The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1087

Chapter 1087 Final Showdown at Mount Fuoco
At the peak of the towering Mount Fuoco, a fierce mountain wind roared!

Elijah slowly stood up, the wind whipping his dry, silver hair wildly.

In front of the cameras, the warriors of the Sakuranian Martial Arts World immediately burst into cheers!

"Look! That's our Sword Saint, Master Elijah!"

"Wow! Master Elijah looks nowhere near his 70 years. He seems like a young martial artist in his prime at 30!"

"Master Elijah sat atop Mount Fuoco for 30 years. Imagine the discipline and cultivation he must have to achieve that!"

"Is that scandal from 30 years ago true?"

"Are you an idi*t? Someone as esteemed as Master Elijah, whom even the emperor respect, wouldn't shame himself over something like that!"

"Those sinister tricks used by contemptible people, like planting drugs, causing car accidents, or spreading scandals—any baseless accusation that can stir public outrage—can ruin a genius warrior's life in an instant."

"It's a shame to lose 30 golden years of Master Elijah's life like that!"

"Time will prove everything!"

"Without Master Elijah, the Sakuranian Martial Arts World is just a bunch of clowns!"

"When there's no formidable opponent, they think they're somebody."

"When Divine Drakebane comes knocking, they remember Master Elijah. It's really shameless!"

"Greedy fools who care only about their interests have no shame."

Eira stood amidst the thousands, hidden under a baseball cap and a large mask, gazing at Elijah on the screen and listening to the warriors' discussions about him.

A trace of comfort and joy flickered in her eyes.

Eira had come especially to send Elijah off after receiving his handwritten letter yesterday.

Watching Elijah's slender figure stand as a beacon in the roaring mountain wind atop Mount Fuoco brought tears to her eyes.

She had never seen Elijah before, not even a photo.

All the stories about Elijah were heard through legends.

The fierce winds atop Mount Fuoco bowed the rows of spruce trees, seemingly threatening to snap them.

In the wild wind, Master Elijah stood firm like an ancient pine, unmoved.

Robin watched Elijah transform before his eyes.

The previously dull, aged eyes now shone with piercing brilliance.

This was the inner sword energy radiance of a Grandmaster Swordsman.

Listening closely, he could hear the opponent's blood and pulse roaring like a torrential river, steady and powerful as molten gold and silver.

This was the Iron Body of the Sword Saint.

A martial arts master of Elijah's cultivation stood atop Mount Fuoco, merged as one with the sacred land of the Sakuran Spirit.

Elijah bowed deeply. "Mr. Ramsey, our battle is not about Sakuranian Martial Arts, nor about worldly grudges. It's a test of cultivation. Please give it your all!"

Robin bowed slightly, sheathing his dragon dagger. "Master Elijah, please proceed."

Elijah also planted his saber into the mountain stone.

In an instant, his gaze turned sharp as a sword, and a whirlwind rushed towards Robin.

With a sweeping strike, Elijah's iron fist cracked the void and aimed straight for Robin's chest.

Crack, crack, crack!

In the void, the howling mountain wind shattered under Master Elijah's iron fist.

The fierce wind from his punch snapped hundreds of spruce branches around them.