Lord of the Magical Beasts

Chapter 32: An Extraordinary Trauma

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Brother Ymir, why are your clothes so torn and tattered? Look, even your butt is showing!” Seeing Ymir clenching his teeth after the exchange of attacks, Yang Ling shook his head and continued, “Exposing your fair tender butt in front of this many people, it’s alright if you don’t feel embarrassed, but please don’t catch a cold. Why not you go back and get a change of clothes before we continue our battle?”

Fair tender butt?

Because of Yang Ling’s kind reminder, the crowd looked toward Ymir’s butt, finally coming to their senses. Indeed, holes seemed to have been burned into Ymir’s pants by the flames. His fair butt was faintly visible.

“Haha, not bad, it really is a little red peeking through the fair white! It looks even better than a monkey’s!”

“Hehe, doesn’t the Anca family like to force people into prostitution? Sell him to a brothel in the Banto Empire. His business would be booming just based on his fair tender butt!”

“Hahaha, let’s get some Orcs to pleasure him, or perhaps we could have him mate with a female Sharo Beast!”

“No, we should have him mate with a male Sharo Beast! We can’t just ignore such a wonderful butt!”

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After a round of laughter, a few troops jeered to vent their frustrations. The rest followed their lead, causing Ymir to fume and his body to shiver. If not for the fact that he knew that he could not fight off the Unicorn, he would have immediately charged toward the culprit that was Yang Ling.

“How unfortunate, he’s made so many mistakes. How unfortunate for all the premium equipment on his body!” Seeing Ymir get defeated so miserably, the Knight of the Divine Palace Clause shook his head.

In Clause’s eyes, with his various pieces of premium equipment, Ymir could totally have ended things the moment the battle started. With the safety of the defensive barrier of the Ground Guardian Cloak, Ymir could have unleashed a strong offensive after trapping Yang Ling with the wall of flames. This way, Yang Ling wouldn’t even have had the chance to summon his Evil Eyes, much less turn the tide of the battle.

Also, even though the power of the Evil Eyes Yang Ling summoned was high, they were very slow. Their defensive capabilities were also very weak, as evidenced by how they were completely helpless against the Evil Demon Bartho. If Ymir was experienced enough, he could have used a continuous flow of exploding fireballs to turn the Evil Eyes into ash before they even got into their formation.

That way, Yang Ling would have instantly become a commander without any men under him. As long as Ymir took advantage of that, Yang Ling wouldn’t even have had the chance to summon his Unicorn. Unfortunately, Ymir made many mistakes, wasting the many opportunities he had to bring Yang Ling to death’s door.

Clause believed that if he’d had that much high level equipment himself, he would have killed Yang Ling in a few rounds. The usefulness of a Summoner was obvious in a large scale battle, but they were not adept in close combat during a one on one. The time it took them to recite an incantation and summon a Magical Beast would cause them to receive a fatal blow from an expert Swordsman or Knight.

Outside the arena, people were gossiping and jeering loudly. Within the arena, Ymir clenched his teeth, glaring straight at the confident Yang Ling.

Facing the sarcastic remarks of the spectators, looking at the man he hated to the core, Ymir’s expression changed drastically. He’d had a carefree life growing up, feasting on meat every day and being taken care of by his servants. He was pampered every time he left the house; who in Wissen Town would dare to be disrespectful to a young master like him? Even those rowdy troops had to show him respect.

But this all changed when he met Yang Ling!

Back at the elf tribe, he was about to crush the elf warriors and capture the young, beautiful elf ladies, but the blasted Summoner Yang Ling had to charge out and interfere. He even commanded his Horned Bee Beast to take a chunk out of Ymir’s butt, causing him to be bedridden for a full month.

He wasn’t even lying on the bed for a month; he was sprawled on the bed, facing downward! Recalling that jail-like experience, Ymir so wanted to grind Yang Ling’s bones into dust.

After he contacted the assassin’s guild, he had wanted to drink himself into a stupor when he received the bad news that the assassination was unsuccessful. He fought back his anger for a few days and thought that he could finally kill Yang Ling through the hands of the royal Great Swordsman Batiste, whom the tactician Goode had contacted from the Banto Empire. But who would have known that his plan would backfire, giving Yang Ling the opportunity to write the word “Anca” on Batiste’s butt and humiliate him?

He was ashamed to the point of fury. He felt unjustly treated. He hated Yang Ling to the core!

Over these days, Ymir had deeply tasted these new, terrible feelings. Ever since he suffered heavy casualties at the elf tribe, he felt as though everything had changed.

His father had written a letter and given him a good tongue lashing. The tactician Goode would frequently sigh when he saw him. Even his servants and lackeys who had always been obedient were talking behind his back.

Some rumors called him unskilled and said that he could not do anything right without his father’s help. Other rumors claimed that Yang Ling was conducting a large-scale recruitment of soldiers, ready to invade Ymir’s castle. Rumors filled every corner of his home. Every time Ymir heard of these rumors, he felt his blood boil. He so wanted to pull the tongue out of the person who started spreading these rumors.

He’d had enough!

If he were to tolerate this any longer, Ymir suspected that he would become a lunatic, a lunatic who would bite anyone he came across.

“Brother Ymir, are you alright? Could you really be as unfortunate as to prove me right, catching a cold just because your butt’s exposed!” Seeing Ymir furious and shivering, Yang Ling smiled. He had vented his frustrations.

It feels good, it feels so good!

When one was in love someone, wouldn’t that person do whatever was described in a love song and try any method to win their love? Similarly, when one hated someone, they must assault that person physically and mentally. They must kick him even after he fell and make him unable to stand up ever again.

Seeing Ymir, his expression changing due to the jeering of the spectators, Yang Ling felt greater than he would have if he had stabbed Ymir in the chest.

“Hehe, this lad is getting more and more interesting!” Hearing the crowd’s brazen jeers, seeing the furious Ymir, then seeing the hidden dagger in Yang Ling’s smile, the black-robed elder nodded approvingly.

“Interesting?” Looking at the handsome Yang Ling, Maryse had a thought. “It is rare that you would think so highly of someone, but we would have to test him to see if he is truly useful or not!”

“Maryse, he might be part of a powerful ancient family; pay attention to your limits, do not act recklessly!” The black-robed elder shook his head. He knew the type of person that Maryse was.

It would have been fine if the black-robed elder did not speak, but now that he had said this, Maryse grew more interested in Yang Ling. Winning over a man that even her teacher admired was definitely more exciting than winning over a noble that had both wealth and status. She was very confident in her charms. There was no man who had avoided becoming smitten with her, not in the past, not in the present, and definitely not in the future.

After giving some instructions, the black-robed elder slowly closed his eyes, cautiously observing the faint ripples of magic energy from the other side of the mountain. It was alright for a powerful fighter to not act, but if he did, he must do so with the force of a lion, killing with one blow. It paid to be careful.

Outside the arena, the crowd was still discussing and jeering loudly. In the arena, Ymir was about to make a difficult decision. Looking at Yang Ling and his mocking smile, hearing the crowd’s increasingly offensive jeers, he felt as though he was becoming insane.

Should I go all out against him?

After a moment’s hesitation, Ymir clenched his teeth and slit his wrist. He allowed the red blood to shower onto the strange Snake Demon Blood Staff. In that instant, the weird staff started releasing a giant wave of magic energy.

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