(Second update)
One hundred and one people.
They were all dressed in black armor, their faces completely covered by their helmets. One hundred of them held heavy swords, while only a single person sat astride a tall warhorse, its body also covered in thick black armor.
Being only one person more than a hundred, it was truly annoying for someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder!
Yang Ming muttered inwardly, only to see the black-armored knight wave the heavy lance in his hand, pointing it diagonally at Yang Ming's head. The chilling voice sounded like the frost of the twelfth lunar month, completely lacking any human warmth and feeling instead like a zombie that had undergone a corpse transformation while buried in a coffin:
"You have broken the rules."
Yang Ming glanced at this fellow, quickly becoming attracted by the scenery behind him.
This was a massive black city, its thick black walls extremely broad. Above the city hung a purple moon, which was so low that it seemed to be less than five hundred meters from the ground. Looking further up, everything was pitch black, resembling the dead of night.
Seeing that Yang Ming actually ignored his warning and his very presence, the black-armored knight revealed an angry expression beneath his mask. He instinctively gripped the heavy lance in his hand tighter, his voice still icy and devoid of human aura, but the feeling it gave off was entirely different—like sharp, piercing icicles.
"Those who break the rules either live or die!"
The rules were not originally like this; even rule-breakers only needed to receive punishment, or defeat the black-armored knight to earn the qualification to enter Slaughter City.
But who told this young man to offend Lord Scott, the terrifying knight?
Scott's lips curled into a sneer. After speaking, he had