God of Douluo level selection system

Not only Qi Ling had such doubts, but several players among the contestants also sighed like this, because the person in front of her was a little loli with two ponytails. Although she looked extremely cute, she had The powerful sense of oppression that she exuded unintentionally had already told everyone her identity.

"Hello, the remaining eight contestants." Little Loli smiled slightly and said to a few people, "I am your referee for the next competition. My name is Shi Meng."

"Perhaps 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 specifically.

Yes, this little loli was the person Qi Ling and others met in the ruins before, and there, Qi Ling even drank a cup of tea from her.

Although I guessed at that time that she should be a big shot in the demon world, otherwise there would not be such a sense of oppression, but I did not expect that she would actually be one of the seven demon kings in the demon world.

"When you go out later, you will see a group of people who like to make trouble the most in the demon world." Shi Meng said at this time, "It's your first time to face so many people. You may not be used to it, but get through it. That’s good, this can be considered your first test before entering the demon world.”

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

No one would take Shi Meng's words to heart. What everyone will face later is the most powerful force in the demon world. This is no joke.

"As for the rules of the competition, that girl Alice should have told you about it, right?" Shi Meng said, "As long as you don't directly borrow the power of others, this competition does not limit any means. You have only one goal: defeat Your own enemy."

"Of course, although victory or defeat is a matter of military strategists, since you are participating in such a competition, each of you must be mentally prepared to die before participating in such a competition. But as for me, I don't like to be so cruel. It’s a game, so you’d better not kill anyone. If I think the outcome is decided, I will stop the game.”

No one has any objection to such competition rules. After all, no one comes with the intention of losing. Naturally, they still hope that they can win. And if they really lose, there is such a guarantee that everyone can People can let go of their bodies and minds to fight.

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

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

Just as they imagined, the competition venue is quite large and has an astonishing number of spectator seats.But what surprised them was that there were only five people sitting in the spectator seats at this time!

Although there were only five people, the strong sense of oppression coming from them almost filled the entire world, making the huge venue feel empty at all.

And when they focused their attention on a few people, this sense of oppression suddenly became more powerful, as if it had turned into a substantial attack, causing several people to endure a huge physical and mental test.

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

But at this moment, a huge fat man in the spectator stands stood up and said with a sneer: "Humph, it turns out that heroes come from young. It seems that you are all heroes! In this case, let me Come and see how capable you are!"

Just after the fat man finished speaking, suddenly, the pressure on several people suddenly increased. Compared with the pressure just now, they simply wanted to crush them with all their strength.

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

Among the eight people, the first person who could not hold on was the woman named Fei Yu. She spat out a mouthful of blood with a pale face, and then walked helplessly behind Shi Meng.

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

But the other people didn't want to give in just like that, so they were still holding on. When the fat man saw this situation, he also let out a cold snort and continued to increase the pressure on himself, wanting to give them a blow. .

Under such circumstances, some people withdrew from this game that was not a game. Kuang San, Luna, Qianjiyin, and Cang Yue all came up behind Shi Meng.

Although Qian Jiyin felt very unwilling to do this, he also knew that he would have to compete with Qi Ling next. If he consumed too much energy here and even injured himself, it would make the next game worse. The game becomes unfavorable.

So he looked at Qi Ling, who was still standing there, and couldn't help but think inwardly: "Hmph! Let you show off your talent, and you will consume your physical strength like this. It is best to let yourself get injured again, and give up the victory obediently. give it to me!"

Although Qi Ling didn't know what Qian Jiyin was thinking, the reason why he did this was certainly not because he wanted to show off his strength. It was just that momentum had always been his strength. With such a little pressure, he had not reached his peak. limit.

Although Qi Ling didn't know what Chu Ling next to him was thinking, Qi Ling believed that given his character, as long as he didn't retreat, he would never admit defeat.

As the fat man continued to increase the pressure, Qi Ling and Chu Ling's bodies were already holding on at the edge of their limits. However, Qi Ling secretly glanced at Zhenhong at this time and found that for Zhenhong, He seemed to be very relaxed.

Qi Ling couldn't help but sigh, this guy was really ridiculously strong. It seemed that Zhenhong was not in the same realm as them, and it was completely impossible to guess where her limit was.

Seeing that he had used so much power, but the three people in front of him continued to persist, the fat man couldn't help but feel angry. If this happened, wouldn't he be the one who was embarrassed?

His original idea was to show his strength and show off his skills in front of these newcomers, so as to make his organization more attractive, and maybe get a few of them to 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.