Douluo Continent Villain Simulator: Persecuting Qian Renxue at the Start

Chapter 17 Clash

It was not that Su Cheng was deliberately provoking or angering Bibi Dong.

Rather, there was no room for negotiation in this matter; the mission had to be abandoned, and Bibi Dong certainly wouldn't agree to that, so naturally, there was a conflict.

Qian Renxue has already made her decision, so he, as the instigator, has even less reason to back down.

As for being a fence-sitter, playing both sides and hedging his bets, he never even considered it.

Those who treat others as fools are the truly foolish ones.

The people in the Spirit Hall may have various personality flaws and poor judgment of character, but they are still intelligent.

I finally managed to max out Qian Renxue's favorability, and I even got Qian Daoliu as a bonus. He must be out of his mind to fawn over Bibi Dong.

It's even possible that the level 99 Grand Elder is watching this place right now.

Moreover, given this woman's personality, being obsequious might backfire.

However, he remained calm and composed, while Bibi Dong, standing opposite him, was clearly furious.

He gripped the scepter with increasing force, his knuckles turning slightly white.

"Great, let's give it a try."

Bibi Dong snorted coldly, a faint purple light flashing in her eyes. The pressure emanating from a top-level expert rushed over her, and then continued unabated.

At this moment, the air in the hall seemed to become a weapon in Bibi Dong's hand, solidifying around Su Cheng.

Under the immense pressure, his face first turned pale, then flushed crimson.

What's terrifying is that, apart from him, the vast and empty council hall remained completely undamaged, even the tea in the cups remained undisturbed.

It fully demonstrates what top-level power control means.

Before he could even adjust to the oppressive feeling, the pressure receded like a tide in an instant.

During this back and forth, Su Cheng felt a momentary lack of oxygen in his brain.

When I came to, the scene around me had completely changed.

There is no Papal Palace, nor is there Bibi Dong in front of us.

He was left all alone on a mountain path.

Su Cheng immediately realized that he had fallen into Bibi Dong's illusion, and chuckled to himself.

"Let's go then!"

Inside the offering hall, Qian Daoliu and Jin E Douluo stood side by side.

However, unlike last time, Qian Daoliu was accompanied by a stunningly beautiful blonde girl, Qian Renxue.

At this moment, a light screen unfolded in front of the three of them, revealing the scene in the Papal Council Chamber.

Su Cheng underestimated this invincible Angel Douluo in the sky. Not only could he observe from the shadows, but he could even broadcast live.

Of course, this is under the premise that Bibi Dong did not actively isolate herself.

Clearly, there was some kind of tacit understanding among them.

"Grandpa, how is the teacher now?"

"You'll see when you see it."

As Qian Daoliu finished speaking, another light screen appeared, showing Su Cheng's current predicament.

After the scene before him changed, Su Cheng suddenly felt as if his body had become several times heavier, and his soul power was also firmly suppressed, making him no different from an ordinary person.

No, under Bibi Dong's oppressive aura, he was even worse than an ordinary person.

This demonstrates the immense power of this successor of the Rakshasa god.

But Su Cheng didn't take it seriously.

He was an ordinary person for over twenty years in his previous life, and in this life he's been a good-for-nothing for almost twenty years. He's too used to this feeling.

Looking at the mountain path in front of him, Su Cheng tentatively moved his body slightly.

With each step taken, the illusion instantly changed.

What was originally a normal mountain path suddenly turned into an extremely narrow, winding trail, with sheer cliffs on both sides, the bottom of which could not be seen at a glance.

It's easy to imagine that if he accidentally fell, even if he didn't actually die, he would probably be lying on the ground trembling after escaping this illusion.

Bibi Dong did not intend to kill him, but she was clearly prepared to humiliate and suppress him.

The illusion she created was a small trick she learned from the Rakshasa God Trial. It was nothing to a powerful being, but for a Soul Master like Su Cheng, whose cultivation and spiritual power were insufficient, this scene was absolutely indistinguishable from reality.

If an ordinary person stood here, even knowing it was an illusion, it would be impossible for them not to feel fear.

If your mind is slightly distracted, you will lose your footing and accidentally fall into a hole.

However, Su Cheng looked around, surveying the surrounding scenery, seemingly unconcerned about his current situation.

Bibi Dong's expression darkened slightly upon seeing this.

In the illusion, a sudden gust of wind arose, whipping Su Cheng's clothes.

"Grandpa, aren't you going to make a move?"

Qian Renxue, who was observing from the sidelines inside the offering hall, looked slightly nervous.

Even she, as a spectator, felt her legs go weak at the sight, let alone Su Cheng, the person involved.

Qian Daoliu shook his head and refused.

"If I were to intervene now, it would break the tacit understanding between you and your mother, and it would be a loss for me. Besides, don't underestimate your teacher status; just you wait and see—"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly stopped, his tone filled with surprise and uncertainty, "What is this kid doing?!"

In the illusion, atop a sheer cliff, a mountain wind swept by, lifting Su Cheng's clothes and causing his black hair to flutter in the wind.

"It really is incredibly realistic," Su Cheng murmured in admiration.

His gaze was calm as he looked at the narrow path clinging to the cliff where he stood, and then he suddenly took a step forward.

Bibi Dong's expression changed as she looked at Su Cheng, who not only showed no fear but also dared to step forward. "Let's see how long you can hold out!"

As he walked forward, the road gradually narrowed, and the mountain wind grew stronger, almost shattering his eardrums.

Sweat dripped down his cheeks, a testament to the oppressive aura of a Title Douluo.

Su Cheng chuckled lightly, not caring, and continued walking forward.

Later, it felt as if he were walking on a narrow wall thousands of feet high, with only the howling wind in his ears. The abyss beneath his feet, on the other hand, became increasingly clear.

The pressure is mounting, the road is getting narrower, and the wind is blowing harder and harder...

He actually walked faster and faster!

finally--

"Ha...haha...scare me won't work, give me something real, Your Holiness the Pope."

Looking at Bibi Dong, who was so close to him, Su Cheng grinned.

He looked extremely disheveled at that moment.

He was panting heavily, his face was pale, and sweat was pouring down his face like rain.

It wasn't from being scared, but from being exhausted.

Even though illusions were rampant just now, they could not shake his will in the slightest.

His unwavering dedication to swordsmanship, rain or shine, and his daily and yearly study, had long since hardened his will to the rock.

However, the pressure was real, given the difference in their cultivation levels.

As he walked forward, it was as if he were walking through wet cement. If it weren't for his years of consistent physical training through medicinal baths and acupuncture, he probably wouldn't have reached this point.

Bibi Dong was no longer as composed as she had been just moments before.

She has already lost this unspoken confrontation.

She was forced to unravel the illusion she had created.

If it's not untied soon, Su Cheng is going to bump into his face.

(End of this chapter)