Chapter 194: Clone

Chapter 194: Clone



SMACK!

Terry slid across the ground, his face contorted in pain.

A bruise spread across his forearms as he tried to block a kick from Ryan, but to no avail.

'That's crazy strength!' Terry thought in a panic. 'Is he really Coinfeeder like me?'

Ryan, with a grin on his face, approached him and started throwing straight punches and low kicks with lightning speed.

Struggling to keep up, Terry just backed off constantly like a scared rabbit.

'Is this all I can do?' Terry thought in anger. 'Run away? What happens when I take the tutorial? Will I keep running away there as well?'

Ryan stepped forward, and then, using the flexibility of his waist, he sprang forward with a powerful punch.

'No!' Terry shouted inside his mind, dodged the punch, and grabbed it by the wrist.

Ryan scoffed and ripped his hand out of Terry's grip.

"I ain't running away!" Terry swung his fist and landed a punch across Ryan's face, knocking him a few steps back.

"Agh..." Ryan's gaze turned deadly as he wiped the blood from his lip.

Swoosh!

With a flash of silver, a knife slashed through Terry's forearm and made the crimson blood splatter on the ground.

"Ah!" Terry quickly jumped away, his gaze shifting to the second Ryan, who still had his large knife ready..

"Give that to me." Ryan said to his twin-looking man.

The second Ryan didn't say a word to oppose and handed over the large knife.

"I'll kill him myself." Ryan twirled the knife around in his hand, and with slow steps, he arrived within the attacking range.

As soon as Terry blinked, Ryan jumped forward and swung the knife from back to front. The large knife's big blade sliced through the air with a chilly whoosh, nearing Terry's neck.

Terry watched as the large knife of death approached. He could only watch in fear as it came closer and closer.

At that moment, dodging was out of the question.

If he planned on dodging, the knife would most likely still hit his shoulder and he would lose the last remaining health of his.

Thus, there was only one option left.

His eyes opened wider and wider, and the pupils dilated like cat eyes.

While everyone in the Eldertree Institute were geniuses in some things they were doing, Terry's talent lay on something more discreet-in his eyes.

He was very skilled at reading people.

"Haha." Ryan laughed in amusement. "News flash, we don't care about dying if you think that

is going to stop us."

"What?" Terry stammered, feeling a sense of unease growing in the pit of his stomach.

"Why do you think I showed my face in the first place?" Ryan asked with a smirk. "Because

this will be the last time this world will see me."

"What do you mean?"

"I am a clone." Ryan said and looked at his twin. "So is he, but he is even below me-a secondary clone-and he doesn't have his own thoughts or feelings like I do."

Terry didn't speak.

"I was always going to die." Ryan said and touched the shoulder of his secondary clone. "I'll just finish my job first. I'll need confirmation that Adam is dead before I die. After all, when I die, my memories will be transferred to my creator."

"So, that's why." Terry looked at the poison and closed his eyes.

Then he looked straight into Ryan's eyes and opened his mouth.

However, he wasn't going to talk to Ryan, but to whoever was going to receive these

memories.

"Coward."

Ryan chuckled and took a seat by one of the lifting benches.

"Don't be mad. In front of my creator, you're as insignificant as a fly," he said. "I was sent

here to keep an eye on possibly talented individuals, but that doesn't mean any of them would've been able to challenge my creator in the future.

"However, he is worried about Adam.

"While he wants him to be on his side, he also doesn't trust in him, so he left it to me to

decide whether he was going to die or not."

"Isn't your creator worried that Adam will find out about his assassination attempt?" Terry asked. "Adam will be a great man in the future. If I were him, I would hide."

"Adam will never find out who my creator is."

"You're his clone, are you not?" Terry asked. "I would guess that you look like him."

"Ah, this?" Ryan pointed at his face and shook his head. "I look different from my creator."

Rumble!

At that moment, another rumbling sound reverberated from outside.

"He is still alive?" Ryan scoffed. "He is fucking stubborn, but it looks like Renard is also growing impatient. Their fight will end soon, and then you'll die, as will I."