The Threshold of the Supernatural Battle, Gao Linzhi's Realization!

"Wait, are you guys being reasonable?" the Big Black Fatty said, looking aggrieved. "You bastards are clearly just jealous. Why didn't you say you'd cancel the contract and go back to manage things yourselves before?"

"They're clearly jealous of how well we've managed this place, so they're trying to seize it by force!"

The village elders were also furious upon hearing this!

"What the hell are you talking about? This place is ours, and we can take it whenever we want!"

"You were the ones who forcibly took this land away, and now you're saying these things, as if we were in the wrong!"

"In short, this place is ours, and you can forget about taking it away!"

"Get the hell out of here, one by one!"

"We were the ones who paid for it, and now you're just jealous of our achievements. You're telling us to get out? Is there any reason left in this world?"

"Enough with the nonsense, we're the ones who speak the truth!"

"If you didn't have countless cannon fodder, who would sell their ancestral land to you?"

"Exactly! We would never lease such a great place to outsiders!"

"Damn it! You guys clearly didn't have the ability to develop it, so you contracted it out to us. Now that this place is good and we're making big money, you're all jealous. And you have to pretend to be righteous. Disgusting, disgusting!" The Big Black Fatty was furious.

The two sides exchanged insults but did not resort to violence.

Gao Linzhi, Xu Gou, Puppet Best, and the others floated in mid-air at a distance, watching the fight between the two groups without making a move.

Xu Gou wasn't in a hurry, of course; now it was the other party who was begging him.

As the client, and possessing core cutting-edge technology, regardless of which side wins, they will all have to cooperate with them.

If you rush things, you'll only make yourself vulnerable to being manipulated by the other party.

Before long, the two sides engaged in a verbal battle, which eventually escalated into a full-blown fight.

"Enough with the nonsense, now it's time to prove ourselves!" The Fat White Elder was the first to lose his patience.

He was eager to reclaim the Giant Dune, since the imperial court would be back in two years, and he wanted to increase the village's strength as much as possible before then.

Everyone knows the saying, "A bandit's faults are like a comb, an official's faults are like a shave."

The stronger you are, the less likely you are to be exploited.

He quickly waved his hand, and a burly villager, easily two meters tall, stepped out from behind him.

Clad in full steel heavy armor and carrying a heavy axe, with only a slit for his eyes visible from head to toe, he moved lightly across the sand, leaving almost no trace.

The players let out a low gasp of shock.

"Handling heavy tasks with ease, this warrior is at least Advanced Warrior!"

"Yes, unlike us players who can kill monsters to gain experience and level up, even Advanced Warrior is only level 35. That requires more than thirty years of training. Their skill level and fighting spirit are far beyond our reach!"

One knowledgeable person commented.

Upon seeing this, the Big Black Fatty frowned. He looked behind him and saw that many of the Corporate Players had taken a slight step back.

Only one skinny guy with the ID "Zhang Shi*Liu Feng" remained in place.

He was dressed in plain clothes and held two black daggers in his hands.

"Alright, you're the one, Liufeng, go and take him down!" the Big Black Fatty ordered.

"Zhang Shi* Liu Feng" was stunned for a moment, and then had no choice but to walk forward.

"Kid, if you don't want your mother to cry, get out of here!" The heavily armored villager said to the skinny player.

He was a kind-hearted person and didn't want to see the other party come to their death.

"I had no choice, I only came up here so my mother wouldn't cry." The skinny man gritted his teeth, grabbed a dagger, and fought desperately against the heavily armored villagers.

The heavily armored villager was slightly taken aback, then casually swung his heavy axe to block the dagger thrust at him.

Then the two of them started fighting.

Gao Linzhi looked at it carefully.

He already knew that battles in this kind of extraordinary world were usually decided by one-on-one duels.

It's at most a small-scale brawl.

Once the strongest few have determined their victor, the battle will be over.

The two of them started fighting.

Everyone initially thought that the dagger player wouldn't last more than a few rounds.

However, the two sides fought for a very long time.

They were seen wielding an axe and a dagger, rarely engaging in direct combat, only making brief contact before disengaging.

"Black Axe, what are you waiting for?"

