I Really Didn't Mean To Be The Saviour Of The World

Chapter 230: Chapter 179: So Strong It Makes One

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Needham Brown exclaimed, “Harrison Clark! You’re really… so powerful!”

“You flatter me.”

Needham Brown: “Although in intergalactic wars, battleship strikes are the eternal theme. But if every soldier in the army has the same individual strength as you, humans can definitely achieve victory in this war! Come on, let me bring out your true power!”

Harrison Clark changed back into his human form, slowly walked out of the hazy white fog, and assumed an indifferent and arrogant posture.

He said, “Needham Brown, you are as naive as I once was. Thinking that if you give it your all, you can truly understand the real enemy. In fact, this is all an illusion. Even if you die by my hand, you won’t be able to understand my realm.”

There was a sentence he didn’t finish.

Just like how I’ve died multiple times at the hands of the invaders, and I still haven’t seen the true face of the invaders.

Battleship strikes?

That would be a lovely prospect.

I wish!

If the human spaceship fleet really had a chance to counterattack, he wouldn’t want to train any single soldier strength, and he would happily squat in the battleship and fire the cannons. Wouldn’t it be nice?

But isn’t there no chance?

So, Needham Brown’s hope and Harrison Clark’s despair are essentially the same principle.

Today’s human warriors, even if it’s just Marthus ranked two hundred thousandth in the army, have long surpassed him in his Azure Dragon Armor back then.

But what does it matter?

Unfounded self-confidence is meaningless.

Needham Brown was unconvinced: “I don’t believe it!”

“Then you do your best.”

In the midst of a casual conversation, Harrison Clark changed his state again.

Ground-based cannon!

The dark muzzle aimed at Needham Brown.

From a distance, Nora Camp turned pale in shock, “Your equipment is different from the ordinary ones, you can’t use the high-power ground-based cannon, the energy field won’t hold up!”

Harrison Clark shook his head: “Don’t worry, I’ll control the power very precisely. Lion taught me, with ease.”

Buzz!

As Needham Brown lunged forward, the ground-based cannon had already begun to charge and construct a super-heavy neutron shell.

Bang!

He fired, and the shell flew towards Needham Brown.

Needham Brown’s face turned cold.

Do you think I’m stupid?

Can’t I dodge?

But he quickly changed his expression dramatically.

Perhaps it was the moment the ground-based cannon fired, Harrison Clark switched states again and he transformed into a human-shaped armor.

But Harrison Clark’s human-shaped armor had something different about it.

He used more than ninety percent of his power in the propulsion system, so that he could almost catch up with the ground-based cannon shell!

Now, Harrison Clark’s human-shaped armor was holding an eight-meter long ancient spear in his right hand, while his left hand gently pressed against the shell of the ground-based cannon shell, flying along with it.

Needham Brown understood.

Harrison Clark deliberately controlled the speed and power of the ground-based cannon shell while also pushing the propulsion power of the human-shaped armor to the extreme.

Without the help of a missile guidance system, he could control the direction of the shell’s flight!

The shell became another sword in his hand.

What kind of combat skill was that?

How should I dodge?

Would he apply the super-heavy state to the tip of the spear, or some part of the shell of the ground-based cannon?

Needham Brown couldn’t understand, completely clueless.

Five seconds later.

A violent explosion soared into the sky, causing the composite energy field shield to sway like a fragile boat in a storm.

When the smoke cleared, people saw Harrison Clark still standing proudly in the arena.

As for Needham Brown and his human-shaped armor, they were already half-kneeling on the ground.

He coughed in fitful bursts.

The vast training ground was silent all around, except for Needham Brown’s intermittent coughing and blood-spitting.

He lost without any suspense.

He couldn’t even force Harrison Clark to use more than 90% of his power.

He lost thoroughly.

As Harrison Clark turned and walked away, he said without looking back:

“Now you know why I didn’t want to fight you, right? Because fighting you wouldn’t be instructive for others, and I might as well train by myself, fighting the air.”

“It’s only because I’m not feeling great today and wanted to find some confidence from somewhere that I bothered with you. You go back, and in the next two months, train as hard as you can. Maybe by then, you’ll be of some help to me on the battlefield..”