"You must be confident," I said, my voice chillingly calm, "Fine. I'll let you fight my clone." A wicked smile curled at the edges of my lips. "If you win, you can go. But if you lose, you will cut off your own head before everyone here, or I will grant you a death so painful, you'll beg for mercy."
I could see the hesitation in their eyes. The tension in the air thickened.
"Do you dare to take on this offer?" I asked loudly.
"I do!"
"I do!"
"I do as well!"
"On my blood, I swear I'll easily win this fight!"
"If brother fights, I will as well!"
Their voices rang out in unison, five of them in total and each one confident they could defeat a mere clone of mine. They were so sure of themselves. What they didn't know, however, was that my clones weren't just vessels of the system anymore. I had infused them with my soul energy, making them far more powerful than anything they could imagine. They were about to be in for a rude awakening.
