The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 1089

Chapter 1089 A Breakthrough
On the giant screen beneath Mount Fuoco.

In the live broadcasts across the world's major networks.

Once again, the billowing dust, stirred by the sword aura, obscured the view.

However, the tens of millions of spectators in Sakurania had already begun celebrating.

They firmly believed that the invincible Blossomfall Blade, in the hands of the legendary Sword Saint, would be utterly unstoppable and create a miracle.

Yet, the top martial arts leaders of Sakurania wore grim expressions; their brows tightly furrowed.

When Master Elijah had to unsheathe the Blossomfall Blade, the difference between him and Robin became even more apparent.

Daphne, Rita, and Vera were on the verge of breaking from tension.

If Robin failed to withstand Master Elijah's strike, Mount Fuoco would become his final resting place.

The path of vengeance for the Dragon Manor would come to an end.

Worse, Draconia's honor would suffer.

The Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Palace might, in their fury, cast off their battle robes and march into Sakurania, raising the blade of vengeance for Robin!

Atop Mount Fuoco.

Amidst the swirling sand and wind, the moment Elijah swung his battle blade, he seemed to be possessed by a martial spirit.

The world-shaking aura of the Sword Saint erupted in full force!

The Blossomfall Blade truly lived up to its name as the king of blades.

Infused with Master Elijah's indomitable will, it was as if the Blade God had descended, filling the skies with murderous intent.

Elijah gripped his sword with both hands, meeting Robin's thunderous, sky-splitting strike head-on. With a forceful sweep, he deflected the violent edge. Then, twisting midair, he slashed horizontally toward Robin's midsection.

The silver blade radiance reflected the blistering midday sun, adorning the storm-ravaged peak of Mount Fuoco in dazzling, chaotic brilliance!

Before Master Elijah even swung his cold and imposing blade, its intent had already slashed toward Robin's waist the moment the thought took form.

This strike embodied Master Elijah's entire martial will—where the blade's intent reached, killing intent surged!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Blossomfall Blade clashed against Robin's raw fist force, erupting in an earsplitting explosion.

The impact shook this sacred training ground, silent for 30 years, igniting an earth-shattering fervor.

The four-foot Blossomfall Blade was indeed extraordinary.

Its sweeping might was worthy of the world-renowned glory it had once amassed.

Faced with Master Elijah's seamless fusion of man and blade in a fierce, merciless strike, Robin dared not be careless—he had no choice but to sidestep the oncoming icy blade intent.

The icy blade light flowed effortlessly, surging up and down, stirring countless flickering illusions.

It shook Mount Fuoco, which had stood for millions of years, to the brink of collapse, unable to bear the weight.

Robin had just dodged the first sweeping blade when Elijah's second attack came surging in.

Where the blade struck, nothing remained alive—man and blade became one!

In the span of a single second, the Blossomfall Blade had already slashed 19 times!

The blazing midday sun remained fierce; the raging western wind howled unrestrained.

The blade's silver radiance interwove into dazzling halos, completely engulfing Robin in its brilliance.

Then—boom!

Robin's fist struck out—its force colliding with the relentless flurry of blade light, erupting in a deafening clash of steel.

The air trembled violently as his punch shattered the blinding curtain of blade light, launching straight toward Master Elijah's face!

Suddenly startled, Master Elijah tilted his neck to the side.

The razor-sharp fist wind sliced through his long, flowing hair at mid-length!