The Seventh Simulation 2
That's not all.
Tang San shifted his gaze from the Simulation version of himself and scanned his surroundings.
The battlefield was far larger and more brutal than imagined.
Not just the Simulation version of myself.
Xiao Wu is fighting a monster that is entirely black and has six arms.
Each of the monster's hands gripped a bone knife, the blades wreathed in eerie green flames, emitting a piercing whistling sound when swung.
Xiao Wu's Soft Skill seemed somewhat ineffective against the monster; she kept dodging, but could never get close.
Ma Hongjun stood not far away, his body engulfed in golden-red flames, exchanging blows with a monster covered in rock-like armor.
The monster was several times larger than him, and every punch it threw made the ground tremble. However, Ma Hongjun's flames seemed to have a restraining effect on it, and each collision left a charred mark on its carapace.
Oscar, wielding a silver staff formed from Soul Power, was locked in combat with a Gui Mei monster.
The monster was incredibly fast, leaving numerous afterimages, but Oscar's movements were equally unpredictable, managing to dodge attacks by the slightest margin while simultaneously counterattacking with his staff.
Ning Rongrong stood at the very back, the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda radiating brilliant light in her palm.
Her face was pale, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, clearly indicating that her Soul Power had been greatly depleted. However, her hands still held the pagoda steadily, continuously providing a boost to her companions in front of her.
There were also several figures that Tang San didn't recognize, who were also fighting against those hideous monsters.
All of their opponents share a common characteristic—they are not human at all.
But they all stood upright on two legs, just like humans, and were covered in an eerie black aura.
Tang San's pupils contracted slightly as he watched.
He looked at his Simulation self, a face that was much more mature than it was now.
Her blue hair flew in the wind as she wielded the Clear Sky Hammer, each strike carrying a devastating force.
He quickly made the estimate.
Twenty-three years old.
Twelve years later!
This is twelve years later!
His gaze fell on the Spirit Ring on his body in the Simulation —all of them were Hundred-Thousand-Year Spirit Ring!
All nine Spirit Ring have been attached to the Clear Sky Hammer.
The Soul Power he exuded was vast and boundless, clearly reaching level ninety-six.
Tang San's breathing quickened slightly as he watched.
He didn't know exactly how strong he was back then, but he knew what level 96 meant!
That was Titled Douluo, a being standing at the pinnacle of the continent.
Surely... you've already caught up with your master's pace?
I suppose I'm able to help my master now...
The moment this thought crossed his mind, Tang San, who was watching from the sidelines, briefly ignored the perilous situation he was in during the Simulation, and a hint of joy rose in his heart.
I can keep up with my master.
To be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with my master.
That was what he longed for most deep down.
Before he could think it through, a sudden change occurred.
A thick cloud of black mist suddenly gathered above the Simulation group of people.
The gray fog arrived without warning. It started as a thin wisp of smoke, but in the blink of an eye it expanded rapidly, as if stirred by an invisible giant hand, and quickly spread in all directions.
In just a few breaths, the gray mist transformed into dark clouds that blotted out the sky, shrouding the entire battlefield in darkness.
The sunlight was completely swallowed up.
The temperature on the battlefield suddenly dropped, and a chilling aura spread from the dark clouds, as if something was awakening in the darkness.
"Hahaha--!!!"
A chilling laugh came from above the dark clouds.
The laughter was sharp and piercing, like the scraping of metal, or the howling of countless ghosts.
Laughter echoed across the entire battlefield, making everyone's eardrums ache.
The people in the Simulation stopped moving at the same time and looked up at the sky warily.
The monsters that had been fighting them also stopped attacking and quickly distanced themselves from them, retreating in unison.
After putting some distance between themselves and the others, they all stood still and lowered their heads.
Their bodies trembled slightly, as if welcoming some supreme being.
The laughter gradually faded away.
The dark clouds began to churn, like boiling black lava.
A dark shadow slowly descended from the clouds.
The first thing to appear was a pair of ferocious feet.
The foot resembled the claws of some Ferocious Beast, covered in bluish-black scales, with sharp, hook-like nails, each gleaming with a cold, eerie light.
Then came the legs, torso, and arms—dark blue skin covered with grotesque scars and eerie patterns.
The patterns glowed faintly, emanating a suffocatingly evil aura.
The figure was tens of feet tall, and its entire body exuded a terrifying demonic aura.
His face was twisted and ferocious, and his deep-set eyes, so dark they seemed to devour light, coldly looked down at the crowd below.
His mouth twisted into a grin, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs. His smile was cruel and bloodthirsty, as if he were looking at a group of prey waiting to be slaughtered.
"Who are you?"
In the Simulation, Tang San raised his head, his gaze fixed on the figure, his voice low and wary.
The figure did not answer immediately.
He simply lowered his head slowly, his dark eyes lingering on the Simulation Tang San for a moment before sweeping over Xiao Wu, Ma Hongjun, Oscar, Ning Rongrong, and those unfamiliar figures watching Tang San.
His grin widened even further.
The monster that was fighting Tang San in the Simulation quickly distanced itself from him, flew to the figure's side, and knelt on one knee.
The other monsters moved in unison, surrounding the figure, bowing their heads in unison, their voices uniform, filled with piety and fanaticism.
"Greetings, Demon King Lord!"
Demon King.
The moment those two words were uttered, the air on the battlefield seemed to freeze.
The figure raised his hand and waved it casually. The monsters respectfully stepped back, remaining kneeling on one knee, not daring to raise their heads.
He lowered his head again, looking down at the Simulation crowd below, a cruel smile curling at the corner of his lips, his voice echoing like muffled thunder:
"I am the leader of the four great Demon King of the Demon Realm — the Beng Gong!"
The moment he finished speaking, an extremely terrifying pressure erupted from his body!
The oppressive force was tangible, like the sky collapsing, like the earth sinking, as if the entire world was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand at this moment.
Watching Tang San stand in the void, he felt the terrifying pressure as if he were experiencing it himself.
His breathing stopped, his blood froze, and even his thinking became sluggish.
In the battlefield Simulation, everyone was at the forefront of the attack.
Xiao Wu's body stiffened abruptly, her legs began to tremble, and her knees bent as if she were about to kneel down at any moment.
She gritted her teeth, trying desperately to stand up straight, but the oppressive force was too heavy, so heavy that even breathing became difficult.