The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

Chapter 973 Your Feelings Are Irrelevant

The video center in the L2 Mystic Realm Command Center was deathly silent.

Eighty commanders-in-chief and the entire supervisory enforcement team for the Mystic Realm War Games

understood the weight behind the words of the Dragon Soul Special Forces' commander-in-chief.

Although the Dragon Soul Special Forces had been in a perpetual state of dormancy for years, no competing

team from any region dared underestimate this slumbering beast.

It was a beast that had yet to unleash its full fury. Once provoked, its wrath could destroy the Earth.

Throughout millennia of change and turmoil, this slumbering giant had never fallen in the ancient East.

Though it endured humiliation, hardship, and unwarranted provocations, it remained undefeated, its presence

commanding respect and fear. Tand again, history had proven that those who dared challenge its limits

would meet a grim fate. Its fierce spirit and violent resolve had never faded from this great planet.

After a moment of silence in the Command Center, Surman Middleton, the commander-in-chief of the Peacock

Kingdom, activated the public player.

"Commander-in-chief Ramsey, are you deliberately trying to provoke an unpleasant dispute?

"Are you implying that the Dragon Soul Special Forces disregard principles and the rules of the game?"

Robin sneered. "You resorted to dirty tricks behind others' backs, instigating the Rattlesnake Special Forces to

engage in those despicable, thieving acts. That alone is disgraceful and shows your utter disregard for principles.

What right do you have to accuse us? "Your underhanded schemes failed, and now you're hiding behind so-called

humanitarianism and grules.

"This is no longer a debate about competition rules. This is about taking the Dragon Soul Special Forces as your

opponent.

"If that's the case, | can declare right now that the Dragon Soul will cast aside all constraints of ethics and rules

to show certain fools what a worthy adversary truly looks like!"

Robin's words left Surman speechless.

The Command Center fell into a suffocating silence once again.

Everyone began to realize that this year's Dragon Soul Special Forces commander-in-chief was unlike his

predecessors.

He didn't waste tprotesting or haggling over irrelevant conditions.

What he offered was simple: the absolute elimination of anyone who dared provoke the Dragon Soul.

From the moment Robin ordered a brutal strike against the Rattlesnake Team members, it becclear that he

wasn't one for empty words. He was a commander of action, one with true grit.

After a brief pause, Cyril Higgins, the special envoy of the Thalrex Order, announced that the Dragon Soul Special

Forces had committed no violations and dismissed the complaints from the Rattlesnake Special Forces and

Peacock Kingdom Special Forces. Additionally, Cyril and the competition's enforcement team clarified a rule.

During the competition, if any team disregards the rules to infringe upon another team's interests, the opposing

team may file a complaint or retaliate in kind-even excessively so, if warranted.

The primary purpose of the International Military Skills Competition is to cultivate steely guardians of human

justice and Earth's safety-not to glorify despicable, cowardly, and hypocritical behavior.

In the face of brutal war, enemies will not speak of friendship, humanitarianism, or harmonious coexistence.

They speak only of defending or attacking.

For instance, if Earth were attacked by an unknown extraterrestrial force, those beings wouldn't care about

humanity's ideas of morality or rules.

In a world as insignificant as a speck of dust, there is only one rule: if the strong want to destroy you, your

feelings are irrelevant.

The Command Center fell silent again after Cyril finished speaking, the atmosphere suffocatingly tense.

Yet Surman was far from resigned. He turned off the public communication channel and issued a cold directive to

his team. "Terminate Dragon Soul in Area Three."

Meanwhile, in Area Two, chaos erupted among the members of the Rattlesnake Team from Vailia. They had just

discovered that the energy and water supplies they had stolen were nothing more than feces and urine.

Earlier, egged on by the Peacock

Kingdom Special Forces, they had stolen Dragon Soul's energy and water supplies, using up all of their resources

to ensure they reached Area Two ahead of Dragon Soul. But their efforts had backfired spectacularly. Not only

had they failed to achieve their goal, but they had also sustained heavy losses.

Unbeknownst to them, Dragon Soul's commander-in-chief had anticipated their actions and set a trap, ensuring

that Dragon Soul suffered no losses. Meanwhile, the Rattlesnake Team's entire operation was thrown into

disarray.

Now, with their energy completely depleted, it was nearly impossible for the Rattlesnake Team to complete the

upcoming challenges. In stark contrast, Dragon Soul Special Forces continued their journey unscathed,

maintaining their composure.

Bill rejoined the team at the perfect moment, bringing a supply of stored energy and water, which he quickly

distributed among his teammates. He approached Brendon, giving him a hearty pat on the shoulder.

"Remember, the most dangerous thing in the world is a beautiful woman."

Brendon nodded with a grin. "Got it. But | can't help loving a good risk. Hahaha..."

"Brendon ... "A soft, feminine voice called out from behind.

Dana stood at the boundary of their camp, trying to strike a seductive pose. Brendon shivered instinctively.

Dana's once beautiful face was now grotesquely swollen from the earlier confrontation, with bloodstains and

unkempt hair completing her ghastly appearance. She no longer

resembled a striking military beauty but looked more like a specter from a horror story. Brendon almost gagged.

With a tic flick of his thick hair, Brendon asked, "What now? Trying to trickagain?"

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