I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World-Chapter 523: 343: With a Death Wish_l

Harrison Clark’s combat experience was too extensive, and his inherent fighting talent also overwhelmed Needham Brown.

The moment he wore this equipment, each weapon, every piece of armor, every energy shield field vibration change…

All the battle-related parameters automatically connected in his mind, forming

a naturally perfect whole.

At the same time, Needham Brown’s communication system, which had just completed the automatic repair, rang crazily with information prompts from the War God Research Institute.

The Institute was scoring Needham Brown’s actions according to the War God Plan’s standard.

“SS evaluation.”

“SSS evaluation.”

“SSS…”

They had just told Needham Brown not to start fighting, but now they were assigning S ratings, as if applauding him.

A scent of triumph, very real, full of irony.

Needham Brown thought these might be automatically generated or sent out by the person in charge of the War God Research Institute to mock him with a warning message.

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

Looking at the rapidly decreasing basic armor energy due to the continuous consumption of shield energy and fully open emergency medical system, and the ever-increasing equipment damage rate, Needham Brown roared angrily.

But it was all in vain.

Harrison Clark’s attacks never slowed for a moment.

At the same time, he was mocking relentlessly, “Come on, be a man who eats his words and grow fat from it. Increase your awakening level, otherwise, there’s no hope for you. Weren’t you a big mouth? Thinking you’re really impressive? Then why the fuck don’t you fight back and show me!

“You think you’re so capable, but if your awakening level was the same as mine, you wouldn’t be worthy of even tying my shoes. Trash, I ask you, are you or are you not trash?”

“Do you know what’s the most miserable thing for a person? To think they are amazing when they are nothing but a frog in a well, a fish in a jar. To think they are omnipotent when they are actually worthless.

“What are you? How many invaders have you chopped down? What makes you think you can spout nonsense in front of me?

As for the war of words, those jests that Needham Brown thought up before could not keep up with Mr. Clark, who honed his skills in the streets of the 21st century.

It’s just that Harrison Clark didn’t like to curse, but it doesn’t mean he couldn’t.

If he really wanted to curse, he might not be able to defeat the market dominators of a thousand years ago, but dealing with a mere 3ist-century straight male soldier was a breeze.

Since Needham Brown had become quite ill this time, almost turning into another person, Harrison Clark decided to forget about their previous friendship and teach him a deep lesson. Maybe it could save this idiot. Harrison Clark was determined now to use language combined with combat to destroy Needham Brown’s inflated bad habits.

After all, to cure a serious illness, one must administer strong medicine. After cursing, Harrison Clark suddenly held back and said coldly, “Come, someone fix his equipment and treat his wounds. General Brown, now

I’ll give you a chance. When you’re healed, raise your awakening level to 36.8%.”

Needham Brown didn’t accept Harrison Clark’s kindness, “Don’t look down on me, to defeat you I only need…”

Bang!

Needham Brown’s words were cut short.

The next second, he was struck in the head by Harrison Clark and then violently thrown to the ground.

The ground shook, and a vast crater with a diameter of several hundred meters appeared, with Needham Brown lying right in it.

His battle armor’s energy shield flickered for a moment, and arcs of electricity erupted on the armor’s surface, breaking into pieces and scattering on the ground.

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He wanted to struggle to his feet, but couldn’t.

At this point, Needham Brown’s equipment damage rate reached 90%, and energy remained less than 5%. He was already at the training limit, activating the automatic protection setting, and all energy was transferred to the emergency medical device for life support.

The vast plain fell silent once again.

The crowd looked at each other and couldn’t say anything.

What in the world was happening?

Although they all knew Captain Clark was mighty, no one had ever thought he could have such a crushing advantage over General Brown.

The two were not on the same level at all!

Worlds apart!

Why is Captain Clark so strong?

Needham Brown’s invincible image was deeply ingrained in people’s minds. No one ever thought this image would one day be shattered, and so thoroughly at that.

“Not convinced? What, are you so used to lowering your own level to show off that you can’t accept being outclassed by someone on the same level? Can’t bear it?”

“Does that matter? Don’t you know in your heart, we can fight like this a thousand times, and the outcome will not change.”

“Now I’m giving you a chance, and you don’t cherish it? Don’t you want to know the limits of my abilities? With your limited skills, who are you to know my limit?”

Harrison Clark slowly descended, raised his hand, “Charge! Repair equipment! Increase your awakening level, or get the hell out of here!

After finishing, Harrison Clark shrugged his shoulders, and now his mood was slightly better.

After fighting a match, his gloomy mood from failing his performance plan had improved considerably.

He was indeed a born warrior who loved the battlefield.

Playing the politician’s game was very uncomfortable; charging forward with a knife to chop the sky and earth was much more enjoyable.

Needham Brown’s personal soldiers came over.

One person charged and repaired Harrison Clark’s equipment. Another logistics personal soldier was helping Needham Brown clean up. In a muffled voice, Needham Brown asked his soldier, “How much is his equipment’s damage rate and remaining energy?” “The damage rate is 15.8»/o, and the remaining energy is 42.7°/o.” Needham Brown clenched his teeth and cursed inwardly, “Bastard, how can the gap be so big!”

The personal soldier asked a heart-stinging question, “General, what are we going to do next?”

The soldier actually wanted to suggest that they forget about it for now, but didn’t have the guts.