Breaking That Shell of Yours

Seeing Ymir charge at him in anger, Yang Ling understood that he had already achieved his goal. He tilted his body and moved to the side, easily avoiding the attack.

Ever since he consumed the half bottle of Water from the Spring of Life, he had broken through the last barrier between him and the level of Spirit Wizard. It was not only his Wizard Powers that improved drastically, he was also much faster than before. Even though the Blood Elf Battle Boots Ymir was wearing doubled his agility, his speed was still lower than Yang Ling's.

"Oh, why is Yang Ling so fast? Ymir can't catch up to him even though he is wearing the Blood Elf Battle Boots. It sure is incredible!" the masked Spellcaster Michelle exclaimed in shock. She then continued softly, "Could he have cast an Acceleration Spell?"

After closing her eyes and muttering some incantations, a faint white glow silently spread from Michelle's staff in Yang Ling's direction. But quickly, she opened her eyes and shook her head in confusion. She could not sense any ripples of Magical Energy coming from Yang Ling's body. Yang Ling was clearly not using any Acceleration Magic, nor was he equipped with any high level equipment that could enhance his speed.

"Hehe, that's right, Yang Ling's speed is high, incredibly high, but it is not good enough. Against the heavily armored Ymir, he would suffer defeat sooner or later!" The knight Clause shook his head. In his opinion, Yang Ling stood no chance of victory against the powerful Ymir.

"No, Clause, Yang Ling's ability is very weird. I feel as though he has many abilities up his sleeves. No one can know who exactly will have the last laugh!" Seeing the composed Yang Ling, Michelle had a bout of inspiration. Perhaps this young man would be able to bring an even larger surprise to the table.

After tilting his body and avoiding Ymir's manic attack, Yang Ling let out a cold smile. He took out the sharp dagger from within his Space Ring. At the same time, he secretly conjured a ferocious Horned Bee Beast and hid it within his sleeves.

When he was careless, even the Great Swordsman Batiste had been unable to defend himself against the poisonous stingers of the Horned Bee Beast. Yang Ling believed that a Spellcaster, and one enraged to the point of irrationality like Ymir, would fare even worse. As long as Ymir were to fall for his attack, he would become a fish ready for capture. The battle would basically be over.

"Die!" Letting out a loud roar, Yang Ling did not retreat. Instead, he charged forward with his dagger. At the same time, he instructed the Horned Bee Beast in his sleeve to fire three nearly transparent poisonous stingers straight at Ymir's heart. Unexpectedly, after the clear sounds of contact, Ymir's Kevlar Heavy Armor suffered no damage. The fatal poisonous stingers were all reflected by the armor.

What was even more unfortunate was that Ymir finally came to his senses after Yang Ling avoided the attack. He retreated as he muttered incantations, quickly raising his hand and firing a string of exploding fireballs. The fireballs exploded like grenades upon contact, leaving Yang Ling no choice but to slide sideways to avoid them.

"Oh Yiblis, you blasted Summoner, die!" Ymir's morale was high. He covered the sky with fireballs with just a spell—Sky of Fireballs. The terrifying exploding fireballs danced in the sky, all raring to burn Yang Ling into ash.

"Oh god, Sky of Fireballs?"

Looking at the huge exploding fireballs, the troops and explorers who knew about the spell all lost their voices in shock. Even a Great Spellcaster would not be able to cast a spell like this, much less a high level Spellcaster. The Ring of Flames sure lived up to its name as a powerful fire element equipment. Its power was spectacular.

Seeing Yang Ling being pushed around, Ymir's supporters started to cheer as they flailed the weapons in their hands. At the same time, the ordinary citizens of Wissen Town became incredibly nervous, all fiercely cursing the arrogant Ymir. Some placed their hands on their chests in prayer, hoping that the gods would bless Yang Ling, seemingly more nervous for him than he was for himself.

"To think that the Anca family has so many more treasures other than the Snake Demon Blood Staff. Haha, I'll have to find a chance to pull all of his equipment from his body after the battle!" Staring at the Ring of Flames on Ymir's finger, the mature, beautiful Maryse clenched her teeth, secretly planning how to strike.

