Balje originally thought that his threat would make Lin Fei afraid, but he did not expect Lin Fei to reject his words directly.
Moreover, he even called Balje 'mud', which was clearly mocking him.
The martial arts experts from other countries also could not believe their ears, calling Balje 'mud'.
"Bastard!" Balje was like an enraged bear, gritting his teeth.
He grabbed his leather jacket with both hands, tearing it open with a ripping sound, revealing a hairy, muscular chest.
Balje clenched his fists, his feet spread wide, adopting a combat stance, exuding fierce energy.
With a thunderous roar, his bare upper body erupted with Martial Saint Qi, burning like flas.
"Die!" Balje surged toward Lin Fei like a wild bear, launching an attack.
This punch broke through the air instantly, producing a terrifying shriek, exerting pressure on Lin Fei.
As if intending to crush Lin Fei into minced at with one punch.
The surrounding martial artists from various countries were stunned by the power of Balje's punch!
Their expressions changed slightly.
However, Lin Fei remained calm in the face of Balje's attack akin to a raging wild bear.
His gaze was steady; Balje's attack erupted with five zhangs of Martial Saint Qi, indicating a fifth-level Martial Saint power.
This level of power is undeniably strong in any country.
But in Lin Fei's eyes, fifth-level Martial Saint power was nothing new.
His pupils contracted, instantly activating X-ray Vision. Under his gaze, the traces of Martial Saint Qi flowing in Balje's body were clear to him.
Lin Fei could see the Martial Saint Qi in Balje's body continuously surging toward his fist, wave after wave, in an endless cycle.
When Balje's punch ca crashing, Lin Fei noticed the new and old inner Qi alternating on Balje's fist, leaving a fleeting mont of emptiness, and Lin Fei punched forward.
Bam.
Like a teor collision, a deafening roar erupted.
A storm-like airflow exploded.
With a wail, Balje, who was just fierce and aggressive like a violent bear, was violently smashed onto the rooftop ten ters away.
Imdiately following Balje's impact like a big bear, the entire rooftop seed to tremble. The spot where Balje fell showed spider-web cracks on the ground.
It was as if a thousand-pound hamr had slamd onto the rooftop floor.
After crashing to the rooftop floor, Balje was in a terrible state, his face extrely ugly, in imnse pain, lying on his back, as if his bones had scattered, his head dizzy, unable to stand.
Martial artists from other countries were all dumbfounded. Balje's strength, notorious in the Rus Empire, dubbed the indomitable bear of the Rus Empire.
Yet in a showdown of power, Lin Fei's punch made Balje lie on his back, miserably unable to stand.
He indeed beca the 'mud' as Lin Fei said.
Martial artists from various countries were all shocked.
"Seems East's talented expert Qinghe Sword was right, this Huaxia kid is really difficult to deal with!" At this mont, John from the Egypt Kingdom, coming to his senses, said with a fearful expression to the other martial artists.
"Indeed, this Huaxia kid is very tricky!" Pross, a Baxi expert with coffee-colored skin, coarse texture, and curly hair, nodded in agreent.
"Single combat, we're no match for him. Let's confront him together." At this ti, a martial expert from the Berlondo family of the Bali Kingdom said with a calculating look at the others.
Upon hearing this, Lin Fei realized these martial artists from different countries appeared in New York to trouble him because Qinghe Sword had leaked the information.
"Yes, let's confront him together!" The others imdiately echoed in agreent.
They also realized that Lin Fei's power, having defeated Balje with one punch, ant single combat was futile against him.
Therefore, to defeat Lin Fei, only joint confrontation presented a possible hope for success.
"Attack!" With John's command.
In an instant, more than a dozen martial artists from various countries attacked Lin Fei like a tidal wave.
Their fists, palms, and their bodies erupted with Martial Saint Qi, creating a storm on the rooftop.
The air shook, a pressure similar to storm clouds pressed down, churning toward Lin Fei.
In the fierce storm, Lin Fei's hair and robes fluttered wildly; he was like a lone boat in turbulent waves, seemingly ready to engulf the storm entirely.
Facing the forceful hurricane of over a dozen martial artists, Lin Fei remained unaffected, calm.
As they closed in, Lin Fei's aura surged abruptly as if a fierce tiger unleashed; his figure blurred, transforming into a shadow as he charged into the storm of martial artists.
With flashing palm shadows, striking swiftly, Lin Fei charged through, unstoppable, delivering punches and slaps with delight.
This misfortune was on the martial artists; they were beaten to a crying ss, one by one knocked out like sandbags.
Thump, thump, thump.
Sounds of martial artists smashing onto the rooftop echoed.
In re breaths, more than a dozen martial artists from various countries lay groaning, bruised and swollen, unable to stand.
Lin Fei stood with imposing presence, scanning the ground full of groaning martial experts, saying: "This ti, it's a lesson for you all. If you persist, don't bla for being rude."
After saying this, Lin Fei no longer looked at these martial artists, leaped onto the rooftop railing of the Empire State Building, standing against the wind, a silhouette under the starry sky, resembling a heroic figure towering to the skies.
"Weber, I know you're nearby! Even if you don't co out, I'll find you at the Weber family's manor." Lin Fei shouted loudly at the surrounding buildings.
His voice echoed between the high rises, imbued with a sense of integrity.
As his voice fell, a robot broke through a window from a nearby building under the starry sky, its armor gleaming with cold tal light, and engine behind spraying pale blue flas.
Whoosh.
In no ti, the robot landed on the rooftop railing, about ten ters away from Lin Fei.
Standing opposite each other on the rooftop railing were Lin Fei and the robot.
"Are you Weber?" Lin Fei's gaze fell on the robot, standing tall at one ter eighty, gleaming with tal, wearing a black glass visor.
"Yes, I'm Weber. I didn't expect even martial artists from various countries couldn't beat you." Weber's cold voice echoed.
Lin Fei frowned slightly, saying, "Enough talk! Where is my child?"
"To see your child, did you bring the Beidou Array Map?" Weber asked.
Lin Fei pulled out a rolled-up parchnt from his clothing, saying to Weber, "Here's the Beidou Array Map you wanted!"
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