The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 970

Chapter 970 Ungrateful for Someone's Kindness
Brendon gulped down the supplies handed to him by his Dragon Soul teammates, quickly restoring his stamina.

At this moment, he was like a tiger charging down a mountain, sprinting full force toward the Rattlesnake Special Forces.

Elite squads from neighboring areas immediately stopped in their tracks to watch.

"What is that guy from the Dragon Soul Special Forces trying to do?"

The commander of the Peacock Kingdom Special Forces' elite squad chuckled, "Their supplies were stolen. What do you think that guy could do?

"Obviously, he's planning to fight the Rattlesnake team for the supplies, isn't he?"

"What an idiot! I seriously doubt how many of these teams competing with us are even professionals.

"For the past 20 years, the Dragon Soul Special Forces have never beaten us. Looks like this year's team is even more pathetic!

"Let's keep moving. This kind of low-level conflict is pointless and not worth watching. Let them waste their time foolishly."

The Peacock Kingdom Special Forces were secretly pleased with themselves—their scheme had finally worked.

Without stopping for even a moment, they continued forward with several other nearby squads, advancing quickly.

Before entering the mystic realm, Gavin had already received instructions from Robin.

Such underhanded tactics had long been anticipated by the Dragon Soul commander.

Gavin and Ernest stayed behind to monitor the developments between Brendon and the Rattlesnake Special Forces.

Meanwhile, Freya led the remaining Dragon Soul members, maintaining their pace and advancing steadily.

They kept a consistent speed, staying parallel to the other teams as they moved forward.

They neither pushed ahead nor lagged behind, maintaining this steady pace.

This strategy served two purposes: first, ensuring they wouldn't fall behind the other teams, and second, conserving their energy effectively.

According to their plan, they would begin their sprint in the third area, leaving 90% of the competing teams behind.

To secure a place among the top 20 in the fourth area and thereby qualify for the next round.

In less than three minutes, Brendon reached the boundary of the Rattlesnake Special Forces' area.

"Stop right there!"

Dana looked at Brendon's furious expression and shook her head. "Brendon, I'm really disappointed in you acting like this.

"That being said, I do admire you a bit. Haha, even without supplies, you're still this strong. Seems like you've got some real skills after all.

"Too bad you're not my teammate; otherwise, who knows, our relationship might've gone further. Hahaha ... "

Dana's words were dripping with disdain and sarcasm, making Brendon feel thoroughly irritated.

He couldn't believe it.

Just two hours ago, Dana seemed so pitiful and helpless, and now, she was nothing but cruel and spiteful.

"You wicked woman! If I had known you were this despicable, I would never have shared my water with you!"

Dana flinched.

The killing intent radiating from Brendon sent a shiver down her spine.

The members of the Rattlesnake Special Forces immediately stopped laughing, their expressions turning serious.

In an instant, a wave of searing rage enveloped the boundary line.

Mario, one of the Rattlesnake Special Forces members, stepped forward and barked coldly, "Brendon, I'm warning you. If you dare cross into our territory and provoke a conflict, it'll be a violation of the rules!"

Brendon was well aware of the consequences.

If he lost control and entered their territory to fight, he would likely be disqualified from the competition.

Worse, it could have a significant impact on the final results for the Dragon Soul Special Forces.

However, there was another possibility—one that would allow him to teach them a harsh lesson without breaking any rules.

All he needed to do was provoke them into crossing into Dragon Soul's territory to make the first move.

Standing firmly within the Dragon Soul boundary, Brendon let out a long breath, calming himself as he prepared to change strategy.

Oh my ... He's acting just like a woman yelling on the street!