"Get out of the way and call your boss out!" Just as everyone was having a good time, suddenly, a loud shout came from outside.

  Could it be that another arrogant great sword master has come to humiliate himself?

  Under the gaze of suspicion, people walked out one after another. There stood a black-clad warrior in the middle of the street, with a Viking heavy sword hanging from his waist and a pair of leopard skin boots on his feet, staring intently at Yang Ling who was slowly walking out.

  "Hmph, by the order of Master Ilya, please meet me in three days at the Raduga Valley for a duel to the death. Please arrive on time!" The black-clad warrior tossed the letter of challenge in front of Yang Ling and turned to leave.

  A matter of life and death?

  After understanding what was going on, Yang Ling let out a cold hum and said coldly: "Hey, slow down, you think you can just leave like that?"

  As soon as Yang Ling's voice fell, more than a dozen barbarians wearing heavy armor rushed up, blocking the black-clothed warrior's path, their giant axes gleaming with cold light. At the same time, the onlookers also came back to their senses.

  "Kill him!"

  "Damn it, take down this shameless running dog!"

  "Yibi Li, dig out his black heart and use it as a wine appetizer!"

  .....

  Under the stimulation of alcohol, people shouted loudly and vented their dissatisfaction with the Anka family in their daily lives, one louder than the other.

  Look at the fierce and formidable barbarian, then look at the angry townspeople around him. The black-clad warrior's face changed faster than the weather, no longer daring to pretend, and said nervously: "Sir, what are your orders?"

  Look at the black-clothed warrior with a face as expressionless as a wall, Yang Ling chuckled and said: "Heh heh, since you've come, you should bring some gifts back. Help me greet your master Emiya and tell him I wish him good health and longevity, and a longer and plumper butt!"

  Butts get longer and fuller?

  After a moment of stunned silence, the crowd burst into laughter, remembering the great swordsman Battis who had leaped out of Visen town like a toad. Just thinking about the big "ANKA" on his butt made them laugh so hard they couldn't breathe.

  "Heh heh, with a raised butt, things get done!"

  "Those Amish girls are born to be submissive!"

  .....

  Emboldened by drink, several mercenaries who had previously been oppressed by the Anka family began to loudly and recklessly mock. Under their influence, people used the most vicious language to insult Imya's ancestors for eight generations, almost pulling them out of their graves to flog their corpses.

  Looking around at the sinister barbarians, listening to people one by one exposing their lord's atrocities, the black-clad warrior's face turned pale and white, subconsciously retreating step by step.

  "Hah! I said it was you, you stinky little brat!" Just as the black-clad warrior was about to slink away with his tail between his legs, the thief Fenrist suddenly burst out and kicked him to the ground. "I'll kill you, you dog-legged scoundrel! Give me back my fingerhead and spit out all the black money you've been collecting from my old man over the years!"

  Fenrist gritted his teeth, his eyes blazing with anger. It was this guy who had informed on him a few years ago, inciting Emilia to cut off her own fingers. And just recently, it was this damned guy who had led the group that extorted money from them, leaving their family without rice for three days.

  After a moment of hesitation, seeing Yang Ling not stopping him, the mercenary Gulete also rushed out and kicked the black-clothed warrior on the ground. Others, taking advantage of their drunkenness, also rushed over to vent their anger by kicking him several times. Soon, the black-clothed warrior who had looked down on them earlier was beaten into a pulp.

  "Sir, sir save me, save me..." After spitting out a mouthful of blood, the black-clad warrior scrambled and rolled to Yang Ling's front. He knew that he had accumulated too much resentment with everyone in his daily life, and at this moment, only Yang Ling could save his life.

  "Oh, I heard that the young master of your house has skin as white and tender as a baby's bottom, especially his butt, it's just like...". Yang Ling paused on purpose, seeing everyone staring at him with rapt attention, he continued: "Just like a monkey's butt, pale with a hint of red, I wonder if it's true or not?"

  Monkey butt?

  The crowd burst into laughter again, looking at the disheveled black-clad warrior with a sense of relief. It was so satisfying! Emiya and his minions had been bullying them for years, and before, everyone dared not speak out against him. Now, with Yang Ling backing them up, they finally got to vent their anger.

