The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 225 Challenge Me?

Everyone at the Crown Banquet felt like they were living in a dream.

They couldn't believe it was real.

Ruby, who had always been shielded and adored by Ronald, Kyler, and the entire Brookhaven Martial Alliance, had just been beaten up at her celebration. And it wasn't just any beating-she was severely hurt.

Curiosity ran through the crowd as they tried to figure out who this Robin was and whether he understood the consequences of laying a hand on Ruby.

A few Brookhaven Martial Alliance disciples quietly slipped away, rushing to report to the elder enforcers.

Jason, too, was stunned by Robin's brutal tactics.

It took him a moment to snap back to reality. Looking at Ruby, still kneeling and dazed, he pointed at Robin furiously. "Who are you? How could you hit a woman like that and so viciously?"

"You blind?" Robin raised an eyebrow, replying coolly, "She's just a piece of trash. Got a problem with me hitting her?"

"You dare insult me?" Jason's pale face flushed red with anger, his fists clenched as if ready to fight.

But before he could act, Anthony quickly stepped in front of Robin, bowing slightly. "Mr. Ramsey, please forgive him. Jason's young and reckless..."

"Get lost!" Robin snapped.

Anthony flinched, his face paling as he hesitated, but then he could only step aside quietly.

Jason stared in shock at Anthony, the top martial artist of the Nevilles, acting so deferentially. His composure shattered. "Mr. Anthony, what's gotten into you? You're part of the Nevilles! He just told you to get lost, and you're not going to fight back?" "Jason," Anthony sighed with a bitter smile, shaking his head. "You're too young. You should apologize to Mr. Ramsey ...

"

"Shut up!" Jason yelled furiously. "You're embarrassing the entire Nevilles! Today, I'm going to show this arrogant fool who's in charge here ..."

"Jason, calm down. This is Brookhaven Martial Alliance's affair. Let us handle this troublemaker." The speaker was Cade Eaton, the Chief Elder of Discipline for Brookhaven Martial Alliance.

All six of the Alliance's Discipline Elders had arrived.

They nodded respectfully to Anthony and Jason, signaling for Jason to step aside.

Then they turned to face Robin.

Two of the Elders gestured to four female disciples to help Ruby up.

But try as they might, they couldn't lift her.

"Mr. Eaton, we're unable to move Ms. Quinn," one of the female disciples said, defeated.

Frowning, Cade stepped forward to help. "Ms. Quinn ..."

Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge her, and his heart filled with shock.

He looked up at Robin and shouted, "Robin, who are you? How dare you lay a hand on Ms. Quinn! You're as good as dead!"

Robin gave a cold, faint smile. "Aren't you even going to ask me why I hit her?"

"Why?" Cade scoffed. "Causing trouble at the Brookhaven Martial Alliance's celebration-what reason could you have? All I know is you hit Ms. Quinn, and that's enough to get you killed!"

He turned to Daphne, pointing with arrogance. "And this audacious guy-does he belong to your Violetcrest International? Daphne, are you going to handle this, or should we?"

Daphne's usual indifferent expression melted into a seductive smile. "Mr. Eaton, are you sure you want to make a move? You're not exactly young anymore. I'd suggest you get on your knees and apologize to Mr. Ramsey-maybe he'll let you off easy. Otherwise ... ha!" Cade paused, momentarily thrown off balance.

Daphne's alluring laughter was both bewitching and bone-chilling.

The men in the room were captivated by Daphne's enchanting laughter, but beneath its charm, a chilling intent loomed.

"Daphne, are you telling me Violetcrest International would stand against the Brookhaven Martial Alliance for this guy? Aren't you afraid we'll wipe you out entirely?" Cade's tone carried a dangerous edge.

"Stand against you? The Brookhaven Martial Alliance isn't worthy," Daphne laughed, a bold, mocking sound that abruptly cut off. "Mr. Eaton, if you don't believe me, go ahead and try."

"Da*n it!" Cade's hand shot forward, his palm thrusting toward Robin.

Gasps echoed through the hall. As the Brookhaven Martial Alliance's Chief Elder of Discipline, Cade's power was indisputable. His strike unleashed a powerful force that rippled outward, forcing the crowd to stagger back several steps. "Such force!"Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

"Robin's finished!"

"What on earth is Daphne thinking, putting herself at odds with the Brookhaven Martial Alliance for him? She's lost her mind."

...

Seeing Cade's fierce power, Rita instinctively drew her dagger.

"Too weak," Robin muttered, shaking his head. He stomped his foot down on the marble floor.

A dull sound resonated, though the marble itself remained intact. Yet Cade, who had launched himself forward, suddenly halted just a meter from Robin. Under Cade's feet, the marble split apart, fracturing violently.