"Chop him to death with one axe!"

"These Descenders also only have one life!" one of the village elders said impatiently.

Upon hearing this, the villagers of Chongjia took a deep breath.

"Sorry, brother!"

The heavily armored villager swayed, then swung his axe and launched a swift attack from his side.

A set of Whirlwind Axe immediately began to spin.

A sandstorm swept through the air.

"Ah!"

The dagger player screamed in agony.

When it comes to combat skills with cold weapons, he's not Gao Linzhi; how could he possibly compete with this burly man who's honed his skills over the years?

He fled backwards.

Not long after, an arm was thrown out of the sandstorm.

The heavily armored villagers did not press their advantage, but instead stood in the dust and shouted:

"I'll spare your life, but get back there right now, pick up your arm, and get it reattached!"

"Hahaha, we won!"

"You Descenders, you're still a long way from having any say in our affairs!"

"That's right, get out of here now, or I'll chop you all up one by one!"

The villagers were all very happy and cheered loudly.

Gao Linzhi nodded upon seeing this.

It seems that the relationship between ordinary villagers and players here is actually quite good.

There was no deep-seated hatred between the two sides.

At this point, the village elders didn't say anything more.

Clearly, the indigenous people were also unwilling to fight to the death.

They were probably trying to scare the other party away.

This is more in line with reality.

This is what a mature leader is like.

They were also unwilling to attack relentlessly from the outset.

That would have too many consequences.

He had made up his mind.

Just as I was thinking that, the next round was about to begin.

The villagers won the first round, Big Black Fatty clearly looked very unhappy.

He glanced at the people he had brought; they all lowered their heads, not daring to look at him.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer and said, "Steward Zhang, let's fight them!"

"Fight? What are we going to fight with!"

"All they do is eat, drink, and slack off!"

"I've made you all practice your skills diligently, but none of you are happy about it. You're all always thinking about just using Skill Book!"

"Everyone else trains hard in the sweltering heat of summer and the freezing cold of winter!"

After finishing his tirade, the Big Black Fatty picked out a tall man from the crowd who was wearing plate armor and holding a white staff.

Level 38, Advanced Mage class.

"Gandof, go and fight them! Smash their arrogance!"

"Yes, butler!"

Gandorf quickly rushed forward, casting a Glimmering Spell on the heavily armored villager, followed by a swing of his staff.

"Bang! Bang!"

"Ah!"

The heavily armored villager screamed in agony as his eyes were temporarily blinded, leaving him only able to swing his axe to defend himself from attacks on his weak points.

Gandolf then quickly jumped away, followed by another spray of Acidic Liquid into the gaps in the opponent's heavy armor.

"Ah!" The heavily armored villager turned and ran.

Gandorf seized the opportunity to strike his opponent fiercely with his staff.

"Well done!" the Big Black Fatty clapped.

Everyone was stunned.

Is this what a mage is?

Gao Linzhi was not surprised.

Ordinary mages have limited Mana Bar, which regenerates very slowly and doesn't regenerate during combat, while mana potions are very expensive.

It's definitely not possible to use mana potions to fire like in the game.

There are usually only one or two spells, and then it's naturally down to Melee Combat.

Expecting a mage to become a turret requires Master Mage with a complete set of equipment, skills, and a long Mana Bar.

At this very moment.

Both sides were displaying their strength, with soldiers facing soldiers and generals facing generals.

Several indigenous village elders immediately frowned.

They realized their weakness: warriors were easy to train, but mages were difficult to raise.

Because mages need to understand those complex spellbooks, even if they learn them with Skill Stone, they have to practice little by little on their own because they don't have experience to level up.

As mentioned earlier, the Mana Bar is short and recovers slowly, making the training of spell-based skills a major challenge for the natives.

Therefore, there is usually only one elder in a village who practices Magic Arts.

Moreover, its battery life is short.

In contrast, players who play as mages have a unique advantage – once they learn a spell, they can quickly max it out using experience points.

Furthermore, players can actively increase their spirit attribute, thereby increasing their Mana Bar.

This is something that indigenous villagers do not possess.

"Come back!"

"Damn it, these Descenders! It seems our elders must intervene!"

