Chapter 1092 The Pressure of the Demon King

It's not just Qi Ling who has such doubts, but several people among the contestants also sighed like this, because the person in front of him is a little loli with two ponytails. Although she looks extremely cute, her body The strong sense of oppression unintentionally exuded has already told everyone her identity.

"Hello, the remaining eight contestants." Little Lolita smiled slightly and said to several people, "I am the referee for your upcoming competition, and my name is Shi Meng."

"Maybe some of you have already met me, but don't expect me to favor you because of this!" Shi Meng said, and looked at Qi Ling specially.

That's right, this little loli is exactly the person Qi Ling and the others met in the ruins before, and there, Qi Ling drank a cup of her tea.

Although I guessed at that time that she should be a certain big shot in the Demon Realm, otherwise she wouldn't have such a sense of oppression, but I didn't expect that she would be one of the Seven Great Demon Kings in the Demon Realm.

"After you go out later, you will meet a group of people who like to make trouble the most in the devil world." Shi Meng said at this time, "It's the first time you face so many people, you may not be used to it, but let's get over it That's good, this is also the first test for you to enter the Demon Realm."

"Remember, if you can't hold on, just come behind me, and the pressure will disappear naturally. Don't think about holding on, it won't do you any good."

Regarding Shi Meng's words, no one will take it seriously. What everyone will face later is the most powerful force in the devil world. This is not a joke.

"As for the rules of the competition, that girl Alice should have told you all, right?" Shi Meng said, "As long as you don't directly borrow other people's power, there is no limit to any means in this competition. You have only one goal: to defeat own enemy."

"Of course, although winning or losing is a common matter in military affairs, since you are participating in such a competition, you must be mentally prepared to die before you come to participate in such a competition. But as for me, I don't like such cruelty. It’s a match, so you guys better not cause any deaths, if I think the outcome is already decided, I will take action to stop the match.”

Everyone has no objection to such a game rule. After all, everyone is not planning to lose. Naturally, they still hope that they can win. If they really lose, there is such a guarantee that everyone One can let go of one's body and mind to fight.

"Okay, it looks like the eight of you are ready." Shi Meng said to the eight of them, "If that's the case, let's set off together."

Then, under the leadership of Shi Meng, the eight people walked out of the waiting room and came to the competition venue.

Just as they imagined, the competition venue is quite huge, and it also has amazingly large-scale viewing seats. But what surprised them was that there were only five people sitting on the spectator seats at this time!

Although there were only five people, the strong sense of oppression that emanated from them almost filled the entire world, and it didn't make people feel that the huge venue was empty at all.

And when their attention was focused on a few people, this sense of oppression suddenly became stronger, as if it had become a substantial attack, putting the body and spirit of several people under a huge test.

Faced with such a test, Qi Ling suddenly felt a little pressure, but he was able to persevere. The same was true for the other people. Although their faces were very serious, the pressure was still within their tolerance.

But at this moment, a huge fat man in the spectator seats stood up and said with a sneer, "Huh, it really is a hero born a teenager, it seems that you are all heroes! If this is the case, let me Let's see how much you can do!"

Just after the fat man finished speaking, suddenly, the pressure on several people suddenly increased. Compared with the pressure just now, it was simply a shot with all his strength to crush them.

Everyone's faces turned pale at this moment. Although they were eight people resisting the pressure of each other at the same time, they had no chance of winning at all. After all, it was pressure from a demon king.

Among the eight people, there was someone who couldn't hold on first, and that was the woman named Fei Yu. She spat out a mouthful of blood with a pale face, and then walked behind Shi Meng very helplessly.

As soon as he came behind Shi Meng, the strong pressure instantly disappeared without a trace, as if there was no such thing at all, under the shroud of Shi Meng's power, it was as if he had entered another world.

But the other people didn't want to admit defeat just like this, so they were still holding on, and the fat man let out a cold snort when he saw this situation, and continued to increase the pressure on himself, wanting to give a few people a slap in the face .

Under such circumstances, some people successively withdrew from this non-competition game. Kuang San, Lu Na, Qian Ji Yin, Cang Yue, four of them all came behind Shi Meng one after another.

Although Qianjiyin felt very unwilling about this, he also knew that he was going to compete with Qi Ling next. If he consumed too much energy here, or even injured himself, it would make the next The game becomes unfavorable.

So he looked at Qi Ling who was still standing there, and couldn't help but think sinisterly: "Huh! Let you show off, you just use up your physical strength, it's better to let yourself get hurt again, obediently let the victory go give it to me!"

Although Qi Ling didn't know what Qianjiyin was thinking, the reason why he did this was of course not because he wanted to be brave, it was just that his aura had always been his strength, so with such a little pressure, he really hadn't reached his goal yet. limit.

Although Qi Ling didn't know what Chen Ling next to him was thinking, but Qi Ling believed that, in terms of his character, as long as he hadn't retreated, then he would never admit defeat.

As the fat man continued to increase the pressure, Qi Ling and Chen Ling's bodies were already holding on to their limits, but Qi Ling took a sneak look at Zhenhong at this time, and found that for Zhenhong, It seems to be very relaxed.

Qi Ling couldn't help but feel that this guy is really too strong, it seems that Zhenhong and them are not in the same realm at all, and it is completely impossible to guess where her limit is.

Seeing that he had already used such a lot of strength, but the three people in front of him continued to persist, the fat man couldn't help but feel a burst of anger. In this way, wouldn't it be him who was ashamed?

Originally, his idea was to show his own strength in front of these newcomers, to show off a little bit, so as to make his organization more attractive, and maybe let a few of them join him.

But now, as a demon king, it would be too embarrassing for him to be unable to deal with such a few fledgling boys.