Ladoga Valley is located at the southernmost tip of Weisen Town. Unlike other places with lush greenery, this place has strange rocks standing everywhere. There are hard basalt rocks, easily carved grass flower granite, and even cold white marble all over, forming a natural stone quarry. Unfortunately, Weisen Town is in a remote location, with rugged roads, making it difficult to transport resources. Otherwise, the people of Weisen Town might have been able to live a comfortable life just by selling stones.

  Rumors spread that Emyia had issued a life-or-death challenge to Yang Ling, and the town of Visen was emptied as people rushed to arrive at the Ladoga Valley hours in advance. Among them were many mercenaries and adventurers.

  Having been oppressed by the Anka family for many years, people are eager to see Yang Ling remove this thorn in their side. However, thinking that Yang Ling is not one to fight recklessly and doesn't have any magical fluctuations on his body, they can't help but feel uneasy. After all, Imia himself has the strength of a high-level magician, and with his ruthless and venomous personality, now proposing a life-and-death duel, he must have an even greater reliance.

  The Ank family has been entrenched in Weisen Town for many years, and legend has it that their ancestors were pirates who devoured people without spitting out bones, plundering enormous wealth and treasures. The people of Weisen Town have always believed this to be true. Otherwise, how could Emilia become a high-level magician at such a young age? With their financial resources and connections, obtaining top-notch magical equipment was not a difficult task for them.

  Although Yang Ling defeated the great swordsman Battis last time, people didn't see clearly what happened and thought it was his family's guardian warrior who secretly helped him. Now that Emilia is fearless, even if his guardian warrior is very strong, it would be difficult for them to help out in public, so many kind townspeople are more nervous than Yang Ling himself.

  At noon, Yimia walked onto the flat ground of the valley surrounded by a group of warriors. Wearing a navy blue heavy armor, holding a black dragon-headed staff, wearing a pair of blood-red boots, and covered in magical equipment, almost armed to the teeth. At the same time, Yang Ling came over with empty hands, as if strolling down the street, walking slowly and casually.

  "Kailuo's heavy armor, from the top-tier equipment of the Hill Dwarf, ignores close-range attacks below Great Sword Master; Blood Elf war boots, with built-in wind system acceleration magic, agility doubled; Earth Guardian cloak, with built-in earth system shield, ignores high-level and below magic and physical attacks, top-tier equipment. Eberlis, where did this guy get so many top-tier equipment?"

  Looking from afar at the fearless Emilia, Crus, the Temple Knight, exclaimed in a loud voice. In a battle between mages, aside from their own abilities, what's more important is the various magical equipment they possess. With just one top-grade equipment, not to mention novice mages, even an apprentice who hasn't yet entered the threshold could take down a mid-tier mage.

  With the strength of a senior magician like Yimia, wearing so many top-level equipment, it's not just a duel, I'm afraid even going deep into the Trasemir forest to slaughter dragons would be enough.

  "Kurusu, take another look!" Masked female judge Michelle shook her head and continued: "He's wearing a Flame Ring on his left hand, which can continuously fire explosive fireballs. It's one of the top-tier equipment. And look at his right hand, he's actually wearing a Water Spirit Ring, making him immune to mental attacks from mages below him, and also allowing him to quickly recover magic!"

  "Yībǐlìsī, zhēn de wú chǐ! Hé yī gè méi yǒu dòu qì, bù huì mó fǎ de nián qīng rén jué dòu, jū rán hái pèi dài zhème duō jí pǐn zhuāng bèi, mó fǎ shī de liǎn dōu bèi tā lòu guāng le!" Kēlǔsī bù xì de yáo yáo tóu.

  Looking at the black dragon-headed staff in Ymiria's hand, Michelle's heart moved, feeling as if she had seen it somewhere before. After hesitating for a moment, she said: "Kurusu, Ymiria's dragon-headed staff seems to be a bit strange, have you ever seen it anywhere?"

  After a moment's scrutiny, Cruz shook his head. There were countless wands that looked similar under the sky, and although the Vatican had a special introduction, except for some old antiques who specialized in studying wands, no one could remember so many. However, since Emilia was equipped with top-notch gear from head to toe, it was estimated that her wand, which was the most important of all, was not an ordinary product either.