"Ugh!" Cade staggered back, clutching his chest as his face went pale and a spray of blood burst from his mouth. Staring at Robin, he gasped in horror, "You used a soundwave technique? One Strike Decisive? You're Lord Drakebane... Robin smiled coldly.

Cade's heart sank with regret. At that moment, he finally understood Robin's true identity, but it was too late.

Before he could say another word, Cade crumpled to the ground. Brookhaven Martial Alliance's Chief Elder of Discipline would spend the rest of his days bedridden, a shadow of his former self.

"You crippled Mr. Eaton?! We'll kill you!" The remaining five Elders of Discipline charged toward Robin.

Robin smirked. "Think you can?"

With a single stomp, a powerful shockwave reverberated, sending all five elder enforcers flying back, crashing against the walls, and falling unconscious.

Silence filled the banquet hall.

Everyone had assumed that with the

six Elders of Discipline from the Brookhaven Martial Alliance

stepping in, Robin would have been finished. But now, almost the entire strength of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance lay defeated at Robin's hands, without so much as a chance to retaliate.

No wonder he was so brazen; his skill was clearly on another level.

Still, could Robin and Daphne of Violetcrest International alone truly stand against Draconia's most powerful martial arts alliance? It seemed absurdly overconfident.

Everyone knew the Alliance's real

power lay with the legendary

warlords of the Ronald era, who

hadn't even appeared yet. Those

were the figures who truly embodied

the Alliance's strength.

It looked like Robin had stirred up serious trouble.

As the murmurs grew louder, Jason snapped out of his shock and stepped forward, pointing at Robin. "You're nothing but a violent brute! How could you strike with such cruelty?"

Robin raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to challenge me?"

Anthony quickly stepped in to stop Jason, only to be shoved aside.

"Challenge you?" Jason sneered coldly. "You're nothing in front of the Nevilles!"

"You don't understand the Nevilles' power, do you? You, a mere thug, dare speak to me like this? How bold!" Jason sneered.

Robin looked him over with a smirk. "And what else can you do besides flaunting your family's name around like some badge of honor?"

"Fine! Since you only respect power, let me show you what true power looks like!"

Before Jason could respond, Robin struck him hard, sending him sprawling onto the floor. Gasps filled the banquet hall.

"He hit Jason?"

"Has he lost his mind?"

"This is about to spiral out of control!"

"Robin won't be able to walk away from this."

"Tristan's going to kill him for this."

"Isn't it time for Anthony to step in?"

...

"Mr. Ramsey. Please calm down... "Anthony shook his head and helped Jason to his feet. "Jason, apologize to Mr. Ramsey right now!"

"What? Anthony, what are you saying?" Jason, his hair disheveled, shouted furiously, "He hit me, and you want me to apologize? Have you lost your mind? Get out of my way!" Anthony pleaded desperately, "Jason, you need to calm down! We were in the wrong, and Mr. Ramsey had no intention of escalating this. Don't make things worse!" "Mr. Ramsey is not someone we can afford to offend!"

"No! There's no right or wrong here as far as I'm concerned! He hit me, so he has to pay!" Jason, ignoring Anthony, staggered to his feet and lunged at Robin. Robin slapped him across the face. "The Nevilles? What are they to me?"

This time, Robin didn't hold back, hitting him over and over. The sound of each slap echoed across the Crown Banquet Hall.

By the time he stopped, Jason's handsome face was swollen beyond recognition.

"Kneel!" Robin struck Jason's shoulder.

Jason fell to his knees, tears streaming down his face.

"Someone as useless as you dares to act out? Looks like the Nevilles are done for."

Anthony trembled, falling to his knees before Robin. "Mr. Ramsey, please, Jason is still young ...

"

"Shut up!" Robin's voice was cold. "If he's too young to handle himself, then he shouldn't be out here making a fool of himself. No one's going to indulge him."

"If he's done wrong, he'll face the consequences."

Seeing Robin's anger, Anthony sighed helplessly and dialed Tristan's number.

"Mr. Tristan, I apologize. I failed in my duty-Jason's gotten himself into trouble; he's offended Mr. Ramsey...

The other guests glanced sympathetically at Robin.

Tristan was the most powerful figure in the martial arts world. If he heard his grandson was beaten, he'd no doubt tear Robin to pieces. Violetcrest International would be doomed as well. After a long silence on the other end, Tristan finally spoke. "Put Mr. Ramsey on the phone."

Anthony immediately handed the phone to Robin, activating the speaker.

"Mr. Ramsey, this is Tristan. Jason is still young and acted recklessly. I'll come to Harmonfield right away to apologize in person. Please, I beg you to spare Jason."

"I don't have time for your nonsense!" Robin's tone was icy. "Your family crossed me, and now you'll bear my wrath!"