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Chapter 1369 Jaxon Rose of the Third Syndicate Finished The two grotesque women from the previous night pushed through the crowd, their beady eyes burning into Robin with pure hatred.

“Priestess Hacyon was right–you’re utterly delusional!” one spat.

“The Four Warlords who once dominated Netheris? You’re not fit to lick their boots!

Robin smirked. “Still gargling the Syndicate’s lies, I sec. Tell me, hogs–what have you ever done besides worship shadows?

“Just look at yourselves, acting like deluded fools.

“Those ‘Warlords‘ would crumble under one punch from me.”

The women’s lumpy faces twisted in rage, their sausage fingers twitching as if itching to strike.

The provocation sent ripples through the gathered warriors who were here for the Martial Arts Tournament of Mount Netheris.

“Who does this trash think he is? He dares to disrespect the Third Syndicate’s legends!”

A thunderous voice cracked through the murmurs.

“Do you even know what kind of force the Four Warlords were back then?

“Under the High Pontiff, Netheris Syndicate flourished because of the Four Warlords and the Eighteen Golden Armor Knights. The Third Syndicate shaped eras with a glance.

“And you think you can eclipse them? You reek of madness ”

Robin searched for the voice and saw a group of ten men marching toward him.

A towering figure with muscles like steel cables led them. He looked to be 30 years old.

His eyes harbored a chilling murderous intent as they locked on Robin.

Arthur whispered in Robin’s ears. “Mr. Ramsey, that’s Jaxon Rose. The Third Syndicate’s Peak Grandmaster.”

Jaxon began striding toward Robin.

The crowd parted to make way for him.

“

Jaxon from the Third Syndicate “

already hit the Peak Grandmaster ”

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first in the Third !

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08:07 Sat 31 May AO x.92 Chapter 1369 Jaxon Rose of the Third Syndicate “Just his oppressive aura makes anyone below Grandmaster level tremble like leaves Robin studied Jaxon’s approach.

The man radiated palpable energy–a tsunami contained in human form.

If he had to draw a comparison-

Finished Even Prometheus, the former ruler of the World of Darkness, wouldn’t last three rounds against him.

He had an impressive cultivation for his age.

But with mentors like the Third Syndicate’s Four Warlords and Eighteen Golden Armor Knights was expected.

Yet power had clearly bred arrogance. Jaxon carried himself with the swagger of someone who’d never challenged.

Naturally, Robin’s dismissal of the Warlords ignited his fury.

“Which gutter syndicate spat you out?” Jaxon’s finger stabbed toward Robin, his neck veins bulging. “How dare you insult my masters!”

Every traveler on Mount Netheris‘ path froze, holding their breath for the impending clash.

“Who this nobody?”

Is he from the First Syndicate?”

“Impossible–they’ve got no one like him.”

“He seems… pretty close to Hacyon from the Ninth Syndicate.”

Robin chuckled. “Your precious Warlords are rotting in unmarked graves Yet here you are, still worshiping their shadows “Do you have a problem with the truth?”

“Mr.

Arthur tugged his sleeve nervously. “Mr. Ramsey-”

“Relax.” Robin ruffled the boy’s hair. “If he’s in such a hurry to die, I’ll oblige him.”

The tension became palpable. A fierce battle was about to erupt.

Onlookers up Robin.

“Either completely insane… or already beyond Grandmaster ”

fists with ”

two saw from.

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Chapter 1369 Jaxon Rose of the Third Syndicate Their argument quickly caught Hacyon’s attention.

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Finished “Enough!” Hacyon’s voice cut through the tension as she arrived. She scorched her disciples with a glare. “Another word and you’ll lose your tongues. Step back!”

Turning to Jaxon, she lifted her chin. “Master Rose, Pontiff Talmud has summoned this man.

“If … if he has offended you in any way, wait until his meeting with Pontiff Talmud ends. Settle your ute afterward.”

Jaxon’s sneer didn’t waver as he shot Hacyon a look.

To him, Hacyon–a mere First–rank Master–wasn’t worth acknowledging.

Among the Netheris Syndicates, the Third Syndicate stood as the most powerful.

As the Third Syndicate’s top young elite, Jaxon naturally looked down on someone of Hacyon’s cultivation level.

However, Hacyon had mentioned that Pontiff Talmud wished to see this man–and that gave him pause.

Defying a syndicate pontiff, regardless of one’s status, was a crime punishable by execution under the High Pontiff’s decree.

Jaxon let out a cold laugh, jabbing a finger in Robin’s direction.

“Since Pontiff Talmud wants you, I’ll spare you for now!

“But mark my words–crossing me will cost you dearly!” He then launched into laughter.

His icy laughter echoed across Mount Netheris‘ winding paths.

Everyone understood the unspoken threat behind that laughter.

The crowd’s gazes turned to Robin, filled with pity.

To be marked by a ruthless Peak Grandmaster like Jaxon, without the protection of someone stronger, survival was impossible.

Hacyon stormed up to Robin, her glare sharp enough to cut. “Do you have any idea what you just did?

“Do you know who you’ve provoked?

“That was Jaxon–the Third Syndicate’s number one young genius, someone with the rank of the Peak Grandmaster!

“A direct disciple of their Four Warlords!

“He’s trained by the Four Warlords and the Eighteen Golden Armor Knights themselves–a true elite of Netheris!

“How dare a mere nobody like you challenge him “If I hadn’t needed you for the Ninth Syndicate’s Soulforge trials at Soulforge Tower, I wouldn’t intervened.

08:07 Sat, 31 May AO Chapter 1369 Jaxon Rose of the Third Syndicate “Do you realize what would’ve happened? You’d be a corpse on this mountain right now!”

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Finished Beside Robin, Daphne’s grip tightened around her dagger. The urge to cut this woman down flared–but without Robin’s order, she could only glare in icy silence.

The two dark, lumpy women, watching Hacyon march furiously uphill, sneered at Robin.

“Just wait until Master Rose tears you apart!”

Daphne’s boot lashed out, striking one squarely in her bloated backside.

The kick sent both women tumbling down the slope, rolling like barrels for over 50 feet.

“Stupid pigs.” Daphne chuckled darkly.

Robin merely smirked. “Let’s go. I’m curious to see what passes for ‘talent‘ among the Dark Syndicate’s so- called elites.”

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