Opening his eyes to look at the battle, the black-robed elder did not say a word. Instead, he shook his head and once again closed his eyes in meditation. He was not interested in the victor of the match between Ymir and Yang Ling. All he was concerned about was the Dark Divine Weapon Snake Demon Blood Staff in Ymir's hand. Other than that, there was the faint trace of a Magical Energy ripple coming from the other side of the valley, causing him to keep his guard up.

The resting place of the Holy Dragon Ayrpaciro was no small matter, and naturally there would be many people interested. According to the information from the Underground Association of Dark Magic, it was not only the Church that had sent envoys, even a few lone immortals had also come over out of interest. It looked like the temptation of Divine Weapons had attracted the attention of many.

After narrowly avoiding the exploding fireballs, Yang Ling quickly sliced toward Ymir, his dagger aimed directly at the man's throat. In that moment, Ymir's supporters became very nervous, not daring to take a breath. At the same time, the uneasy townspeople began to cheer.

At the critical moment, Ymir let out a grunt. Suddenly, the Ground Guardian Cloak he wore turned into a brown barrier. The sound of impact could be heard, but the barrier protected Ymir against Yang Ling's precise strike.

"Haha, where else can you run to?" After the initial shock, Ymir poured all of his Magical Energy into the Ring of Flames. He muttered incantations as he shot out a wall of fire, completely surrounding Yang Ling.

With the protection given to him by the brown barrier, Ymir concentrated on his offense. He shot purple exploding fireballs toward Yang Ling, who was still surrounded by the wall of fire. He believed that Yang Ling would soon be either blasted to death by the exploding fireballs or turned to charcoal by the high temperatures of the wall of fire.

After shaking the flames off his sleeves and seeing the exploding fireballs covering the sky, Yang Ling knew that he could not hide any longer. The Horned Bee Beasts had proved ineffective against Ymir's turtle-like barrier and Kevlar Heavy Armor, but the combined attacks of his Evil Eyes might bring about a pleasant surprise. After reciting an incantation, Yang Ling summoned an Evil Eye.

A Summoner who has a contract with an Evil Eye?

Seeing Yang Ling dodging for his life, then looking at the weak Evil Eye, the eyeballs of the people spectating the battle nearly popped out of their sockets. They hadn't expected Yang Ling to be hiding his abilities as a Summoner, nor did they think that he had a contract with a weak creature like the Evil Eye.

Even a small child who had just learned to walk knew that Evil Eyes were rubbish, the weakest of the weakest of the Magical Beasts. If not for the fact that they were creatures that dwelled in groups and would appear in large numbers, they would not even be classified as a Magical Beast. As long as one could carefully slice off the two tentacles it used to gather energy under its chin, the creature wouldn't even be able to release beams of light, completely losing the battle abilities they had.

In Wissen Town, the lullaby mothers used to coax their children went something like, "Good child, I'll catch an Evil Eye to play with you back at home." It was evident the status of Evil Eyes had in the hearts of the people.

But Yang Ling had entered a contract with a Magical Beast like the Evil Eye!

Recovering from what they just saw, the supporters of Ymir laughed loudly while the ordinary townspeople became dejected. Even a fool would not think that a useless Evil Eye could defeat a heavily armored high level Spellcaster.

Just as the crowd was having mixed reactions, something surprising happened!

Just as Ymir stopped his attacks and began laughing, another Evil Eye appeared behind Yang Ling. One, two… Their numbers became larger and number. In the blink of an eye, there were more than two thousand Evil Eyes in the valley. It was a tightly packed group, quickly getting into a weird, three-layered crescent formation.

Evil Eyes that knew how to get into a formation?

Seeing the Evil Eyes' three-layered formation, the crowd instantly froze. The Evil Eyes' formation was incredibly strange, the first layer sprawled on the ground like dogs, the second squatting in a strange posture, while the third stood. Casey and the barbarians, who had seen the power of the Evil Eyes, quickly retreated, while the rest of the people could not come to their senses.

Just as Ymir's laugh stopped abruptly, the Evil Eyes struck under Yang Ling's command. Light beams the thickness of eggs rained onto Ymir's brown barrier, sparks flying upon impact.

Under the shock of the people, under the startled cries of Ymir, the brown barrier conjured by the Ground Guardian Cloak creaked before scattering into the wind. A so-called impenetrable, indestructible high quality piece of equipment became history as the crowd watched.