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During the flight, Lin Feng looked down at the mountains below.

The Western fleet's transgression at this juncture was by no means a mindless act of suicide.

The vanguard of the Skyhorn Clan has just been wiped out, and the Dragon Defense Line is in ruins. If they dare to send three fully-equipped aircraft carrier battle groups into the East China Sea, they must have brought special equipment targeting the martial arts system.

This tactic of using someone else to do one's dirty work is based on their delayed understanding of the war situation.

They didn't know what level the Star Core Realm actually represented.

In Lin Feng's eyes, this group of people was no different from the pile of charred corpses of the Skyhorn Clan.

Outside the territorial sea line of the East China Sea.

Three carrier battle groups are lined up on the sea.

Hundreds of destroyers and cruisers formed an air defense ring around the perimeter.

The foremost point of the deck of a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier.

Richard, as the commander of this operation, stands here.

He wore specially made heavy silver armor with a cross emblem printed in the center of his chest.

The adjutant strode closer and stood at attention beside Richard.

"Commander, the Dragon Kingdom command has cut off external communication frequencies. Radar shows that they have not mobilized counterattack forces, and the remaining coastal troops are retreating inland."

Richard raised his hand and pointed to a huge object in the center of the deck.

It was a five-meter-tall metal cylinder, its surface covered with cooling pipes and power transmission cables, emitting a low-frequency hum from time to time.

Anti-blood force generator.

This is a strategic weapon developed by the Western Joint Parliament, bringing together tens of thousands of top researchers to specifically counter high-level martial artists.

Once the machine is started, the special infrasound waves released by the cylinder will forcibly sever the resonance frequency of the martial artist's qi and blood.

Once a martial artist from the Dragon Kingdom enters the area of ​​effect, their dantian qi and blood will become reversed and stagnant.

Without the support of vital energy, the physical defenses of a Dragon Kingdom warrior cannot even withstand a single armor-piercing bullet.

"Order the entire fleet to weigh anchor and cross the border."

Richard gave the order.

"They can't even maintain a regular formation. If this generator is turned up to its maximum power, even Lin Feng, who repelled the alien race, will obediently kneel on this deck."

A loud bang came from the sky.

A sonic boom cloud suddenly exploded in the sky above the sea directly in front of the fleet.

A dark shadow fell straight down.

The Ming Jiao smashed into the sea.

The seawater was forcibly pushed back, creating a water wall nearly 100 meters high.

The wall of water struck the side of the nearest destroyer, causing the ship to list significantly.

Alarms sounded simultaneously on more than thirty warships.

The Nether Dragon raised its head, opened its massive jaws, and let out a roar.

The blast wave bent the railings on the aircraft carrier deck.

Lin Feng stood atop the Nether Dragon's head, holding a gun in one hand.

The purple-gold armor adhered tightly to the skin's surface, evaporating all the splashing seawater from the surrounding area.

Richard recognized the person who had come.

Instead of ordering a retreat, he strode toward the loudspeaker on the control panel.

Fleet-wide broadcast activated.

"Lin Feng, you only brought one strange beast to your death."

Lin Feng did not give any response.

He stood still, his gaze fixed on the metal cylinder in the center of the deck.

He assessed the machine's energy operation mode and determined that its energy level was far lower than Baron's energy matrix, indicating that it was a product developed by Blue Star.

Richard followed Lin Feng's gaze and patted the machine's casing.

"This machine is called the Anti-Qi-Blood Field Generator. The benefits of the Dragon Kingdom's martial arts era have come to an end."

"Hand over that interstellar warship and the dwarven craftsmen, and finally dismantle all the defensive structures of the Northern Dragon Tower."

Richard continued to present negotiation terms.

Lin Feng, gripping his gun, stepped out from above the head of the Nether Dragon.

He stood on thin air, hovering in mid-air a hundred meters above the aircraft carrier deck.

"Are you done talking?" Lin Feng asked.

Richard raised his right hand and waved it in the air.

"Start generator, no threshold set, start at maximum power."

