Chapter 231: Chapter 180: Turbocharged Civilization
Enginel
Translator: 549690339
Harrison Clark took two steps forward, but there was a sudden movement behind him.
Needham Brown stood up again.
“It’s not over yet,”
he said.
Harrison Clark looked back at him, “But you’re badly injured, you should receive treatment immediately.”
“No, I’m not dead yet, so it’s not over.”
As soon as his words fell, Needham Brown charged again, “I will force you to your limit.”
Violent collisions happened once more, one after another.
The Dense impacts, combined with the release of powerful energy, made the compound shield around the training field wobble precariously.
But miraculously, each time, the impact’s strength was precisely calibrated to the critical point of the shield’s capacity.
Harrison Clark not only didn’t go all-out, but even effortlessly controlled the intensity of the aftermath of the fight.
Needham Brown no longer paid attention to Harrison Clark’s verbal taunts, nor did he care about the growing injuries on his body.
His mind had entered a state of completely selfless mortal combat.
Harrison Clark satisfied his wish and gave him a hearty and unrestrained battle.
But Needham Brown’s inner pain only intensified.
The more intense the fight, the more he could feel Harrison Clark’s leisurely fierceness.
He knew Harrison Clark had been holding back all along.
Harrison Clark didn’t lie; facing an opponent of Needham Brown’s level, he didn’t need to go all-out.
Needham Brown desperately urged and switched the functions of the Individual Soldier System, constantly raising indexes, and squeezing the performance of the prototype as much as possible.
He could feel his body breaking apart inch by inch.
The custom-made Morrowind System was a pinnacle of numerous scientists’ wisdom, designed to meet the needs of its user, Harrison Clark.
The custom-made system consumed now humanity’s top resources.
With the set Harrison Clark wore, two backup sets stored by the Giant Wave Vertical Team, and the prototype on Needham Brown, there were four sets in total and no more.
Any of the performance parameters inside were completely beyond the scope of ordinary soldiers.
Even though Needham Brown was strong, he was still far from the performance limit of the custom-made equipment.
Already during his second confrontation with Harrison Clark, Needham Brown had been operating his body at an overload.
What was even more painful was that, while he was pushing his body to the limit, Harrison Clark on the other side appeared seemingly indifferent.
He couldn’t comprehend Harrison Clark’s true fighting skills; this was a pure talent crush.
Needham Brown felt extreme pain and confusion; was the gap between them really so insurmountable as it seemed to be only a slight difference in gene awakening degree?
On Harrison Clark’s side, he gradually became aware of Needham Brown’s rapidly weakening life signs.
He had been repeatedly holding back, hoping to completely subdue Needham Brown and prevent a senseless sacrifice.
However, Needham Brown had completely lost himself in a killing frenzy, wanting only to shine as brilliantly as possible before dying at Harrison Clark’s hands.
He no longer wished to force Harrison Clark to go all-out.
He just wanted to make himself go all-out, even if it meant dying while challenging the other person.
Such a battle record must have a high value, right?
“Enough! It’s over.”
Harrison Clark knocked Needham Brown down again.
This time, Needham Brown couldn’t get up quickly.
He had completely lost control of his body.
Harrison Clark turned around and was about to leave.
But the next second, Needham Brown stood up again.
He adjusted the control of the Morrowind System to a purely mental link mode, no longer needing his body to help issue commands.
In this mode, the response speed of the Individual Soldier System would slow down, his strength would suddenly decrease, but he still wouldn’t stop.
Harrison Clark didn’t want to pay attention to him anymore, but instead opened his personal information System.
He asked the military authorities to cut off Needham Brown’s equipment control rights.
A few seconds later, the individual soldier armor on Needham Brown’s side fell once more with a ringing sound.
“No, don’t do this, I can still go on. Let me die here; that would be the most meaningful thing for me. Personal power is ultimately limited; just me being strong, or even just you, Harrison Clark, being strong, still can’t change our fate. Don’t you understand how important the things I’m doing are?”
Harrison Clark walked up, opened the armor below the chest of the Human-shaped Armor, revealing the old-fashioned buttons inside.
He said, “You overestimate yourself. Without you, my training guidance alone is enough for everyone till the day of the final battle.”
Harrison Clark entered the code to forcibly unlock the control rights.
The prototype on Needham Brown’s body swiftly gathered and returned to a card on his waist.
The battle was completely over.
But Harrison Clark didn’t feel relaxed at all.
It was truly a destined disaster that was difficult to escape.
Needham Brown’s clothes had completely collapsed, and the blood gushed out, blooming like peony flowers all over the ground.
His fingers had long since disappeared, and even the bones had been smashed into powder, blending into the blood.
Harrison Clark was filled with emotion.
This brother was truly toxic.
Extremely toxic.
No matter what sort of world he created for himself each time he came, he ended up leaving just his head.
The first time he saw it, Harrison Clark thought it was terrible.
The second time he saw it, Needham Brown was severely injured because of him, and he was moved to pity.
This third time, Harrison Clark didn’t want to admit it.
He nearly even found it a tad comical.
The people outside the field were shocked by this situation.
No one could have imagined that Needham Brown had pushed himself to this extent.
Scott led the medical team as the compound energy field was removed, rushing over.
With no way to move his body, the Portable Atomic Therapy Device was used right on the spot, disregarding that doing so would mix the mud stirred up from the ground into Needham Brown’s body. They had to save his life first..
