Chapter 833: The Official Competition

Round three, round four, round five...

After round after round, Shen Zheng advanced steadily. Except for the two unlucky guys at the beginning, Shen Zheng just beat them up and admitted defeat, and did not kill anyone else.

In this way, although he won all the way to the end, he did not show his talent and did not attract much attention.

The whole competition lasted for several days. After the auditions, the top 100, top 50, and top 20 were successively decided.

The top 20 players were much more powerful. Each of them was an elite from a big family and a powerful character. When they arrived in the army, they could at least get a junior general position and lead an army. [

The top 50 and top 100 also had their own arrangements, basically all officers in the army. The remaining high-level eliminated players left or were incorporated into the low-level officer echelon according to their own wishes. Most of the audition failures could only be ordinary soldiers even if they joined the army.

But even if they were ordinary soldiers, these people were willing to be, because the huge temptation of the source world was there, making them forget the horror of death and only think about the benefits of killing into it.

The army opened its doors and welcomed all such people, but they were not incorporated into the regular army echelon of the army, but a "volunteer army" was established.

In Shen Zhenglai's opinion, the so-called "volunteer army" was nothing more than a holy demon cannon fodder team, with no future at all and only a dead end. At the beginning of its establishment, it existed for sacrifice.

He felt sad for these excited guys.

The competition for the top 20 began soon. Unlike the previous auditions, the competition for the top 20 seemed very grand, and it was directly launched in the largest and most well-arranged martial arts secret realm outside the imperial capital. There is a solid land, a high sky and earth, and mountains and rivers. More importantly, there is a comfortable viewing area, and drinks and food are available at any time.

Before the battle began, there was a grand opening ceremony. There were beautiful women dancing and salutes, creating a lively atmosphere. And those high-up viewing areas were all empty. The princes and nobles watching the battle and the contestants participating in the competition stood on the ground, quietly looking at the high platform in front of them where singing and dancing performances were taking place, waiting for something.

After the performance, a team of royal guards dressed in heavy golden armor walked out slowly. Surrounded by them, a man wearing golden armor, tall and mighty, with well-developed muscles, who looked like a god of war, walked slowly.

He had a pair of long horns that grew toward the sky, so sharp that it seemed as if he could pierce the sky directly. His eyes were full of majesty, and he was awe-inspiring without anger. His eyes were sharp, and from time to time he flashed a red light. Anyone who saw the red light could not help but bow their heads in fear.

Behind his armor, there was a fan-shaped sword armor composed of sword blades, like a peacock spreading its tail. It was an incredible artifact in the Demon Empire, called the "Hundred Killing Sword".

This man was the supreme ruler of the Demon Empire, the strongest man in the empire, the Great Emperor Moyun Zhanjun.

He walked forward slowly, stood on the martial arts platform, slowly lowered his head, and looked down.

Below, all the princes, nobles and contestants bowed respectfully, and someone took the lead and shouted: "Long live His Majesty!"

"Long live His Majesty!" Everyone shouted in unison.

Shen Zheng had to shout along, using his hoarse voice to make a low sound. In such a place and at such a time, he didn't want to reveal his flaws by faking a small matter.

Just shout, just treat it as a joke, a joke.

"Stand up." Moyun Zhanjun made a loud voice, drowning out all the shouts of the crowd. With this move, Shen Zheng knew that his strength was stronger than his own.

He is worthy of being the emperor of a country! Shen Zheng couldn't help but sigh.

The emperor of the Holy Demon Realm is naturally of higher "quality" than those emperors in other planes. Because the entire Holy Demon Realm is a unified alliance, managed by the Holy Demon Royal Family, but there have only been two empires since ancient times. Those who can control these two empires must naturally be the top powerhouses in the entire plane. [

Faced with such a person, Shen Zheng felt that he should be more low-key and it would be best not to attract his attention.

"Everyone." Moyun Zhanjun spoke slowly. "Forty-two thousand years have passed! Forty-two thousand years ago, our predecessors went to the source world for our happiness, fearless of hardships and sacrifices, to fight for a longer life, more opportunities, and greater power for us! They left their lives in that distant hometown and shed their last drop of blood for us. Although in the end, because a plane master was born in the source world, under its huge force, we were defeated, but their great will will never die and will remain in our hearts forever!"

"Forever immortal, forever in our hearts!" Groups of spectators and contestants all raised their arms and shouted excitedly.

"Time flies, and now it's our time!" Moyun Zhanjun said loudly, "The work that our predecessors failed to complete 420,000 years ago has fallen on our shoulders! What should we do? Should we let future generations laugh at our cowardice, or let future generations appreciate our strength and greatness, and thank us for winning them an opportunity to make further progress? Tell me, do you choose the former or the latter?"