The adjutant turned around and pressed the start button.

The metal cylinder emitted a burst of white light.

The top begins to rotate rapidly.

A ring of light blue ripples spread outwards from the edge of the generator.

The ripples spread across the sea surface, instantly covering an area of ​​ten kilometers in radius.

Several seagulls skimming the surface of the sea touched the edge of the ripples, their wings abruptly stopped flapping, their bodies stiffened, and they plunged straight into the sea.

Several martial saints from the Dragon Kingdom who were responsible for reconnaissance behind the defensive line came into contact with the aftershocks of the ripples from more than ten kilometers away. They felt a sharp pain in their dantian and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the reef.

Richard looked up, staring intently at Lin Feng in mid-air.

He waited for the purple-gold armor to shatter, and for Lin Feng to suffer a blood rush, cough up blood, and fall into the sea.

Three seconds passed.

Ten seconds passed.

Lin Feng hovered in mid-air, showing no sign of falling.

The purple-gold armor still shone brightly.

Richard turned and yelled at his adjutant.

"You didn't push it to full power?"

The adjutant was covered in cold sweat, his hands frantically typing on the keyboard.

"Commander, the power output is at 120%, and the generator overload warning has been triggered!"

Richard turned to look at Lin Feng again.

Lin Feng lifted his foot and took a step forward.

The air crackled.

His qi and blood expanded rapidly outward, shattering the ripples that were approaching him.

The density and structure of Qi and blood in the Star Core Realm have long since completely broken out of the scope of understanding of the Blue Star martial arts system.

This generator, specifically designed to counter the fluctuations of Qi and Blood on Earth, poses no real obstacle to Lin Feng at this point.

Richard took a half step back and drew the heavy sword from his back.

"All cannons fire!" Richard roared. "The Holy Knights, form ranks!"

The main guns of several cruisers fired simultaneously, sending more than thirty shipborne anti-aircraft missiles soaring into the sky.

Lin Feng did not move.

The purple-gold armor extended outwards by three feet, solidifying into a substantial hemispherical barrier.

Missiles and artillery shells slammed into the mech.

The explosion completely engulfed Lin Feng.

Shrapnel and high-explosive shockwaves scattered in mid-air, bullets rained down, and countless water columns were smashed into the sea.

Before the flames had dissipated, a figure emerged from the black smoke.

Lin Feng descended to a low altitude directly above the aircraft carrier.

The surface of the armor was completely undamaged, not even a black mark was left.

Paladins clad in heavy silver armor sprang up from all over the deck and gathered in front of Richard.

They simultaneously pressed the activation mechanism on their chests.

The armor's built-in injection system directly injects a high concentration of enhanced gene serum into the major artery.

The paladins' faces flushed instantly, and the veins in their necks bulged.

The muscles swelled up within seconds.

"Kill him," Richard ordered the attack.

Fifty paladins used the momentum to propel themselves into the air, slashing their heavy broadswords toward Lin Feng's location.

Lin Feng spreads his five fingers on his left hand.

Throwing knives flew out one after another from the sleeves.

Nine throwing knives traced intersecting paths in mid-air.

The sound of metal being cut rang out.

Without any hesitation, the throwing knife sliced ​​through the weakest point of the heavy armor—the neck seam—and cleanly pierced the spine.

Fifty helmeted heads rolled to the ground.

The entire strangulation process took less than a second.

Richard's hand, gripping the heavy sword, froze completely in mid-air.

The adjutant turned and ran, climbing toward the blast-proof hatch on the bridge.

Lin Feng did not go to see the escaped adjutant.

He descended from mid-air and stood in front of Richard.

"What did you want just now?" Lin Feng asked.

Richard loosened his grip, and the greatsword fell onto the deck.

"Mr. Lin Feng, this is a misunderstanding."

Richard stepped back, creating some distance.

"The Western Joint Parliament is willing to pay all war reparations, and the fleet shall withdraw immediately."

"No need to evacuate."

"You will all die."