"Judge, is this what gave you the nerve to challenge me?"
Randall chuckled coldly.
Why were the people of this world all so arrogant and ignorant?
Before, he would have been angry.
But now, when he met people like these, he only found them pathetic and laughable.
Of course, if they crossed him, he would still kill them!
"Marine, stop putting on an act!
Seeing my clone army must have you so scared you're about to wet yourself!
Hahahaha!
Let me tell you! They don't just have numbers—each one is powerful, too!"
Judge looked positively ecstatic as he rattled off every specification of his clones like a salesman.
In short, a single clone's strength was roughly on par with that of a Marine captain.
Of course, if a clone actually fought a Marine captain, the clone would definitely lose.
Still, the technology was terrifying.
Unlike Vegapunk, he pursued quantity rather than quality.
Once the numbers grew large enough, quantity would become quality.
This was the strategy of endlessly churning out troops.
And these clones really were like a hive of insects, with no thoughts of their own. Judge controlled everything.
But to overwhelm a top-tier powerhouse like Randall with these things, he would need an ocean of them.
At the very least, the number would have to be in the hundreds of millions.
Judging by the situation here, however, Judge had only a few hundred thousand at most.
Randall remained expressionless, but beside him, Peclo got goosebumps listening to it all.
He raised Judge's threat level another notch in his mind.
At the same time, he privately considered how likely Judge was to be able to contend with Marine Headquarters using this technology.
Then, having finished introducing his clones, Judge beckoned, and two clones walked toward him.
One carried a