The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231 You're Asking for Death!
Ronald glanced at the four Neville warriors advancing toward him and let out a loud laugh.

"Tristan, I'm just an old man who stepped away from this world long ago. Let the young ones take care of these affairs."

With contempt, Tristan shot Ronald a disdainful glance, then looked over at Kyler and the others.

Just as the Nevilles martial arts experts neared, Jason gave a cold snort and said, "Hold on, I'll go first!"

He stepped forward to the middle, instinctively glancing at Robin. "It's time for certain people to see the real power of a martial arts family."

Jason had spent the entire day bottling up his frustration, eager to prove himself in Robin's eyes.

This day had been the most exasperating of his life.

On his first outing representing his family, he ran into such a humiliating situation, leaving him utterly disgraced.

Had it not been for his grandfather's scolding, he would never have backed down.

To him, no matter how skilled Robin might be, he couldn't measure up to the might of the warriors from the foremost martial arts family.

As the heir to the Nevilles, he was filled with frustration.

Before Tristan could say a word, Jason had already stormed to the front, pointing at the members of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance. "You outsiders dare to brag in front of our martial arts family? How absurd

"Warriors like you, who only focus on external martial arts, are nothing more than a shallow appearance. Compared to the internal martial artists in the ancient martial arts community, you're just insects.

"Whoever steps up first, I will demonstrate the real power of a martial arts family today!"

Jason pointed at Ronald, Kyler, and the leaders of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance, boldly daring them to respond.

Ronald laughed and said, "Tristan, your grandson has some guts, but he hasn't experienced true martial arts yet. Who will show this kid what it's all about?!"

Knox glanced at Ronald and Kyler. "Mr. Quinn, Mr. Kyler, let me handle this kid from the Nevilles first!"

He didn't regard Jason as a threat at all, launching punches straight at him.

Looking at the two, it was clear that even though Knox wasn't as tall as Jason, he was three or four times larger in build.

When it came to sheer presence, Knox easily outmatched Jason.

To his surprise, just as he was about to move, Jason harnessed his martial arts family's internal energy and hit Knox with a palm strike from 16 feet away, launching him back about 15 feet.

Before Knox could even come close to landing a blow, he clutched his chest and began spitting blood uncontrollably.

Jason's palm had damaged Knox's heart meridian.

Knox had assumed Jason was merely a spoiled rich kid from the Nevilles.

He never anticipated that Jason could strike at his heart from afar using internal energy.

A chilly mountain breeze swept through, bringing a curtain of cold rain.

As the scene before Knox grew more and more unclear, he fell to the ground with a heavy thud.

A trace of pride flickered across Jason's face as he turned to Robin with a sense of accomplishment.

Jane clapped her hands with delight, exclaiming, "Jason, great job! Haha ... "

In the quiet valley, laughter rang out like silver bells.

Jason thumped his chest confidently and declared, "Naturally, the internal energy of the leading martial arts family is more than just a name."

Tristan observed his grandchildren's enthusiastic faces with a sense of indifference, showing no signs of excitement.

The six leaders of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance, witnessing Knox being struck down by Jason in a single blow, charged forward, eager to confront him.

Anthony let out a mocking laugh, saying, "You members of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance think highly of yourselves."

"Jason, you should take a break for a bit."

Jason's brow furrowed as he said, "Mr. Anthony, I'm not ready to stop having fun yet. I want to keep playing for a bit longer!"

Without hesitation, he launched himself into the center of the six leaders of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance.

This time, he poured all his abilities into the fight, but it wasn't as effortless as when he took down Knox earlier.

The six leaders of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance surrounded him, forming an impenetrable barrier like a wall of iron and bronze.

No matter how hard he tried, his genuine vital energy and internal energy just couldn't penetrate their defenses.

As the rounds went on, Jason began to feel increasingly uncertain.

When two faction leaders struck at the same time, he felt as though he had collided with an impenetrable stone wall, sent flying back with blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

In that instant, he finally grasped the truth of what his grandfather had warned him.

Horizontal martial arts were not to be underestimated; if mastered to a certain extent, they could elevate a practitioner to the level of a grandmaster.

Martial arts weren't just about the techniques; they depended on the practitioner's skill and talent.

Jane was ready to jump in, but four warriors stood in her path, saying, "Ms. Neville, we've got this covered."

The four warriors moved forward, saving Jason and rushing at the six leaders of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance.

Jane wiped the blood from her brother's mouth and sighed. "Jason, I keep telling you to train harder, but you're so lazy. Can't you see? You lost to them! Remember, you need to put in the effort from now on. You're the one who will lead in the future!"

Jason's face turned red as he whispered, "Jane, there are so many people around. Can you keep your voice down? It's so embarrassing. I promise I'll train harder from now on."

While the siblings exchanged words, the six leaders of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance were all defeated and tumbled off the cliff.

Kyler stared at the scene, his eyes filled with rage.

This represented half of the Brookhaven Martial Alliance's strength, and it had all been destroyed by the four warriors from the Nevilles.

Fueled by a whirlwind of anger, Kyler charged at the four warriors.

Kyler, known as the legendary Southernfist King from Draconia, was undeniably a master of martial arts, with his external skills nearly at their pinnacle.

Even though the four warriors had attained a decent level of cultivation, they still couldn't compete with the formidable martial arts master, Kyler.

Filled with intense hatred, Kyler launched a furious barrage of attacks.