The Deadly Assassin Robin novel Chapter 889

Chapter 889 As Long as There’s Breath, the Battle Goes On! Once Again! 

The training ground fell silent as all the elite trainees rose to their feet, holding their breath in. anticipation. 

Their 

eyes were fixed on Gavin, Bill, and the others as they prepared to make a counterattack. 

If this move could take down Franco, one of the Twelve Great Warriors of Dragon Soul, it would be an unparalleled honor for their class of elite trainees. 

To them, at such a close range and such four precise attacks, even someone as powerful as Franco would find it nearly impossible to turn the tide–in such a confined space. 

Although the match in the arena was still ongoing, the outcome was practically concluded. 

Some of the elite trainees couldn’t bear to look directly at Franco’s lean, almost frail figure. 

After all, as the saying goes, even the strongest warrior fears youth. No matter how glorious Franco’s past achievements were, even heroes eventually faced the decline of age. 

Meanwhile, Bill and his team were in their prime, at the peak of their strength. 

If this strike landed with full force, the consequences would be devastating! 

At this moment, the sheer power and momentum of Gavin, Bill, Talia, and George’s coordinated attack stood in stark contrast to Franco’s frail, lonely figure. 

Anyone unaware of Franco’s identity might find it hard to believe that he was once one of the legendary Great Warriors of the Dragon Soul, a name that once struck fear into the hearts of enemies. 

Everyone was convinced that the ferocious strike from Gavin and his team would utterly crush Franco, leaving him with no chance of recovery. 

Yet, just as a whirlwind of emotions swept through the training ground, a literal whirlwind erupted in the 

arena. 

In an instant, the four powerful figures of Gavin, Bill, Talia, and George were sent flying like petals scattering in a sudden bloom. 

Thud! Thud! Thud! Thud! Four heavy sounds echoed as the group landed precisely at the edge of the arena once again. 

Gavin lifted his gaze toward Franco, still standing firm and unshaken under the sunlight. He shook his head with a wry smile. 

Gavin had expected this outcome from the start. 

Yet, a stubborn defiance burned within him, refusing to let him stay down. Gritting his teeth, he rose to his feet once again. 

Even though the pain from being beaten was unbearable, he felt that it was a kind of joy in life. 

This kind of joy had been buried for years, locked away in the shadows of time, so much so that he had 

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nearly forgotten it ever existed. 

Bill, meanwhile, was left staggering, his head spinning from the beating. 

His right car, still throbbing from a heavy blow, buzzed with a high–pitched hum. 

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Fortunately, he had put on his protective gear earlier; otherwise, that last kick from Franco would have undoubtedly caved in his skull. 

He squinted as he looked at Franco, still standing firm like an immovable mountain in the wind. 

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t make sense of it, how could such a frail, thin figure possess so much power? 

Talia and George were hit with slightly less force. 

They quickly helped Bill to his feet, positioning themselves once again in front of Franco. 

“Only one minute, and you’re already backing down? Come on, again!” Franco shouted, pointing at them. 

“Pathetic! With this level of skill and mindset, how do you think you’ll ever compete internationally? Don’t make fools of yourselves!“– 

He then pointed at the timekeeper. “Any downtime during the match will be deducted from the total time. I expect a full ten minutes offighting!” 

“Yes, General Whalen. There are 9 minutes and 18 seconds left!” the timekeeper immediately reported. 

Franco’s voice was cold as he snapped, “Stop wasting time! Treat me as your enemy and come at me!” 

At that moment, Bill truly understood the meaning of Jack’s words from earlier. 

These two rounds had made it clear: The Twelve Great Warriors of the Dragon Soul were far more than just a legend. 

Gavin glanced at Talia, George, and Bill. “What do you think?” 

Talia shouted fiercely, “Keep going! I’m not leaving until I bring him down today!” 

Franco’s eyes gleamed with a hint of amusement. “Simon’s daughter?” 

“That’s right! If I don’t take you down today, I’m not Simon’s daughter!” Talia roared, her voice echoing through the training ground, silencing it in an instant. 

The officers in the command tower chuckled at the remark. 

“Heh, looks like that old man Simon is really going to fight me to the death,” Franco said with a cold smile. 

“Kid, I admire your courage! Let’s begin!” 

With that, Gavin rallied the group, leading Talia, George, and Bill as they launched their attacks once 

more. 

Each attack grew more intense than the last. 

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Every time, they switched up their strategies, trying new combinations. 

Yet, the results were far from what they had hoped. 

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Their relentless assaults were met with fierce resistance and again and again, they were knocked down. 

By the 17th charge, after 17 falls, Bill, George, Talia, and Gavin lay sprawled on the arena floor, nearly drained of all their energy. 

The four of them were now seething with frustration, their eyes fixed on Franco, filled with a burning desire for revenge.. 

Bill gritted his teeth, wiped the sweat from his brow, and stubbornly rose to his feet again. 

Turning to the timekeeper, he asked, “How much time is left?” 

“Colonel Lineker, there are six minutes left!” 

“Damn it! Why is the time moving so slowly?” George muttered, shaking his head in frustration. “Colonel Lineker, thank god we wore our gear, or we’d have been paralyzed. This guy’s attack was too ruthless!” 

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“Get up!” Franco barked coldly. “Don’t stop!” 

And with that, they fought on, enduring another seven or eight rounds. 

By the 28th round, Talia and George had been knocked off the arena, unable to rise again. 

Only Gavin and Bill remained in the arena. 

Bill lay flat on the ground, exhausted, panting like a dog. “Timekeeper… How … How much time is left?” 

Franco’s cold voice cut through the air. “Are you just stalling for time?” 

“There are two minutes left. You can’t quit now, get up!” 

With gritted teeth, Bill summoned every last bit of strength and struggled to his feet. 

Together with Gavin, they charged forward once more. 

This time, Franco didn’t hesitate. 

With a single step, he kicked Gavin clear across the arena, his heavy body crashing onto the grass more than 50 feet away.