Chapter 997: Battling the Imperial Guards alone

Chapter 997: Battling the Imperial Guards alone



"You there, you're next!" Robin finished his mocking laugh and pointed at one of the Imperial Guards. Raising his spear above his head with both hands like a cudgel once more, he prepared to unleash the same attack without a doubt!

"Me?!" The stunned imperial guard froze for a moment before abandoning his assault on the formation and swiftly raising his sword. BAM!

In the next instant, the scene shifted before his eyes. Robin's crazed face was suddenly mere inches from his own, and an overwhelming force bore down on him from above.

"Arrgh!!" Though he had anticipated the attack and braced for it, it didn't spare him from its consequences. His sword buckled under the sheer might of the spear, smashing into his head and drawing blood. But that was all- he survived with no major injuries.

"You'll regret choosing this lord as your target!" the imperial guard snarled, pushing the black spear aside with a powerful swing of his sword. With a swift motion, swoosh, he brought his blade down at an angle, aiming to cleave Robin in two.

But BAM!—one of Robin's silver blades barely intercepted the attack, giving him enough time to retreat. "Damn it!" Robin growled in frustration.

"Where do you think you're going?!" emboldened by his apparent ability to face someone claiming to be a Planetary Emperor, the Imperial Guard pressed forward with relentless aggression.

Each of his blows bent the Black Space Spear, its material clearly unsuited for prolonged close combat. Time and again, Robin relied on his silver blades to narrowly evade death against the level 47 imperial guard, the metallic gleam from clashing over and over slicing through the air.

However, something else became evident: the ten silver blades darting around the battlefield like rabid hounds had started to slow down!

"Look at that!" another Imperial Guard shouted, drawing his brothers' attention. Though the guard fighting Robin was now on the winning side due to the interference of three silver blades, the skirmish was dragging on far longer than expected.

"That black spear is far too weak for direct combat," the Marshal declared, his eyes gleaming with newfound clarity. "And Robin Burton can't control more than one silver blade at a time without drastically reducing their speed and dominance. This is our chance!" Raising his voice, the Marshal barked, "Surround him and attack from all directions using your epic weapons! He's nothing more than a paper tiger. Everyone else, destroy the formation!"

"Yes, Marshal!" Ten of the nearest guards to Robin sprang into action, their morale restored, and a fierce determination to eliminate the Planetary Emperor blazing in their eyes.

"...Huh?!" The old Marshal, already watching the 339th grandson, froze in shock, his mouth agape. He couldn't believe what he had just witnessed.

For a fleeting moment, a glimmer of silver darted toward the Imperial Guard's head. In the next instant, the guard stopped mid-sentence. His weapon slipped from his grasp as his lifeless body descended through the gap in the dome, landing near the space portal with wide,

vacant eyes.

He was dead.

"..." The Marshal and the remaining imperial guards halted their attacks, stunned into silence. Without exception, they all turned their gaze toward Robin. What they saw was

beyond belief.

Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

The twenty-one Imperial Guards around him-brothers, uncles, grandsons-all fell simultaneously, their bodies collapsing lifelessly. Each stared blankly with wide, astonished eyes, unable to comprehend their deaths, No, most likely they didn't even know they were

dead.

As for Robin Burton, only two silver blades hovered near him now. The blood and exhaustion that had marred him moments earlier were gone, replaced by an aura of annoyance. He ignored the guards entirely and looked in the direction they had come from, visibly irritated. "Where has that bastard gone now? I can't believe he almost let me escape!"

Then, glancing upward, he shouted, "Rocky, I need a favor, I am willing to use my refinement

percentage!"

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