Yet none of these suppression measures had any effect whatsoever.
Meng Chao still ravaged the half-meter-thick alloy steel plate as a Primordial Ferocious Beast would ravage a charred piece of deadwood scorched by heavenly fire.
Even the researchers hiding behind it seemed to have been burned by his savage flames, letting out groans that were half pain and half terror.
Only when he heard faint mechanical whirring rising from deep within the ceiling and floor—
—and knew that the liquid nitrogen, neurotoxins, and Incendiary Bombs were ready, able at any moment to burn every bacterium in the laboratory to ashes—
—did he pretend that his beastly nature had been completely spent, that he had been tamed by electric arcs and anesthetics. Looking utterly exhausted, he slowly collapsed to the ground, foaming at the mouth and convulsing without end.
Only after he had convulsed for a full five minutes, and every physiological parameter and Mind Index showed that he had fallen into a deep coma—
—did the researchers hiding behind the now pitted alloy steel plate finally let out long breaths of lingering fear.
"Finally, we've got this monster under control!"
"No, what monster? He's practically a demon—a demon we created with our own hands!"
The researchers recording every detail of the experiment, preparing to accumulate data and compile a new edition of the safety manual, had no idea—
—Meng Chao had neither been driven completely out of control by Blood Blade Judgement—
—nor had he been fully subdued by the high-voltage arcs and neural anesthetics.
Whether he had seemed crazed and demonic at the beginning—
—or whether he was now limp all over, foaming at the mouth and convulsing endlessly—
—had all been a false impression deliberately created by him.
His purpose was to continuously feed them false experimental data,