Illusions were nothing new to Feng Doudou. During her time in the Emerald Starfield, a woman calling herself the Illusion Instructor had put them through the wringer one by one.
At the time, the instructor's reason for training them had been perfectly legitimate. She said that the universe was often plagued by illusion techniques, and that an excellent traveler had to possess at least enough discernment to recognize illusions.
Feng Doudou still remembered how, during that period, everyone—including Wang Gou Dan—had been tormented until they nearly tore their scalps off.
During that period, everything they saw looked like an illusion. The food they ate, the places they slept, and even the people around them could all be illusions. One careless move, and they might bite into a pebble or end up sleeping in a cesspit.
Among them, Yu Nv Wu Gua had performed the best in the illusion course. She was a big shot. On the third day after the course began, she was declared qualified, a stark contrast to their group of losers, who had been tormented for half a month.
Feng Doudou hadn't performed particularly well throughout the process. Her final score was merely below average, though she had barely managed to edge out Wang Gou Dan, Pu Yunchuan, and Liver Emperor—the three deadweights.
She had still fallen far short of the newcomer, Lei Xue.
Even so, Feng Doudou felt that the so-called illusion before her was pathetically weak.
Leaving aside its quality, didn't this guy even know the Basic Law?
With such a huge sword, when you swung it—even one-handed, even for a direct thrust—you should at least make the changes in your bones and muscles look realistic, right? That was obviously the posture for wielding a short sword. Who did he think he was fooling?
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