Eunuch, do you really know these martial arts?

This made him even more eager to have a powerful force.

It allows him to gain a foothold, which is why he is saying this with all his might at this moment.

"Alright, then give me endless wealth and supreme power."

And you absolutely cannot restrict my personal freedom; I can do whatever I want.

Moreover, everything must revolve around me.

In return, I will do some things for you.

"Okay, okay, no problem."

The Grand Elder nodded in agreement.

This left everyone else completely bewildered:

No, you agree?

The general looked at the Grand Elder in disbelief, his face showing worry, and whispered carefully in the Grand Elder's ear:
"Elder, isn't this something he doesn't know? What's the point of us getting entangled with clones? We should just control him directly."

The elder shook his head and smiled, then pressed the mute button:
"Just a clone."

Moreover, this clone is unusual, and we need to obtain more in-depth information from him.

As for brainwashing, why worry?

It's just a fish taking the bait.

The Grand Elder smiled knowingly.

Upon seeing his chilling smile, everyone present immediately became serious, and even the general completely abandoned any suspicion.

At the same time, he looked again at the clone inside the monitor, who seemed high above, like a king.

Whenever the Grand Elder shows such a smile, it means that everything is under his control and no one can escape his control.

Because the Grand Elder's greatest strength lies in his strategic planning ability.

He can always think one step ahead and calculate the next hundred steps.

Someone once used this analogy:
A person who can plan one step at a time is already a genius.

Those who can think three steps ahead for every one step ahead are truly exceptional individuals, geniuses among geniuses.

If one can plan ten steps ahead in one step, that is the pinnacle of talent, unparalleled throughout history.

If one can go even further, planning ahead to within eleven or even twenty steps, then one can be considered a once-in-a-millennium genius.

It's important to know that human history, truly beginning with the emergence of intelligence, is only about 50,000 years old.

If we follow this logic, then only a mere ten people could reach this level.

It's easy to imagine how difficult it is to reach that level.

Their Grand Elder, however, had reached an even more terrifying level, planning ahead for every possible step.

It's worth noting that they had previously used artificial intelligence to perform a lot of reasoning.

This computer, with its powerful computing capabilities, can only calculate a mere twenty steps after the first step. This is what is known as the level of a once-in-a-millennium genius, and it does not far exceed the level of human beings.

It's important to understand that artificial intelligence is capable of constantly overturning previous conclusions and seeking the best solution. Its terrifying intelligence can even calculate the best solution for some unsolvable problems.

However, in terms of strategy, they are completely no match for their Grand Elder.

This is the gap.

“Talk to him, but just in case, we also need to have ways to restrain him.”

After all, if we really forced him to stand before us unconditionally, none of us could control him.

The elder pondered for a moment before speaking.

This matter may seem ambitious, but in reality, the risks are even greater.

Once they formed a partnership with this clone, they were unknowingly plunged into extreme danger.

The general's brows were furrowed at this moment:

"Elder, what should we do?"

After a moment of contemplation, the elder's eyes were filled with determination. This was a method he had long planned: to plant a time bomb in the black clone.

"Even if his skin is incredibly strong, it's impossible for him to withstand an internal explosion, right? I don't believe his heart is made of steel."

The elder said coldly.

Upon hearing this, the general's eyes lit up, and he looked at the Grand Elder with delight:
"As expected of the Grand Elder! Alright, I understand!"

Then, the general immediately pressed the speak button, looked at the black clone standing in the center of the stadium on the monitor screen, and said seriously:

"We can meet all your conditions, but the only thing we need you to agree to is that we let you implant a remote control chip in your heart."

Don't worry, it won't cause any harm to your body.

But if you have ulterior motives and break the agreement to attack us, you yourself will also be doomed.

We're not going to play games with you; we're here to seriously discuss terms.

If that's acceptable, let's continue our discussion.

If that's unacceptable, then we'll have to consider other options.

Inside the stadium, the black clone smiled faintly, then spread his arms as if embracing nature.
"bring it on."

"What? It's really possible?"

Everyone in the monitoring room gasped in surprise.

I thought it would take a lot of persuasion, but I succeeded so easily.

Could it be that this black clone isn't actually very intelligent, and is actually an idiot? Everyone looked at each other, muttering to themselves.

Some even whispered insults, calling the black clone an idiot. After all, no one could believe that someone would be willing to plant something unknown in their heart; they were practically saying it was a bomb.

"Elder, what should we do? Could he be trying to trick us?"

The Second Elder frowned deeply.

"will not."

The Grand Elder scoffed, pointing at the black clone in the surveillance video whose eyes gleamed with confidence.

"I was worried before, but now it seems he's just a self-righteous fool."

Then, the Grand Elder waved his hand and said to the general beside him:

"Go ahead and let the scientists prepare. We'll keep an eye on things from the monitoring room."

Remember, never give him even the slightest chance to escape control, and be prepared with countermeasures.

"Once he manages to escape the stadium, kill him immediately." "Yes, sir!"

The group received their orders and immediately began to act in an orderly manner under the platform's command.

The scientist, who was also a teacher, immediately led his students back to the laboratory.

His only goal this time was:
Immediately move the cutter capable of slicing through the black clone's body outside the stadium, then have other workers and electricians weld it onto the robotic arm and send it inside the stadium. Subsequently, remotely control the operation to perform a precision surgery, inserting the super chip, which is actually a super bomb, into his heart.

