Capítulo 28: The Butt That Caused All the Trouble

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

"Get lost, get your boss out here!" Just as the crowd was at the height of their excitement, a loud shout came suddenly from outside the door.

Could it be that there was another arrogant Great Swordsman here to receive humiliation?

Doubtfully, the crowd gathered outside. They saw a black-robed warrior standing in the middle of the street, looking rather stoic. He had a heavy sword strapped beside his waist, and he was wearing leopard print boots. He stared at Yang Ling, who was walking outside slowly.

"Hmph, under the orders of master Ymir, I am here to invite you to a duel to the death three days from now in the Ladoja Valley. Please come on time!" After tossing the written letter of challenge toward Yang Ling, the black-robed warrior turned to leave.

A duel to the death?

After understanding what was going on, Yang Ling let out a cold grunt and said coldly, "Haha, wait up, do you think you can leave just like that?"

Yang Ling had just said this when ten heavily armored barbarians swarmed forward, blocking the path of the black-robed warrior. The tire-sized axes in their hands shone with a cold light. At the same time, the crowd also began to come to their senses.

"Kill him!"

"D*mn it, finish this shameless lackey!"

"Oh Yiblis, dig out his black heart and pickle it in wine!"

…

Under the influence of alcohol, the crowd shouted rowdily, expressing their disdain for the Anca family, each fiercer than the last.

Looking at the bloodthirsty barbarians, then at the furious townspeople surrounding him, the expression of the black-robed warrior changed faster than the weather. He no longer dared keep up his pretense, and instead said uneasily, "Sir, do you have any instructions for me?"

Seeing the black-robed warrior growing pale, Yang Ling smiled and said, "Haha, you should take some presents back since you have already taken the time to come all the way here. Help me give my respects to your master Ymir. Tell him that I wish him good health and a long life, oh and a butt that grows plumper every year!"

A butt that grows plumper every year?

After freezing for a moment, the crowd broke into laughter as they recalled the Great Swordsman Batiste who had jumped out of Wissen Town like a toad. They could not contain their laughter once they recalled the word "Anca" written on his butt.

"Haha, it's better to have a perkier butt!"

"That's right, that darned Ymir is a natural dimwit!"

…

Because of the alcohol, some of the troops who had been bullied by the Anca family scolded without a care in the world. Under their influence, the rest of the people started cursing Ymir's ancestors using the vilest of expletives. They almost wanted to drag the bodies of his ancestors up from their graves and give them a good flogging.

Looking at the unfriendly barbarians around him, listening to the people exposing his master's violent ways, the expression of the black-robed warrior changed drastically. He instinctively took a few steps back in retreat.

"Haha, look who it is!" Just as the black-robed warrior was about to flee for his life, the thief Fenlist suddenly charged forward, kicking him onto the ground. "I'll kill a lackey like you! D*mn it, return my finger, and cough up the money you extorted from me over the years!"

Fenlist was furious, his eyes red. A few years ago, this man had told on him to the Anca family, as well as talked Ymir into cutting his finger off. Some time ago, it was also this man who helped Ymir extort money from him, causing his family to starve for three days.

Hesitating for a moment, then seeing that Yang Ling wasn't stopping Fenlist, the soldier Gullit also charged forward, kicking the black-robed warrior in the chest. When the other people saw this, they all swarmed forward under the influence of alcohol, each kicking him a few times to vent their anger. Quickly, the previously arrogant black-robed warrior had been beaten to a pulp.

"Sir, sir, save me, save me…" After spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood, the black-robed warrior crawled toward Yang Ling. He knew that he had been accumulating bad blood with the townspeople over the years and that at this moment, only Yang Ling had the ability to save him.

"Oh, I heard that your Young Master's skin is fair and supple, especially his butt. It is just like…" Yang Ling paused dramatically, then continued when he saw the group's eyes on him, "It is just like a monkey's butt, a little red peeking out from the white. I wonder if that is true or not?"

A monkey's butt?

The crowd once again broke into laughter as they looked at the dirt-covered warrior in black. It felt great, it felt really great! Ymir and his lackeys had been oppressing the people of the town for years. In the past, the townspeople only dared to be angry, yet they never dared to take voice against the oppression. Now that Yang Ling was backing them, they could finally voice their grievances.

