The Deadly Assassin Robin

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.

However, at this moment, considering such matters felt pointless.

The die had already been cast, and there was no turning back.

This bet wasn't a matter of choice-it had to be made, or they would lose all their dignity.

Ced and Paul took the contracts from Pierre and quickly signed their names, their hands trembling. It was too late for doubts.

The battle in the mystic realm had already begun, and the fates of the three teams-victory or defeat-were about to be decided. The tension in the air was palpable, as everyone

braced for what was cov

For a brief moment, Ced and Paul were rattled, but they quickly regained their composure.

There was no way they could believe that Dragon Soul Special Forces would manage anything unexpected in Area Four.

Area Four was a desolate, lightless wasteland-how could they possibly track the movements of Maple and Kangaroo Special Forces in such a place?

They were confident in their reasoning.

Robin's orders to Dragon Soul Special Forces in the mystic realm were known to all.

Every team in Area Four could hear them, loud and clear.

Maple and Kangaroo Special Forces would certainly be aware of Dragon Soul's next moves.

The best thing for them to do would be to hide their positions, regroup, and prepare for a counterattack.

If they played their cards right, the two teams could even team up to defeat Dragon Soul once and for all.

Inside the Mystic Realm War Games' conference hall, all the commanders-in-chief of the 80 teams, along with the members of the oversight committee, were glued to the data streaming in from Area Four. The screens showed nothing but black-there was no visual of what was going on.

The only thing they could rely on was the data, which would tell them the strengths and weaknesses of each team.

But Dragon Soul's data remained strangely stable, with no major changes.

This observation led the commanders to believe that Dragon Soul might still be hunting for Kangaroo and Maple Special Forces.

While the commanders speculated quietly in the conference hall, in Area Four, Freya, the deputy captain of

Dragon Soul Special Forces, hadnet"

already pinpointed the locations of both Maple and Kangaroo Special Forces. noveldrama

Instead of picking up the pace, they maintained their steady march, heading toward the left front.

Dragon Soul had chosen to eliminate the closest target first-Maple Special Forces.

They moved into position behind Maple Special Forces and prepared to strike from the rear. One by one, they would take them out silently.

For each Maple Special Forces member eliminated, Dragon Soul would send in a replacement, shadowing them and matching their movements.

Two minutes and thirty-three seconds later, the survival data for Maple Special Forces read "zero" on the commander-in-chief's electronic display.

All members of Maple Special Forces who had entered Area Four were now presumed dead.

Just two minutes and thirty seconds later, Kangaroo Special Forces met the same fate-complete annihilation.

And just like that, Dragon Soul Special Forces had wiped out both Maple and Kangaroo Special Forces.

Ced and Paul stared in shock at the "Game Over" screen, their faces twisted with regret and despair.

Simmond, the commander of King Hawk Special Forces, who had been watching from the sidelines and had previously doubted the situation, broke into a cold sweat.

He was relieved he hadn't pushed

this young Dragon Soul commander further. If he had, King Hawk Special Forces would likely have met the same end, and the game would have ended for them in Area Four as well.

Alexander, the commander of Tanqueria Special Forces, shrugged and grinned.

Robin snapped his fingers. "So, any more objections?"

"No," Alexander replied with a smirk, shaking his head. "From today on, we're brothers. No more bad blood with Dragon Soul. Right, Captain Pierre?"