In this way, if he makes any plans or rebels, they can control him immediately, ensuring that nothing goes wrong.

"Teacher, will our weapons really work?"

One of his students asked worriedly.

"Do not worry."

The teacher gave a cold smile.
"I just obtained his physical data. He is indeed a very perfect warrior, but in the face of technology, he is ultimately insignificant."

To be honest, it would have been better if using more powerful weapons hadn't caused such massive destruction.

Even they had taken that into account, otherwise they would have had no fewer than a thousand weapons capable of eliminating this black clone.

Therefore, they had many ways to kill this clone, but they were simply unwilling to use them.

As for his indestructible skin, the probability of it being penetrated by ordinary bullets and machine gun bullets is indeed less than one in a thousand.

The best solution is to have a high-powered sniper rifle like the Barrett fire ten consecutive shots into the same spot, which would give you a chance to break through its skin.

Keep in mind that his skin is only about one centimeter thick, but it takes ten bullets to break through that one centimeter, which shows how tough his skin is.

But these are not problems. The cutting machine he mentioned is mainly responsible for cutting precision instruments and precise details.

His students also frequently use this cutting machine to do some very important things, and it can perform nanometer-level control and cutting.

Previously, none of his students knew or discovered the terrifying nature of this cutting machine, which could effortlessly slice a piece of steel with millimeter-level error, as if cutting tofu, and the slices were very smooth.

With such terrifying cutting power, how could it not be terrifying? Yet, this machine has been sitting here for ten years, and not a single person has discovered its power.

Some people even asked such stupid questions.

This further confirms one point:
His students truly failed to grasp the power of this cutting machine.

Disappointment filled the teacher's heart.

So over the years, he has basically done all of his research on cloning himself.

The others were only responsible for handling some basic things.

To him, those so-called basic tasks were just miscellaneous chores. Little did he know that any one of these chores would be considered top-tier technology in the outside world, and only a handful of people could actually do them.

It's not that his students can only do trivial things and seem useless; in fact, what they do is quite impressive.

There are only a few thousand people in the entire world who can replace them. But you have to understand that this is only a mere thousand people who can take their place in the global population.

Even most of them are not capable of doing the job well.

Their ability to perform perfectly is proof of their exceptional talent. Yet, in front of their teachers, they are like ants, like frogs in a well, forever destined to be mere soldiers, learning from their teachers but never able to surpass them.

This was the most painful and helpless thing for every student present.

At the same time, electricians and other trades immediately installed the cutting machine as required, and they already had the most sophisticated control scheme.

The general ordered two soldiers to fix the exoskeletons of both arms to the instrument, as they would be performing the operation on-site.

While everything was being prepared quickly, half an hour had already passed.

The black clone in the stadium remained completely calm, as if it were neither afraid nor nervous at all.

The elder, who had been staring at the screen for a long time, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"What a troublesome name."

He stared at the black clone on the screen, speechless.
"You should think of a name for yourself, a simple name that we can easily call you by."

Instead of always calling you a black clone, which is inconvenient.

Moreover, it was filled with a sense of crisis.

After hearing this, the black clone nodded, then closed his eyes, stroked his chin, and looked deep in thought, as if he was having a great difficulty in choosing a name.

The elder had also come up with more than a dozen very good names in his mind. He thought that if the black clone did not respond in time, he would take out the names he had come up with and let him choose from them.

But as time went on, the black clone remained unmoved.

Upon seeing this, the Grand Elder shook his head helplessly, realizing that he might have overestimated this person's intelligence. He was clearly an ordinary person, whose only intimidating physical presence was his lack of intelligence.

No wonder I was so easily fooled. Foolish, so incredibly foolish! With an IQ like that, what is there to worry about? I'm only fit to be your puppet.

He had previously considered a strategic partnership with this black clone, hoping he could persuade other future clones; now it seems that was completely unnecessary.

"Hey, have you made up your mind yet?"

The elder said somewhat impatiently.

At that moment, the black clone in the surveillance footage curled his lips into a smile, a hint of amusement rising within him:
Sure enough, these guys are afraid of figuring things out on their own.

The black clone was now very clear about his own level and that of his opponent.

He didn't dare to act rashly before because a strong person cannot be imprisoned in a cage.

He was clearly the prey imprisoned in the cage.

As prey, if you forcibly challenge the predator's authority, you will only be easily wiped out.

This was a message sent to him by his subconscious mind.

Therefore, the primary objective was to test the hunters' true strength, to see whether their ability to create themselves stemmed from inherent power or merely from some magical artifact, and whether they posed a threat to the hunters.

So all his previous compromises were just paving the way for this moment.

The mere mention of his name itself reveals a very clear fact: even though the other party is a hunter, they are extremely cautious when facing him.

They don't even have the courage to talk to him face to face, and have to rely on this kind of remote monitoring to communicate.

Clearly, in the other party's mind, he was an extremely dangerous creature.

Thinking of this, the black clone's face lit up with excitement, and his heart was filled with elation:

It's obvious that I'm the real hunter, the alien on offense and defense!
"Let's call it 'Slaughter'."

"Huh? What?"

In the monitoring room, the Grand Elder and his entourage all stared at the monitor screen with puzzled expressions.

"'Kill'? What does that mean? Does it mean you want to kill us all?"

The elder suddenly became alert and clenched his fists.
Could this be an uncontrollable clone? No one knows the exact extent of this clone's power.

But he was certain of one thing: it was absolutely incomparable to the previous clones. (End of Chapter)