The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 925 I'll Grant Your Death Wish

Teagan scrutinized Pierre, who was now standing before him, and shook his head mockingly. "Pierre, are you sure you want to fight me?"

Pierre snorted coldly. "Stop wasting time. Let's begin!"

Teagan chuckled. "Pierre, I hate to crush your confidence, but let me be blunt. Your so-called elite mercenaries, special ops units, whatever you call them are nothing but trash in the eyes of the Spartine Warriors. "You think being the captain of the Sea Lion Force makes you invincible?

"I'll show you what true power looks like today."

Pierre's body trembled with rage. "Teagan, you are too arrogant!"

Without another word, he swung a heavy punch straight at Teagan.

Teagan pointed at the charging Pierre and shook his head in disdain. "Pathetic. Just pathetic."

He stood there, motionless, neither defending nor attacking.

Only when Pierre's fist was inches from his face did Teagan lazily extend his hand and catch it easily.

Pierre was utterly shocked. He hadn't expected Teagan's skill to grow to such an incredible level in just two years.

Teagan sneered. "Pierre, you're far too weak."

With a flick of his wrist, a force erupted from his palm.

Pierre's body was completely out of control. He was sent hurtling backward like a cannonball.

It was too late by the time he realized his mistake. He was about to make a complete fool of himself.

He had come here expecting to hold his own against Teagan.

However, the gap in their abilities was painfully obvious.

The grand banquet at Qacalisle Island, hosted by the illustrious Aldridge family, had drawn the most prominent heirs and heiresses from across the Panacea Ocean.

With that single blow, Teagan had obliterated Pierre's reputation and dignity.

As Pierre braced himself for the humiliating impact, a powerful force steadied his uncontrollable flight.

"Mr. Ramsey!" Pierre turned to see Robin, who had discreetly intervened to cushion his fall.

Robin smiled faintly and said, "Keep fighting."

Before Pierre could fully process what had just happened, he felt an incredible surge of power propelling him forward.

As he attacked again, he noticed his balance and punching speed had improved tenfold.

Teagan's eyes widened in surprise.

How had Pierre become so fast?

A muffled thud echoed through the hall as Pierre's fist struck Teagan square in the chest.

The force of the blow sent Teagan staggering backward. His frantic steps shook the entire ballroom.

If not for the granite pillar behind him, Teagan would have fallen flat on the floor. Instead, the pillar cracked under the impact, sending up a cloud of dust and debris. The entire banquet hall was stunned into silence.

Guests began to take a closer look at the dashing captain of the Sea Lion Force.

Even Pierre himself stood motionless, staring in disbelief at the destruction he had caused.

He had just struck the mighty Seven-Star Spartine Warrior and sent him reeling!

Under the admiring and astonished gazes of the crowd, Pierre felt a surge of gratitude.

He alone knew that his success was entirely thanks to Robin's assistance.

Moments ago, he had been full of resentment toward Robin.

Now, all that remained was awe and reverence.

He finally understood why his father had insisted he follow Robin and treat him with utmost respect.

Pierre turned to Robin and looked at him respectfully.

Though silent, his gesture conveyed a thousand words.

A gentleman helps others achieve their success, while a petty person makes things difficult for others.

Pierre grasped a profound lesson of life through the punch.

The crowd was clueless about Pierre's actions.

Teagan, on the other hand, had a sinking feeling. He suspected Robin's involvement.

Judging by the force of Pierre's earlier punch, there was no way it could have come from Pierre alone.

Swallowing his humiliation, Teagan steadied himself and took a deep breath.

He wasn't about to let this go.

Being overpowered by someone like Pierre was the greatest disgrace of his career as a Seven-Star Spartine Warrior.

Cracking his knuckles, Teagan pointed at Pierre.

"You cheated! Let's go again. I will definitely crush you!"

Pierre inhaled deeply, preparing to charge, but Robin placed a firm hand on his shoulder.

"Step aside."

The ballroom fell eerily silent as all eyes turned to the mysterious young man.

Only now did everyone notice just how striking he was.

His presence exuded an unearthly charisma that was impossible to ignore.

Pierre instinctively stepped back, watching in awe as Robin strode forward.

The sheer force of his aura was palpable. It was as if he held the world in his grasp.

He radiated a mixture of arrogance, defiance, and absolute authority.

He had the qualities of a befitting king who ruled over all.

Robin raised an eyebrow at Teagan, who was still reeling from his earlier shock. You have a death wish

right? Fine. I'll grant you cartier

wish."

D*mn.

What an opening line! It was bold, audacious, and utterly captivating.

Every guest in the hall was glued to Robin, their curiosity and excitement reaching a fever pitch.

Even the heiresses of the wealthiest

families couldn't hide their

infatuation. Many stared at him with their cheeks flushed and their hearts

racing. Content belong

Leilani, standing closest to him, was no exception.

Her legs couldn't help but tremble slightly as her hips swayed.

While her gaze remained fixed on Robin, she couldn't suppress the soft, involuntary moans escaping her lips.

Teagan's mind went blank for a moment before snapping back to reality.

Gazing into Robin's unwavering eyes, he felt an unprecedented pressure.

It was a martial artist's instinctive recognition of a superior foe.

Could he be a hidden master?

Impossible. Absolutely impossible.

A nobody like him couldn't possibly rival a Seven-Star Spartine Warrior.

Forcing himself to focus, Teagan clenched his fists and took a battle stance.

He vowed to make Robin kneel and beg for mercy in front of Luella.

Gathering all his strength, Teagan prepared to unleash a devastating blow.

His body radiated an overwhelming killing intent, enveloping the hall in palpable tension.

"Hahaha! Teagan, what are you doing?"

Suddenly, laughter echoed from the entrance as a towering man strode into the ballroom, exuding an air of authority.

Teagan's building momentum dissipated instantly.

His anger flared. "Who the hell interrupt—"

Before he could finish, he looked up and saw the newcomer.

Swallowing his rage, Teagan stepped forward respectfully. "Hello, Mr. Nestor."

The man was none other than Nestor, the champion of the previous Spartine Warrior Martial

Toumament. He was a netnoveldrama

Spartine Warrior.

The room erupted in excitement. Nestor's arrival was a symbol of honor and status.

To the people of the South Panacea Ocean, he was a legendary hero.

Nestor nodded politely at the crowd before turning to Teagan. "Judging by your stance, it seems you were about to fight someone?"