  "Sir, this..., I..."

  The black-clad warrior muttered to himself in distress, continuing along the lines of Yang Ling's meaning. If Yimia found out, where would he be able to escape? But if he didn't speak up, not to mention the heavily armored barbarians by his side, even the enraged townspeople in front of him could trample him to death.

  After a cold hum, Yang Ling secretly gave the barbarian leader a wink. The latter understood and viciously stepped on the black-clothed warrior's right hand fingertips with great force. Instantly, the black-clothed warrior let out a miserable scream like a slaughtered pig, loudly shouting: "Yes, yes, Master... his butt is as red as a monkey's butt..."

  "Alright, very well!" Yang Ling coldly smiled and said, looking at the black-clad warrior who was crying out in pain: "Go back and tell those dog legs that are mixed with you, the Anka family's evil deeds are numerous, heaven can't tolerate it. Those who want to live should surrender early. Otherwise, after I defeat that little brat Emilia on the dueling field, don't blame us for being ruthless and wiping them out!"

  Go all out!

  It's coming sooner or later, Yang Ling decided to take the opportunity to eradicate the root cause and completely solve the Anka family's power in Weisen Town. As the saying goes, if you want to eliminate the source of trouble, you must first pull out its claws and teeth. The black-clothed warrior in front of him had spoken ill of Emiya in public, and with Emiya's ruthless, cold and sinister personality, he knew that she would never let him off once she found out.

  The black-clad warrior is afraid of death, and judging from his appearance, he's no fool. Faced with Emiya's ruthless methods, he'll likely try to find a way out as soon as possible. This might just be an opportunity to undermine Emiya's military morale through him, weakening their unity and spirit. If Emiya kills the black-clad warrior in anger, that would be even better - his military morale will be shaken no matter what. With just a bit more manipulation, it should be possible to make it difficult for Emiya to calmly prepare for the decisive battle three days from now.

  The two armies clashed, and not killing the messenger was simply foolish. Yang Ling would never put such false righteousness on his lips. As long as there was an opportunity to strike the enemy, he would never let it go to waste.

  After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, the black-clad warrior slunk away like a bereaved dog, fearing that if he stayed any longer, his life would be in danger. Watching him quickly disappear into the distance, Yang Ling whispered a few words in Kasier's ear, who was startled and then resolutely nodded his head.

  After making arrangements, Yang Ling rode the unicorn back to the depths of the Tras Forest, preparing to retreat for three days. Since Imiya had boasted, he naturally had his own capital to rely on. At this moment, the only way was to improve his strength as much as possible. Perhaps the remaining half bottle of Life Spring Water in his arms could bring him a pleasant surprise.

  Yang Ling was prepared for battle, but Emiya inside the castle was furious. Looking at the black-clad warrior who rolled back in a dejected manner, looking at his timid and shrinking eyes, she hated him so much that she wanted to cut him into two segments with one knife.

  "Bastard, crawling back like a dog, you've disgraced the face of our Anka family, get out!" Enraged, Imiya kicked the black-clad warrior kneeling before her. However, if she had known that the black-clad warrior had publicly said that her buttocks were as red and white as a monkey's, it wouldn't have been just a few kicks.

  Emiya's face turned pale, and the black-robed strategist Good shook his head. Compared to the old master of the house, Emiya still had a long way to go. After a moment of contemplation, he was about to offer some words of advice when suddenly a commotion broke out outside the castle, followed by the thunderous sound of war drums.

  "Master, something terrible has happened! Yang Ling's guard troops are coming to kill us!" a warrior rushed in frantically.

  "What? You despicable guy, courting death! Come on, follow me and let's go out there and kill!"

  After the shock, Yimia was furious and summoned his guards to charge out like a whirlwind. Unexpectedly, after seeing his figure from afar, the enemy gave an order and quickly retreated, running faster than a rabbit. When Yimia led his men back to the castle, the enemy came back with a loud shout and killed again.

  Thus, Kassy commanded the crowd to continuously harass Imia's army. When the other side was outnumbered, they would surge forward and kill them, but when Imia led his army out in a charge, they would quickly retreat, leaving Imia enraged and flustered. Later on, as soon as there was any movement outside, he would rush out like a nervous fit, shouting and killing.