"The latter!" Everyone shouted excitedly.

"Go to the source world and take everything that should belong to us!" Someone shouted so loudly, which soon aroused people's enthusiasm, and everyone followed suit.

Moyun Zhanjun nodded with satisfaction, slowly raised his hand, and signaled everyone to be quiet.

"Today, our competition is to select the strongest in our Demon Empire to go to the Holy Demon Emperor Court to participate in the competition for the position of the expeditionary commander. The purpose of our competition and competition is not to kill each other, but to select the real strong who can make this expedition victorious!" He said loudly, "But in order to select the real strong, the hypocritical friendship must be temporarily put aside! Dear warriors, the greatest respect you can have for your opponent is to give your all! Don't be afraid of death, don't be afraid of bleeding, only the strong who walked out of the sea of ​​blood are the real strong! We want such strong people! Do you understand?"

"Understood!" The roar shook the entire secret realm.

"Okay!" Moyun Zhanjun's eyes flashed red. "I declare that the competition for the right to participate will begin immediately!"

Immediately, everyone in the secret realm cheered.

Shen Zheng followed the roar, shouted, and cheered, and then flew to the viewing area in the air with all the contestants. The princes and nobles came to the viewing area in the sky on the other side, where there was a more luxurious arrangement. The great emperor Moyun Zhanjun, surrounded by the royal guards, came to the highest point in the entire secret realm and sat on the throne in the sky that had been prepared long ago.

The competition began.

In addition to the twenty strong men selected from the major families in the folk, the imperial court also sent out twenty strong men. Today's competition was between these forty people. Because of the importance of the competition, it was not like before, where several pairs of people fought together in different venues, but each game had only one pair of players competing.

Shen Zheng sat quietly in the viewing area, observing carefully. In a blink of an eye, one game after another was over, and the winners raised their arms and shouted with blood, while the losers fell in a pool of blood and could no longer make any sound. Moyun Zhanjun's words were like a shot of stimulant, which made all the players feel murderous. Once the battle started, they would go all out and attack desperately.

There was no battle that the loser could escape unscathed. All the holy demons fought to the death as if they had seen an enemy.

The Demon Cloud Warlord in the sky actually smiled with satisfaction after seeing all this.

Shen Zheng frowned slightly.

The Demon King is indeed a "demon"!

He was silent, just observing, and slowly it was his turn to fight. After receiving the notice, he slowly stood up, slowly flew down, and stood on the ground that was destroyed by the battle into a pile of rocks and pits.

"I thought my opponent was someone, but it turned out to be the famous blind man." His opponent also slowly flew down.

The man had a tall body, and seemed to be no less than the Demon Cloud Warlord; he also had a golden shining armor, which was as exquisite as a handicraft, and the decorations on it were all embossed beast patterns, lifelike. [

The man held a big axe in his hand, and on the axe, there were waves of power flowing, showing its extraordinary power.

"The representative of the Baisheng family, Baisheng Tianfeng, from the Burning Demon Star Region, versus the representative of the Zhan Zhou family, Zhan Zhoumeng from the Exploding Demon Star Region!" The referee loudly read out the families and names of both parties, and then announced the start of the match.

"The Baisheng family?" Many nobles began to discuss, "I've never heard of such a family?"

"It must be a family that has already declined, not worth mentioning."

"But it's not easy to survive until now, I think he is not an ordinary character."

"I heard that this Baisheng Tianfeng is a strange person. Something went wrong during his training, and his face was completely destroyed, and his eyes were also blinded."

"The Zhan Zhou family is a great noble in the Exploding Demon Star Region. This Zhan Zhoumeng is also a powerful genius in the family. It is unfair for him to fight against such a disabled person! If he wins, it will not be glorious, and if he loses, it will be even more shameful."

The nobles talked a lot, but generally speaking, they all liked this Zhan Zhoumeng.

Zhan Zhoumeng looked at Shen Zheng coldly with a look of contempt, and smiled: "Bai Sheng Tianfeng, I am mercifully advising you to give up because you are a disabled person. With your current achievements, you are qualified to be a general, and you can be content. Your family is a famous family in a remote area, and with a person like you, it can already shine. Don't learn from those losers before, how pitiful their death is? If you die, you will have nothing."

"Why do I always meet a nagging guy?" Shen Zheng frowned. Of course, his face was covered by the Holy Demon Armor, so no matter how much he frowned, the other party didn't know. But his tone, the other party could hear it.

"You are looking for death." Zhan Zhoumeng's face darkened, and the axe in his hand slowly raised. "In this case, I will fulfill your wish. I will cut off your limbs first, and then slowly divide your body into several pieces. In this process, I guarantee that you will never die."

"Nagging!" Shen Zheng snorted coldly and rushed over directly.