"Sir, this… I…"

The black-robed warrior was conflicted. If he were to follow Yang Ling's reasoning and elaborate, how would Ymir forgive him if he ever found out about it? But if he did not comment, the furious townspeople would kick him until he became mush. He didn't want to think about what the heavily armored barbarians around him would do.

After a cold grunt, Yang Ling secretly shot a glance at the leader of the barbarians. The latter understood, fiercely plunging his foot down onto the right fingernail of the black-robed warrior, smashing it into pulp. In that moment, the black-robed warrior wailed pathetically, like a pig in a slaughterhouse. He shouted loudly, "Yes, yes, my master's… His butt is like a monkey's butt, a little red peeking out from the white…"

"Great, really great!" Yang Ling let out a cold laugh. He looked at the crying black-robed warrior and continued, "Go back and tell those lackeys you work with, the Anca family has committed much evil. The heavens will not forgive them. If they wish to live, it is best for them to surrender as soon as possible. Otherwise, after I kill that lad Ymir during our duel, do not blame me for being merciless and exterminating them!"

He had to go the distance!

What was fated for him would come sooner or later. Yang Ling had decided to eliminate the problem from its roots. He wanted to completely dissolve the stronghold the Anca family had over Wissen Town. After all, one had to tackle the source when dealing with any problem. Now that the black-robed warrior was speaking ill of Ymir in front of everyone else, considering Ymir's sinister and evil personality, he would never forgive him after he found out.

The black-robed warrior was fearful for his life. He did not look like a fool, so he would definitely plan for his survival when faced with Ymir's evil ways. Since that was the case, Yang Ling might be able to shake the morale of Ymir's forces and dismantle their unity through this black-robed warrior. It would be even better if Ymir killed this warrior to vent his anger. That would definitely shake the morale of his underlings. With a few more tricks, Yang Ling could make sure that Ymir would not have a good time preparing for the duel in three days.

The rule of not killing an envoy during a war was too outdated. Yang Ling would never speak of such hypocritical kindness. He would never let go of an opportunity to defeat his enemy.

After spitting out a few mouthfuls of blood, the black-robed warrior fled for his life like a defeated dog. He was afraid that he would lose his life if he staid any longer. Seeing his rapidly vanishing figure, Yang Ling whispered instructions into Casey's ear. The latter was shocked, but he quickly nodded with determination.

After the preparations were complete, Yang Ling returned to the Terras Forest riding his Unicorn. He wanted to take the next three days to train. Since Ymir had requested a duel to the death, he must have a trump card he was relying on. At this moment, the right course of action for him to take was to quickly improve his abilities. Perhaps the half-filled bottle of Water from the Spring of Life might be able to give him a surprise.

Yang Ling prepared for the battle without worry, but Ymir in his castle was furious and flustered. Seeing the black-robed warrior return covered in dirt, seeing him squirm and his fearful eyes, Ymir wanted badly to cut him in half.

"You b*stard, you crawled back like a dog. You have dishonored the face of the Anca family, now scram!" In his fury, Ymir kicked the kneeling black-robed warrior. But if he had known about how the black-robed warrior had talked about his butt being like a monkey's in front of the townspeople, the warrior would not have escaped just after a few kicks.

Seeing Ymir's anger and nervousness, the tactician Goode shook his head. Ymir still had a long road ahead of him if he wanted to be compared to the experienced, scheming old master. After a moment's deliberation, he had wanted to give Ymir a word of caution. But unexpectedly, a commotion broke out from outside the castle, followed by the sounds of deafening war drums.

"Young master, this is not good. Yang Ling's guards are attacking us!" A flustered soldier charged into the room.

"What? That despicable lad, he is asking for death. Come, fight together with me, quick!"

After the shock, Ymir became furious. He gathered his guards and charged out of the castle like the wind. Unexpectedly, when they saw his figure appear, the other party issued an order and quickly retreated faster than a rabbit. When Ymir and his army returned into the castle, the other party charged forward in attack once again.

Just like that, the group led by Casey disturbed Ymir's army continuously. They attacked fiercely when there were not many people guarding the castle, then quickly retreated when they saw the army led by Ymir charging out, much to the fury of Ymir. Soon after, Ymir would charge out of the castle all guns blazing when he heard so much of a rustle, much like a madman.

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