The Deadly Assassin Robin by Tristan Storm

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Chapter 987 What Else Can You Do

The jungle, where the 20 qualifying tokens were hidden, was a maze of strange complexity.

Nestled on a hilly slope, this forest was bordered on all sides by deep, tranquil waters.

The river, calm and undisturbed, reflected the sunlight, its surface gleaming like a delicate crystal ribbon.

The bright light shimmered off the water, creating a mystical glow that seemed to stretch through time,

revealing every hidden corner of the world.

A thick, swirling mist clung to the jungle's edge, surrounding the water with an eerie, otherworldly aura.

The mist gave the impression of countless unseen eyes observing the 27 teams as they charged forward toward

the jungle.

The teams raced ahead, moving through the strange daylight that seemed to pulse with a supernatural energy.

It felt as though they were hurtling through a vast and distant galaxy, everything shrouded in mystery and

uncertainty.

Every team was pouring all their effort into this final sprint. This was their one and only opportunity to make it

into the L1 Mystic Realm Semifinals.

While only 27 teams were left fighting for the final spot, the stakes of this competition went far beyond the

tokens.

Out of these 27 teams, seven would not make it through to the L1 Mystic Realm Semifinals. Among the

remaining 20, the committee would observe the teams closely, evaluating the performance of their commanders

and selecting the commander-in-chief and vice- commander-in-chief for the next phase.

The specific challenges awaiting them in the L1 Mystic Realm Semifinals was still a mystery, and no one knew

exactly what power or responsibilities the commander-in-chief would hold.

All that was certain was that the commander-in-chief and vice-commander-in-chief would earn exclusive access

to the most prestigious, high-level negotiations during the final competition.

This mystery was clear to everyone, but there was one thing the teams understood: The commander-in-chief was

crucial.

Beyond the honor, it was a ticket to participating in the world's most important assignments.

No one knew exactly how the committee would choose the commander-in-chief and vice-commander-in-chief.

But one thing was certain the 27 teams still in the race had proven themselves to be the best in the world.

Their commanders were experienced and skilled, with the ability to make clear, sharp decisions under pressure.

As they charged ahead, each commander kept a close watch on the environment, constantly assessing the

terrain, risks, and potential traps.

This was no simple task. Snatching the qualifying token wouldn't be as easy as rushing into the jungle and

grabbing it.

There was always something more beneath the surface. This was the mindset of any skilled strategist.

The simpler something appeared, the more likely it was hiding a trap.

As the teams pushed forward, they remained vigilant, scanning their surroundings for any threats.

The eerie river winding through the forest wasn't the only concern.

Red warning signs reading "Restricted Zone" were visible at the back left corner of the jungle.

The first-level restricted zone was clearly marked with a warning: entering could trigger deadly traps.

The outer boundaries of the restricted zone were unmistakable: any team that crossed into the zone would

immediately lose their chance to search for the qualifying tokens. In other words, stepping into the restricted

zone meant elimination.

When they saw the signs, the commanders quickly warned their teams to stay far away from the area, knowing

that one wrong move could end their chances.

With the pressure mounting, every team was now pushing forward with everything they had. The faster they

entered the jungle, the greater their chances of securing the qualifying tokens. en

Each team was tapping into its last reserves of energy. This was the closest they had ever cto victory, and

the tension in the air was suffocating.

The closer they got to success, the heavier the weight on their hearts. No one wanted to fall short at the last

moment, just before the finish line.

The rules of the Mystic Realm War

Games in this area were simple: There were no restrictions, no limitations. Teams could attack one another

without any rules or

boundaries.

It was clear to all-this was a battle for survival.

If the teams had believed their strength was enough, they could have easily taken down their rivals.

But every commander understood that even the fastest teams weren't necessarily weak.

Attacking a stronger team would only lead to defeat. It was far wiser to focus on reaching the jungle, where the

playing field would be more balanced.

At the start, each team kept its formation, subtly trying to overtake the others whenever an opportunity arose.

No team dared to engage in direct combat, knowing that any confrontation could waste precious tthey could

not afford to lose.

But as the jungle loomed closer, the teams began to spread out.

Sof the slower teams started to think about strategies that involved causing disruptions to slow down their

competitors.

Scentialand's Special Forces, having reached the one-third mark of the race, started to slow down. The closest

team to them was Crimsonland's.

Mona wasted no time, ordering her subordinates, "Take out Crimsonland's team. If we hold them back, we

eliminate a competitor."

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Hammond, seething with rage, retorted, "Why don't you try challenging Dragon Soul Special Forces or Tanqueria

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In an instant, the two teams collided in a fierce clash.

As the Roselane team, led by commander Cruz Compton, arrived and saw the chaos unfolding, Cruz grinned.

"You two are complete idiots!"

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Mona's eyes widened in realization. "You're right, Hammond! Let's take down Cruz!"

Hammond shook his head in frustration. "Mona, aside from wanting to eliminate everyone, what else can you

do?"