  At the same time, on a distant mountain top, an old man in black clothes hidden within a cluster of dark light was shocked and lost his color. Looking at the dragon head staff in Yimia's hand, he muttered to himself, "Snake Demon Blood Staff? Heaven, it really is the Snake Demon Blood Staff that went missing for thousands of years!"

  "Mentor, Snake Demon Blood Staff? Is this the legendary Dark Holy Artifact, Snake Demon Blood Staff?" A mature and beautiful woman looked at the black-robed old man in disbelief.

  "That's right, Meryl! This is the sacred artifact that our dark sorcerers have been dreaming of - the Snake Witch Blood Scepter!" The old man took a deep breath, and suddenly, the black light on his body grew stronger, blocking out the scorching sunlight.

  After regaining her composure, Meryl said with disdain, "Hmph, the mentor has long since entered the realm of sainthood. What's a mere Snake Demon Blood Staff? Besides, if we're willing, this treasure is still within our grasp!"

  "Hmph, Meriel, I've told you before that becoming a Saint Devil Master is just the beginning of a new threshold. You're only at the Great Magician realm now, and you mustn't be reckless in the face of things!" The old man let out a cold snort, then slowly closed his eyes.

  Upon learning of the discovery of El'goroth's ancient dwelling site in Teras Forest, the old man in black brought Merills hastily to the location. El'goroth was a divine dragon who lived five thousand years ago as the messenger of the Dragon Tribe and led the dragons and human armies to defeat the undead creatures that invaded the continent of Talen.

  Legend has it that after defeating the undead army, El'Paso sealed away many pieces of equipment belonging to the undead creatures, including some incredibly powerful artifacts. For thousands of years, dark sorcerers and liches left behind on the continent of Teleria have been searching for the location where they were sealed away. Upon hearing the news, the old man in black couldn't bear to miss this rare opportunity.

  The old man in black closed his eyes to meditate, while the beautiful Merileis stared intently at the snake-blood spear in Yimia's hand, secretly plotting how to snatch it from him after the duel. In her eyes, Yang Ling was basically a dead man facing the heavily armed Yimia, with no chance of winning.

  Outside, people were discussing and marveling at the many rare equipment on Emiya's body. On the field, Yang Ling was smiling as he looked at Emiya, who was fearless.

  "Hey, Yimia, it's been a long time! " Looking at the fearless Yimia, Yang Ling smiled and said: "How did your eyes get so red and swollen? Did you go mountain climbing to catch monkeys for the past two days?"

  Go up the mountain to catch monkeys?

  Yimia was a bit perplexed by Yang Ling's words, but the onlookers burst into loud laughter.

  "Monkey's buttocks, white with a hint of red, don't miss it when you pass by!"

  "Haha, this damn woman, come out and lose face, hurry back home to serve the masters!"

  .....

  Hiding in the crowd, some mercenaries pointed at Ymiria and made loud sarcastic remarks. As soon as she heard them, her face turned pale with rage. After understanding what had happened from the whispers of the crowd, she was so angry that she regretted not cutting down the warrior who delivered the declaration of war three days ago into two pieces.

  "You... I...", pointing at Yang Ling, Emiya was so angry that smoke was coming out of her seven orifices.

  "Hey, Imya brothers, don't get worked up, don't listen to their nonsense, do what you love, and let them talk. After all, your butt is more important than your face! Yang Ling smiled mischievously and continued: "Someone of your stature, how can you give up even your butt for someone else's gossip? Don't let one butt affect the reputation of the Anka family!"

  Is it because of one fart that the family's reputation is affected?

  In the midst of everyone's laughter, Yimia was so angry that he almost went crazy. For these days, the two words 'Anka' and 'Ha Ma' on the buttocks of the great swordsman Batis were considered a great shame by him, stimulating his nerves at all times. Now Yang Ling added fuel to the fire, he was about to go mad, his blood boiling, almost vomiting blood.

  "Ah... you bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

  Yimia let out a loud roar and pounced on Yang Ling, forgetting all about his prepared lines and magic. At this moment, he only wanted to strangle Yang Ling to death, and was so angry that he could have skinned him alive and drunk his blood.