Chapter 404

Su Ming opened the message to check, and his eyes brightened instantly; the Black Kill Guild had given him two rewards.

【Direct entry qualification for C-grade and below dungeons within the organization, one time】

This means he doesn't have to pay, which can save some Arrival Coins.

The other reward was a platinum-grade skill scroll.

【Shadow Step (Platinum lower-tier)】

Su Ming directly performed sublimation.

【Demon Shadow Six-Turn Step (Platinum mid-tier)】

【Class Restriction: Demonic Path Class】

【Ghost-like footsteps, can be used six times in a single battle】

This skill scroll really isn't great; Su Ming already has the diamond-grade Lingbo Micro-steps and the legendary-grade Hidden God Step. Learning this skill would be a bit redundant.

Furthermore, with the class restriction, he couldn't learn it anyway.

Only for sword techniques could he ignore all conditions and learn them.

"Find a time to sell it; this thing is also quite valuable."

Su Ming said with a calm expression, muttering to himself.

……

At this very moment, inside the Black Kill organization.

"I didn't expect Wang Yanghui to betray his teammates; to think my Black Kill would have such trash."

Fang Mifeng was standing in the hall, her expression extremely cold, her fists clenched tight!

She carried a large sniper rifle on her back, and her whole person looked full of murderous intent.

She is the second-in-command of the organization; although she is a woman, her strength is second only to the leader, and within the Black Kill organization, she is also a person whose word is law.

The reason she was so angry was that the middle-aged captain in Wang Yanghui's team... was her good friend.

He protected his team members and died resolutely; he was a real man.

But the person he protected turned out to be a cowardly traitor in the end; this is simply a huge insult to his death.

At this moment, she felt restless and uneasy.

"Sister Fang, the dead cannot come back to life."

A burly man wearing pitch-black steel armor leaned against the pillar beside her, his expression steady.

"The reward has already been sent to that newcomer kid; this matter can be put aside for now."

"Now it's best to handle guild affairs first; after the leader left, you are fully in charge." His name is Wan Tie, and his class is Steel Armor Iron-Master.

He had a strong build and a shiny bald head, looking very sturdy.

"There are only ten days left until the Newcomer Competition. The winning guild can obtain entry rights to many dungeons, enough to save several years of expenses, and even obtain epic-grade items and equipment."

"We have prepared for many years and have never won the championship, but this year is the most promising time; that newcomer... was absurdly strong."

"But now he is dead, and even if the leader makes a move, it's unlikely he can be saved."

"We must find a way to handle the impact of this matter," he said seriously.

Fang Mifeng sighed, suppressing the complex thoughts in her heart.

Now that the leader is away, she needs to take over and be responsible for all the big and small affairs within the Black Kill Guild, shouldering the burden.

"Mm... but there are only ten days left for this year's Newcomer Combat Competition; there's no time to choose anyone else."

"Our Black Kill Guild recruits very few people every year."

She said with a serious expression and a furrowed brow, her eyes showing some anxiety.

In the corner, a young man was leaning against the wall, lazily and casually playing with a dagger in his hand.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth; his personality seemed somewhat cynical.

"Sister Fang, don't worry about it; I don't think we need to participate in this year's competition."