The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 443

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The moment the black–clad assassin finished speaking, a glint of cold light flashed through the air, aimed directly at his throat, 

Before anyone could comprehend what had just occurred, Robin moved like a shadow, darting toward the northwest corner of the forest with lightning speed, 

The onlookers were stunned, frozen in place, as they struggled to process what had happened. 

What left them in awe was Robin’s unbelievable speed–so quick that they couldn’t react in time. 

Wilson, narrowing his eyes, followed the trail left by Robin as he chased two dark figures through the 

dense trees, 

As the former elite commander of Draconia’s Special Operations, Wilson’s instincts kicked in, and he immediately pursued, his movements matching Robin’s urgency. 

Jack, gripping his binoculars, focused them on the direction the two were heading. 

In mere seconds, Robin had intercepted the two assailants. 

With a casual flick, Robin wiped his hands with a wet cloth and stood in front of the two masked men. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while. Are you working with them?” 

The two masked men froze, stunned by Robin’s calm demeanor. 

“We don’t mean you any harm. Please, just let us go…” one of them begged. 

Robin discarded the wet wipe with a dismissive gesture and smirked. “You know me?” 

“The Divine Drakebane!” The two men instinctively stepped back, their hands reaching for their heavy short swords. 

Robin’s grin widened. “Since you know who I am, you should know how this works. Let’s get this over with!” 

Without hesitation, the two men unsheathed their blades and lunged at Robin, attacking from opposite 

sides with brutal intent. 

In the blink of an eye, the air around Robin seemed to twist as he spun in mid–air, his body propelling upward in a perfect arc. 

A chilling, almost surreal motion passed through the forest. Before the two black–clad assassins even realized it, their throats had been slashed wide open. 

They clutched their necks in horror as blood poured from their wounds, their eyes wide in disbelief at the gleaming dragon dagger in Robin’s hand. 

In a split second, a Golden Dragon Emblem erupted from the blade, its presence overwhelming as it seemed to thirst for blood. 

Crimson streams shot out from their throats as the dragon hungrily drew in the blood, leaving the assassins drained of life in mere seconds. 

As the wind picked up, their bodies crumbled into nothing, leaving behind only dust. 

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Wilson, who had been trailing behind, arrived just in time to witness this terrifying spectacle. 

His entire body trembled, cold sweat running down his back. 

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What he had heard as legends, he now saw firsthand. The sheer bloodthirstiness of the Dragon Dagger left 

him shaken to his core. 

Taking a deep breath, Wilson slowly stepped back, his eyes wide in shock. 

The forest grew eerily silent, the aftermath of the brutal moment hanging in the air. 

Robin wiped his hands once again, glancing at Wilson with a knowing look as the general hesitated in fear. Meanwhile, Jack, hidden deeper in the forest, had caught sight of the fleeting golden dragon arc in the sky. His eyes sparkled with excitement as he watched Robin approach from the edge of the forest. 

Could it really be him–the one I’ve been searching for all these years? 

Jack quickly grabbed Wilson, who was still in a daze, and pulled him aside. “General Wilson … what did you just see?” Jack whispered urgently. 

Wilson’s voice trembled. “General Grayson, I… I saw the Bloodthirsty Dragon!” 

Jack froze, his voice dropping to a near whisper, “Bloodthirsty… Was it Robin?” 

Wilson glanced nervously at Robin before nodding. “His military dagger!” 

“Dragon dagger?” Jack’s eyes widened. “General Wilson, this is classified. You must keep this quiet, no matter what!” 

Wilson, visibly shaken, nodded quickly. “Understood, General Grayson. Does this mean…?” 

“Yes,” Jack whispered, his gaze fixed on Robin’s retreating form. “If it really is him, this is connected to Dragon Manor. It’s bigger than we thought. There are far too many lives at stake. 

“You have to keep quiet about this, or the entire leadership of Draconia will be drenched in blood!” Wilson broke into a cold sweat, nodding in agreement. “Understood, General Grayson!” 

The situation in the forest was swiftly resolved. 

Two helicopters flew in, transporting seven injured members of the War Wolf Special Forces, along with Jack and Wilson, back to their base. 

Due to weight restrictions, Robin, Ernest, Mark, and the others took off in two off–road vehicles, heading toward the base by land. 

Their route led them through the provincial capital, with the Sevenfold Crest to the southwest and the training base in the northeast. 

After spending the afternoon at the base, especially after the intense jungle mission, Robin’s reputation within the War Wolf Special Forces had soared.