The Deadly Assassin Robin

Chapter 982 I'm Just Going to Beat You Up

Robin's words left the commanders of the 80 participating nations speechless.noveldrama

The members of the Thalrex Order's Enforcement Group stood motionless, their mouths shut in order to avoid drawing attention.

The atmosphere in the conference hall, deep within the mystic realm, was thick with tension.

In that moment, everyone present couldn't help but pay serious attention to the new, young commander of the Dragon Soul Special Forces.

Looking up under the bright lights, this bold, defiant man from the East appeared like an untouchable, cold-blooded warrior-steadfast, commanding, and earning respect from all sides.

In the brief silence, no one dared to challenge a single word he spoke, each one cutting through the air with cold precision.

The weak beg for justice; only the strong shoulder true responsibility.

Robin's take on the word "responsibility" made everyone reassess not just the Dragon Soul Special Forces, but also the noble, compassionate people behind them.

They were a people who valued peace, kindness, and loyalty to their friends. Though they had endured hardships, betrayal, and pain, they never allowed themselves to succumb to bitterness or despair. They might not seek out conflict, but they weren't afraid of it either.

Centuries of struggle and history lingered in the air, every word reverberating like the toll of a bell, warning treacherous minds: Anyone who dared to insult or provoke them would face relentless punishment, no matter the distance. What Robin spoke was undeniable truth.

But no one was willing to give up immediate rewards for such unwavering ideals and truths.

They all understood the heart of the competition: respect is earned through strength.

This wasn't a simple contest or practice-it was a battle where only the winner survives, and the loser fades into irrelevance.

The ultimate victor wouldn't just win glory; they would also shoulder a responsibility that weighed heavily upon them.

"This competition, hosted by the Thalrex Order, is of great importance.

"Though the threat of an alien invasion seems distant, the possibility of total destruction is always present.

"How could those chosen to defend humanity's future be small-minded individuals who could only wallow in self-pity, unable to grow strong?

"The weak cry for mercy, while the strong embrace what true responsibility means.

"Responsibility is about self-improvement.

"Only those who are truly strong can understand it.

"How could anyone who can't even protect their own team claim to be responsible for the world?"

Surman scoffed, breaking the heavy silence in the room. "Ha! Self-improvement equals responsibility? That's just an excuse to hide the Dragon Soul Special Forces' selfishness and narrow thinking!

"In such harsh times, if we can't support each other, if we can't stand united, then what's the point of responsibility?

"If humanity ever faces an alien invasion, will Dragon Soul, with its focus on self-improvement, refuse to help others fight back?

"Is that what you call responsibility?

"If so, even if you're the top commander, what responsibility does Dragon Soul really have?" Surman's sharp questions were aimed directly at Robin and the Dragon Soul Special Forces. Hundreds of eyes turned toward Robin, waiting for his response.

Robin's lips curled into a cold smile as he pointed at Surman. "You're sharp, I'll give you that.

"You've cleverly twisted the concept, turning someone who runs away from military duty into a so-called 'man of the people.'

"If that's the case, then you and your cowardly, worthless team, dressed in those uniforms, are nothing but a joke!

"In any other situation, I would have shut you up for good."

Surman's face turned red with fury as he pointed a trembling finger at Robin. "H-how dare you insult me...

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Robin stepped forward. "A team that relies on thuggish reasoning has no right to discuss such serious and noble matters with me!" Before Surman could respond, Simmond, the commander-in-chief of King Hawk Special Forces, stepped forward with a grin. "Commander-in-chief Ramsey, your speech is impressive, but you're still too young."

He nodded toward the commanders of the other regions.

"Young and passionate-that's a good quality.

"That said, since this is just a competition, a game, there's no need to take it so seriously.

"Some teams lost their chance for energy boosts once they entered Area Three, and as a result, they struggled to keep pace.

"They're not weak, not at all; they just ran out of luck.

"The Dragon Soul Special Forces, however, got a bit lucky. There's no need to turn a stroke of good fortune into some grand claim of responsibility.

"Commander-in-Chief Ramsey, you're still inexperienced. Being hot-headed isn't always the best approach; it's wiser to focus on negotiation and mutual gain.

"Even if you win this competition, you've already made enemies with many. When it comes to your future and that of Dragon Soul, well-"

Robin cut Simmond off before he could finish. "What's your deal? Are you just some fool trying to stir trouble?

"What a bunch of irrelevant weaklings. I'm not even interested in wasting my time with you," Robin added dismissively.

Simmond's face turned red with fury, his pride as commander-in-chief of King Hawk Special Forces bruised Pointing angrily at Robin, he spat "Are you challenging King Hawk Special Forces? Do you even know our track record?

"We've been in the top three for the past 20 years. You Dragon Soul are nothing but garbage scraping the bottom of the barrel!"

Robin's lips curled into a cold smile. "You think Dragon Soul is garbage?"

"Absolutely!" Simmond stepped forward, eyes blazing with fury. "Compared to King Hawk Special Forces, Dragon Soul is nothing!"

Robin chuckled, a glint of mischief in

his eyes. "Alright, now you've piqued my interest. I think it's time to teach you a lesson," he said, pulling out a wet wipe to clean his hands as he flashed a grin at the towering Simmond.

Simmond paused for a moment, then hissed, "You want to duel, kid?"

"Duel? You're not even worth it," Robin replied with a soft laugh. "To be honest, I'm just going to beat you up."

"Son of a..." Simmond's face turned bright red with anger as he ripped off his battle gear and took a fighting stance.

Reynold Frost, the Commander of Centraline Special Forces, strolled over with a smile. "Simmond, it's just a game. No need to get so worked up. "He's still young and hasn't experienced real combat. Don't waste your time with these self-righteous kids," Reynold added, trying to calm the situation. Alexander Marff, the Commander of Tanqueria Special Forces, patted Reynold on the back. "Reynold, stop playing mediator.

"At this point, as

commanders-in-chief, our duties

have ended Once the teams move into Area Four, it's up to the on-site commanders," he explained. "Since we're just standing around with nothing to do, why not let Simmond and Commander-in-chief Ramsey from Dragon Soul have a little competition?"

Robin tossed the wet wipe to Pierre and smirked. "Let me make this clear again: This trash isn't worthy of a duel with me. I'm going to teach him what respect really means." "You insolent-" Simmond began, but before he could finish, something swift shot past him.

Slap! A sharp crack echoed through the room, causing the entire hall to shudder.

The mighty King Hawk Special Forces commander-in-chief, known as the Ugonland War God, was sent flying by Robin's open-handed slap.

Simmond's huge, muscular body soared through the air like a heavy bull before crashing into the wall with a thunderous bang.

The wall, which had a world map displayed on it, exploded on impact, shattering into dust and debris.