"Yimia brother, how did your clothes become like this? Look, your butt is exposed!" Yang Ling said with a pretentious shake of his head, looking at Yimia who was gritting his teeth after the big fight. "It doesn't matter if you lose face in front of everyone by showing off your white butt, but you mustn't catch a cold! Why don't you go change into another set of clothes and come back to continue fighting?"

  White buttocks?

  Under Yang Ling's kind reminder, the people who had come to their senses stared at Yimia's buttocks. Sure enough, Yimia's pants had been burned through by the flames with several thumb-sized holes, and her delicate white buttocks were faintly visible.

  "Haha, great, indeed white with a hint of red, even better-looking than a monkey's butt!"

  "Haha, aren't the Anka family fond of forcing good people into prostitution? Sell him to a brothel in the imperial capital of the Batu Empire. With his pale and tender ***, business will definitely be booming!"

  "Haha, find a few beastmen to satisfy him, or take him to mate with Mother Saro Beast!"

  "No, he should be taken away to mate with a female rhinoceros, such a wonderful butt can't be wasted!"

  .....

  Haha, after a loud laugh, some mercenaries let out a sigh of relief and started teasing loudly. The people who heard it also followed suit, making Emiya's eyes blaze with anger and her whole body tremble. If she didn't know that she wasn't a match for the unicorn, she would have probably pounced on Yang Ling, the culprit, right away.

  "What a pity! One mistake after another, and now this excellent equipment is wasted!" Seeing Emilia defeated, Temple Knight Cruz shook his head.

  In Kruse's view, with the many top-notch equipment on her body, Emilia can quickly end the battle as soon as it starts. Transforming into a shield with the Earth Guardian Cloak, surround Yang Ling with a wall of fire and launch a fierce attack. This way, Yang Ling won't even have a chance to turn the tables, let alone summon the Evil Eye.

  Furthermore, the evil eyes summoned by Yang Ling have strong attacking power but move slowly and have extremely poor defensive capabilities, as evidenced by their later inability to withstand a single blow from the Barto demon. If Imia has sufficient experience, she can completely annihilate them with continuous explosive fireballs before they even form an array.

  In this way, Yang Ling will instantly become a lone commander, and as long as Emiya pursues the victory, he will be too busy to summon the unicorn. Unfortunately, Emiya made mistake after mistake, wasting many good opportunities to kill Yang Ling.

  Kurus believed that if he had such top-notch equipment, he could have killed Yang Ling in just a few rounds. Summoners play a significant role in large-scale battles, but they are not good at close combat in solo fights. The time it takes to chant and summon magic beasts is enough for a skilled swordsman or knight to deliver a fatal blow.

  Outside, people pointed and whispered loudly. Inside, Yimuya gritted her teeth and stared fiercely at Yang Ling, who was calm and confident in front of her.

  Facing the ridicule and scorn of the crowd, looking at Yang Ling's hatred-filled face, Emiya's complexion turned pale. From a young age, he had lived a carefree life, with fine food and drink every day, and servants catering to his every need; whenever he went out, people would gather around him, and even the elderly and children in Visen Town would show respect to this young master. Even some of the more unruly mercenaries would put on a respectful face when they saw him.

  But all of this changed completely after meeting Yang Ling!

  In the Elf tribe, just as they were about to defeat the Elf warriors and capture many young and beautiful Elf maidens, Yang Ling, that damned Summoner, suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He even commanded a unicorn to rip its own buttocks to shreds, causing it to lie in bed for an entire month.

  Not lying down for a month, but facing down and kneeling for a whole month! Thinking of that kind of prison-like taste, Yimia can't help but want to crush Yang Ling's bones into ashes.

  After contacting the Assassin's Guild, I just wanted to drink a cup of wine to celebrate, but received the bad news that the assassination had failed. After enduring for a few days, under the arrangements of strategist Guo, I contacted Batis, the imperial great swordsman of the Pantu Empire, and thought that I could finally borrow a knife to kill someone and avenge my hatred. Who knew that in the end, it would be counterproductive, and Yang Ling would take advantage of the situation to draw two big characters "Anka" on Batis' buttocks, humiliating him severely.

  What is called shame and ugliness turning into anger, what is called being stifled, what is called hatred seeping into one's bones?

  These days, Ymir has deeply tasted these unprecedented flavors. Since the heavy loss in the Elf tribe, he felt that everything had changed.

  The father's letter scolded himself until he was covered in blood, and the strategist Gu De would occasionally look at himself with a sigh. Even the usually obedient slaves and servants were whispering to each other behind his back.

  There were rumors that she was incompetent and couldn't do anything without her father's help; there were also rumors that Yang Ling was recruiting soldiers on a large scale, waiting for the opportunity to attack her castle, and all kinds of rumors filled every corner of the castle. Every time she inadvertently heard them, Emiya felt her blood boiling with rage, as if she wanted to pull out the tongues of those who spread the rumors alive.

  He's had enough!

  If she continued to endure like this, Yimia even suspected that she would become a madwoman, one who bites people at the sight of them.

  "Yimia brother, are you okay? Didn't you really unfortunately get caught in the lower talk and catch a cold just by showing your butt?" Seeing Yimia's furious face, her whole body trembling, Yang Ling smiled hypocritically on the surface, but in his heart he had just taken out a vicious breath.

  Awesome, it's really too awesome!

  When you love someone, it's not like some popular singers who pretend to be ill and weak. You have to think of ways to pursue them with all your might. Similarly, when you hate someone, you must strike at their spirit and body, knock them down and then press down on them hard, so that they can never turn over again.

  Watching Emiya's face turn pale and then flush again under the ridicule of everyone, Yang Ling felt more pleased than if he had been stabbed in the chest.

  "Haha, this kid is getting more and more interesting!" The old man in black nodded his head in approval as he listened to the people's unbridled teasing, looked at Emiya who was so angry that she was about to spit blood, and glanced at Yang Ling who was smiling with a hidden knife.

  "Is it interesting?" Looking at the handsome Yang Ling in the field, Meryl's heart moved and said: "It's rare for a mentor to appreciate someone so much, but after all, whether he is useful or not, we have to try him out to know!"

  "Meryl, the other party may come from a powerful and ancient family, be mindful of your manners, don't act rashly!" The old man in black shook his head, he knew Meryl's personality best.

  The old man in black didn't say anything, but as soon as he did, Meryl's interest in Yang Ling grew even more. Conquering a man who was even praised by his mentor was absolutely more thrilling than conquering a wealthy and influential nobleman. She was full of confidence in her own charm. There had never been a man who wasn't enchanted by her to the point of being infatuated, not in the past, not now, and there wouldn't be one in the future either.

  After instructing a few sentences, the black-clothed old man slowly closed his eyes and cautiously detected the obscure magic fluctuations on the opposite mountain. A master does not move unless necessary, but when he does, it is like a lion pouncing on a rabbit - one strike to kill. Be careful, for even a safe journey can be ruined by a single mistake.

  Off the court, people were discussing and ridiculing loudly. On the court, Yimia was making a difficult decision in her heart. Looking at Yang Ling's face full of ridicule and listening to the increasingly unbearable ridicule from the crowd, she felt like she was about to go crazy.

  Are you competing with him?

  After a moment of hesitation, Yimia gritted her teeth and slashed her wrist, pouring the bright red blood onto the eerie snake-shaped staff. Instantly, the eerie staff emitted a surge of turbulent magical energy.