Outrageous humiliation!
This is simply outrageous humiliation!
Getting smacked in the face repeatedly by Brother Dao’s shield—sure, pain wasn’t an issue. Adam Hamr had been altered so heavily, his pain nerves as a self-defense chanism were long gone.
But his self-esteem took a substantial hit.
The na Adam Hamr—where wasn’t it renowned?
Which rcenary didn’t scatter in terror upon seeing him?
Though he had stumbled before, when had he ever been insulted like this?
As soon as the brief paralysis wore off, he imdiately reached behind his back and yanked out those electro arrows.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t a mber of the Big Bird twirling club, otherwise he might have liked this dangling business.
Then, with one hand he swatted away Brother Ni, who was trying to give his head a crack, while gripping Brother Dao’s shield edge fiercely. His strength was even greater than a gorilla’s arms. Even with exoskeleton assistance, Brother Dao couldn’t retrieve the shield from his grip, tried pulling twice without success, and saw Adam Hamr’s predator-like gaze behind the shield.
Brother Dao quickly let go, gave a polite yet awkward smile, and prepared to retreat.
"Hehe, if you like it, take it, no interruption, I’m leaving now."
He tried to run but was grabbed by Hamr’s arm, unable to break free. So, he hardened his resolve, retrieved a dagger from his leg with his left hand and stabbed back, his smiling face suddenly changed.
"Have I given you too much face?"
But in close combat, forget just one Brother Dao, even ten of them wasn’t enough for Hamr to handle.
Hamr held the shield in his right hand to fend off player attacks, then imdiately grabbed Brother Dao’s left hand upon releasing his arm, pulled and twisted it back, breaking it with the exoskeleton together, pressing Brother Dao to the ground and smashing his head with a punch.
The floor beneath shattered upon impact, blood splattered everywhere, and Brother Dao’s face was caved in.
Seeing his handiwork, Hamr was extrely satisfied, a sense of successful revenge filled him with pleasure. He prepared to stand up to appreciate the fear on people’s faces due to his brutality.
But he never expected.
Brother Dao surprisingly still had a breath left, holding out without disconnecting.
His right hand slowly fumbled on the ground, finally grasped a broken steel bar, tremblingly raised his right hand and lightly tapped Hamr on the head with the steel bar.
Scratching for damage, any bit more counts.
Affects dungeon settlent.
Pa-tah...
Even calling it damage is generous; this hit wouldn’t hurt even an ordinary person’s head, yet the impact on Hamr was greater than a straight punch.
"You....."
"You....."
Even from the chanical voice, Hamr’s anger and humiliation were discernible.
"AAhhh ahhhhhhhhhh!!!"
He let out a beast-like roar, raining punches with his left hand on Brother Dao’s corpse, the protective exoskeleton armor was hamred into the flesh, blood and debris splattered incessantly, staining Hamr as a blood-soaked figure, his frightening cyborg face looking even more terrifying now.
Until the corpse was beaten into a lump of flesh and tal unrecognizable mixture, Hamr slowly stood up.
After venting, he thought to himself.
Now, surely they must fear ?
Regularly, his cruel thods left plenty scared enough to wet their pants.
Yet, upon standing up and looking at the surrounding players, their faces bore excitent, eager battle spirit, or even blank expression, but none showed a trace of terror.
Not the indifference of robots, nor neglect of comrades’ lives.
It felt as though Hamr was pounding rice cakes publicly, not people.
Lunatics...
He thought he was mad enough, but these people seed crazier than he imagined...
Seeing soone not far away already shoulder several Type 31 heavy machine guns ready to fire at him, Hamr still hadn’t seen Grayson breakthrough enemy blockade, plus the ssages from Huang Ban commander in the communications channel sounded dire, seemingly caught in a tough fight.
Years of combat experience led Hamr to an imdiate decision.
These folks definitely have sothing off the charts, retreat first!
This isn’t fleeing, it’s victorious strategic withdrawal after killing dozens.
Even though Adam Hamr often seed the cybernetic enhancent limit beyond human, without external equipnt, he hadn’t reached beyond carbon-based lifeform.
No amount of enhancent could withstand heavy caliber cannon firing, nor rocket launcher blasts, with bad luck, without comrades’ cover, even a firebomb could send him to heaven.
Such frontal warfare firepower, never mind Adam Hamr as a cyborg, even a real tank brought over as disposable consumable can be blown to bits anyti.
Having decided, Hamr fired two flashbangs imdiately. Their dazzling light and noise burned the components of players’ artificial eyes, temporarily blinding them. By the ti they recovered, Adam Hamr had made it to the balcony by the window.
Wildman instantly saw what this guy intended, shouting out.
"BOSS wants to run! Stop him!"
Brother Ni: "Humph, try to escape? Lightning whirlwind strike!"
It’s the players’ first ti experiencing the helpless feeling those gang mbers probably felt facing them before, that 50mm thick alloy shield was literally like a turtle shell, most of the damage from the prior siege was absorbed by the shield, Hamr barely hurt.
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