The Deadly Assassin Robin (Tristan Storm) novel Chapter 985

Chapter 985 Its Indomitable Spirit Had Always Remained
Pierre quickly conferred with Cyril, instructing the administrative assistant at the Mystic Realm War Games' oversight center.

As per the agreement made between Robin, Ced, and Paul, three copies of the betting contract were prepared and printed.

"Mr. Ramsey, please take a look at these," Pierre said, respectfully handing the three contracts to Robin, his posture and demeanor filled with deference.

This strange scene instantly quieted the previously lively conference hall.

A subtle, but powerful, realization dawned on everyone present.

Pierre, the leader of the Sea Lion Force and widely regarded as the King of Mercenaries, was showing profound respect toward Robin.

The entire mercenary community recognized Pierre as a figure of immense power. Not only did he lead one of the strongest teams, but his personal strength and leadership were renowned across the globe.

For someone of Pierre's stature—a celebrated war hero with such an influential background—to show such respect to a young commander from the Dragon Soul Special Forces was highly unexpected.

A collective gasp rippled through the hall.

To make someone like Captain Pierre—the King of Mercenaries—behave so deferentially, who exactly is Robin?

Almost everyone in the room quickly realized a serious problem.

They had all been blinded by their own assumptions. Looking back at the entire competition, it became clear that the Dragon Soul Special Forces, particularly its leader, had shown a side of themselves vastly different from the past.

The Dragon Soul Special Forces, once known for being humble and restrained, now felt worlds apart from the organization of the last two decades.

In truth, this new Dragon Soul was beginning to resemble the bold, fierce warriors from the past.

All the commanders had heard stories from older military veterans about the glory days of the Dragon Soul Special Forces. Some had even researched the legendary battles it fought in its prime.

During those times, Dragon Soul had fought relentlessly, fearless of death, displaying an unbreakable will.

With their blood, sweat, and determination, they conquered every arrogant challenger.

The fierce pride of Dragon Soul subdued one enemy after another, earning it not isolation but global respect.

A team that could make its foes tremble was a force to be reckoned with—unshakable, unyielding, and fearless in the face of any challenge.

As the mystic realm war games progressed, the other commanders came to a startling realization—Dragon Soul had never truly disappeared!

Its indomitable spirit had always remained.

In the now-silent conference hall, everyone observed Robin as he signed the betting contract. The glances Ced and Paul received were laced with pity.

History had long made one thing clear: any team targeted by the Dragon Soul Special Forces was already as good as dead.

There had never been an exception to that rule.

Ced and Paul watched as Robin signed the contract, with panic creeping in.

Despite their outward calm, they couldn't shake the nagging fear that they might have made a grave mistake.

They glanced at the other commanders, who were watching them with barely concealed scorn.

When Pierre handed them the contract, their hands began to shake.

It no longer felt like a bet, but like a death sentence.

In the past, Pierre would have likely stepped forward with some comforting words.

Even Alexander of Tanqueria Special Forces would sometimes offer a casual word of encouragement.

Other teams, like those from the Sakurania or Elaria Special Forces, would have been supportive.

But today, these commanding figures were acting so oddly and neutrally toward Robin.

Ced and Paul both sensed an ominous feeling in the air.