The Deadly Assassin Robin

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.

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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 Sakuraniare

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 a martial spirit.

oment Elijah swung his battle blade, he seemed to be possessed by

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!

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

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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 deafeni clash of steel.

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

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

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

Under the dazzling sunlight, countless silver strands burst into the air, scattering in the icy wind.

Had he dodged even a fraction of a second slower, Robin’s punch would have torn straight through Elijah.

This strike was as powerful as a meteor descending from the sky, engulfing everything in its path and dwarfing even the tallest mountains and vast rivers.

Facing the Sword Saint head–on would have reduced any ordinary martial grandmaster to ashes.

Elijah was, after all, a Sword Saint–level grandmaster of the supreme Northern Star Sect, his martial prowess having reached the pinnacle of perfection.

With the legendary Blossomfall Blade in his grasp, he barely managed to hold his ground against the monstrous killing intent emanating from Robin.

In an instant, the Blossomfall Blade’s main goal changed. It flowed smoothly through a series of top–level attacks, including lifting, thrusting, intercepting, blocking, crashing, sweeping, guiding, and entangling. All of these attacks were done at the highest level.

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Light as drifting clouds, swift as a soaring dragon.

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Advancing and retreating with divine agility, a single swing could sever mountains and rivers for miles.

Like a raging tornado, his relentless strikes combined offense and defense, weaving between feints and advances–forcefully devouring half of Robin’s ferocious fist wind.

Then, everything came to a sudden halt. Master Elijah gathered all his inner strength and struck with a single slash, cleaving down upon Robin’s blocking fist wind.

Clang!

A resounding clash, like an ancient bell tolling through the ages, shook even the dormant magma of Mount Fuoco, causing it to bubble and churn, ready to erupt!

This was their first direct clash. It was a collision of pure power.

As the blade clashed fiercely with the fist wind, both fighters were instantly forced apart–sliding backward ten meters in opposite directions, leaving behind deep, trench–like footprints carved into the mountaintop.

Robin finally nodded toward Master Elijah. “That strike was worthy!”

It was the first time in his life he had encountered a truly formidable opponent.

Elijah’s eyes flickered with shock. Suppressing the blood surging in his chest, he forced out a rare, respectful smile.

For a warrior who had never tasted defeat, a formidable opponent was nothing less than a stimulant.

After experiencing Master Elijah’s fierce and unyielding strike, Robin’s blood surged with exhilaron, his heart pounding with battle fervor.

He took a deep breath, his gaze flashing with an unshakable determination to fight. “Master Elijah, come again!”

The moment the words fell, his body followed his will, and with breathtaking speed, he unleashed another strike.

This punch carried the raw, ancient might of the ages–vast and boundless.

It was like the slumbering dragon of eternity, suddenly awakening from cons of dormancy, soaring straight into the heavens!

The roar of a deep, resonant dragon shattered through time, piercing across the ages and transforming the clear sky above Mount Fuoco into a swirling tempest of clouds and mist.

Facing Robin’s prehistoric punch that traversed millions of years, Elijah gathered all the glory of the Northern Star Sect since its founding onto the Blossomfall Blade and charged forward to meet the attack!

As the blade’s intent emerged, it instantly shifted through countless flashes of blade light until it transformed into thousands of piercing points, enveloping the entirety of the fist wind.

Yet, this strike held no sharpness. It was soft and fluid, like a gentle mountain spring–warm and serene.

At this level, the principles of the swords had transcended all form–limitless, boundless, free.

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Boom! Boom! Boom!

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The intent of the blade clashed with the force of Robin’s punch once more, sending a reverberating sound across the heavens.

Master Elijah staggered back several steps, his feet carving two deep imprints into the earth. noveldrama

Robin’s strike had once again shattered everything Elijah had believed.

He finally understood that all techniques and doctrines were meaningless.

A true Grandmaster had already become one with the heavens and the earth, merging entirely with the weapon in hand.

At this level, even the most supreme blade intent, martial arts, and cultivation were nothing but dust before him!

Thirty years of waiting, 30 years of enduring the elements, 30 years of hardship in seclusion–all for this one moment to pierce through the veil of illusion!

Now, he had seen it!

Master Elijah looked at Robin, gripping his battle blade even tighter. His voice burned with conviction, “Come on!”

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