(First update)
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The footsteps drew closer, Yang Ming's unhurried pace seeming to tread directly on Scott's heart. In an instant, his blood pressure shot through the roof.
Before Yang Ming even arrived, Scott nervously lifted his black helmet, revealing the fierce face of a middle-aged man with a slanted scar across it. The way he looked at Yang Ming had changed. Gone was his earlier nonchalance and disdain; he now looked at him as though he were a monster wearing demon skin, his eyes full of terror!
Why could this young man use soul skills in Slaughter City?
Scott could rack his brains and still not figure it out.
In truth, the rules of Slaughter City only prohibited soul skills attached to Soul Rings. If a Spirit Master possessed a Soul Bone, they could still use the soul skills attached to it.
Yang Ming was even more exceptional, so the rules did not bind him too tightly.
Seeing Yang Ming raise his longsword, Scott shuddered violently and opened his mouth to beg for mercy.
"Sir... expert, please don't kill me. You've already passed my test and are qualified to enter Slaughter City."
Scott's mouth was full of bitterness. After living for so many years, he actually had to beg a boy from a younger generation for mercy. How humiliating. But a miserable life was still better than a good death. What did it matter if he threw away his dignity to survive?
After saying that, Scott feared Yang Ming, being new and ignorant of the rules, might kill him in a fit of anger. He hurriedly reached his bloodstained hand into his robes and rummaged around before pulling out a black plaque and handing it to Yang Ming.
Yang Ming gave the plaque a casual glance. A