to regain his footing, he finally managed to stand firm.
The core members of the family, who had ced their hopes on Gauthier, felt a chilling drop in temperature as if winter had suddenly descended upon them.
The chill cut to the bone.
Gauthier was leftpletely bewildered and shocked.
<i>Could </i><i>it </i><i>really </i><i>be </i><i>happening</i><i>? </i>
Without even drawing his sword, this young man had pped a legendary grandmaster of Sakurania across the face.