Successful Escape

After toiling through the night, Yang Ling yawned and prepared to rest for a little while. During his battle with Santiago, even though he had succeeded in launching his surprise attack, he had exhausted a considerable amount of mental energy. Recalling the other party's lightning-like Wind Step and powerful tempest, Yang Ling could still feel his skin crawl.

As a Sword Saint, Santiago's close-combat abilities had been exceptional. If he had not made the assumption that Yang Ling was only a Summoner who was unskilled in close combat, and thus underestimated him, Yang Ling would never have been able to finish him off in one strike!

The negotiations with the merchants also sapped a good deal of his energy. The atmosphere seemed jovial on the surface, but every promise, every sentence he uttered had to be deliberated deeply.