At this moment, the village elders looked at each other, not wanting to rashly get involved.

After all, battles between mages are extremely dangerous.

This isn't like a battle between soldiers, where a lost arm can be healed.

The soldiers' attacks were relatively precise, and they were able to control the scale of the battle.

If you swing an axe at someone and say you'll cut their nails, you won't actually cut their fingers.

Can you control a fireball with such precision?

That's impossible.

Mages are like artillery emplacements, warriors are like sabers.

But mages are different; no one knows exactly how powerful their skills are.

Once a mage engages in battle, a single misstep can result in annihilation.

This shows that these guys are all very smart.

They also knew that if a mage attacked a warrior, the warrior could easily be killed.

Even mages can get killed if they're not careful.

In that case, the loss would be quite significant.

The villagers may die, but if these elders die, the impact will be enormous.

The villagers only need to worry about dying in battle, while the rest of us have many other things to consider.

However, the Fat White Elder glanced at everyone and finally said:

"Alright, money can be a powerful motivator. These Descenders won't be afraid unless we show them some real strength!"

"That's true!"

The village elders exchanged glances a few times.

After a silent exchange of benefits, the Granny Elder beside him was chosen and stepped forward decisively.

She took a few steps forward, holding Green Snake-Head Staff, and without saying a word, pointed at the sorcerer "Zhang Shi * Gan Daofu".

Dozens of venomous snakes immediately crawled out of the ground and coiled around Gandorf.

Gandolf was so frightened that he immediately retreated, allowing the heavily armored warriors to escape.

In Gao Linzhi's opinion, the heavy armored warriors suffered from a lack of understanding of the situation and their soft-heartedness and caution.

If you see Gan Daofu approaching, immediately smash him with an axe, and he'll be dead instantly.

The other party doesn't even get a chance to cast a spell.

He could tell that these ordinary villagers, who usually got along well with the Descenders, were not used to the sudden turn of events.

But the elder did not have such concerns.

The Granny Elder was swift, precise, and ruthless in her actions.

The venomous snake went straight for Gan Daofu's groin.

Gandorf cast another Glimmering Spell to briefly control the venomous snake, then lashed out with his staff.

However, these were just bait. The Granny Elder then waved her staff again, and a giant python emerged from the ground, directly binding Gan Daofu.

"If you don't want to die, then admit defeat now!"

"Your mother-in-law might forgive you this time!"

Seemingly confident of victory, the Granny Elder was somewhat smug.

Gandolf immediately stacked a shield on himself.

Upon seeing this, Gao Linzhi couldn't help but shake his head.

This is clearly a case of novices pecking at each other.

The reason is simple.

In a real war, who would let you play this turn-based system?

Sudden attacks, abrupt assassinations, and unexpected engagements are the norm.

A critical reaction must be made within a mere ten milliseconds.

When several powerful individuals launch a surprise attack on one person, or when several powerful individuals engage in battle, one must be on high alert and strike first.

Unlike now, where they take turns hitting each other.

Sure enough, as Gandorf stacked his shields, the giant python struggled considerably and found it difficult to directly strangle Gandorf.

"What kind of magic is that?" the Granny Elder asked in confusion.

"Hmph, you don't know, do you?"

"This is..."

"Enough!"

Gao Linzhi controlled the Game Character, and the Game Character controlled the Substitute Puppet, which flew out from mid-air!

He had already assessed the opponent's power level.

Then, he hurled a Giant Fireball downwards.

"Bang!"

A crater, ten meters wide and five meters deep, with the power comparable to that of a 150mm heavy artillery piece, appeared.

The sand was melted into glass.

"Ah!" Everyone was stunned.

"Nature's treasures belong to the virtuous!"

"This Giant Dune, I am the most virtuous, so it belongs to me!"

"I'll take 80%, and each of your two families will take 10%."

"I've finished speaking. Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

The villagers were stunned, and so were the players.

Where did this domineering person come from?

The Big Black Fatty was also stunned.

He came seeking protection from the other party, and was only entitled to a maximum of 30%. How come the other party is demanding 80% all at once?

"On what grounds?" the Granny Elder said, dissatisfied.

Gao Linzhi flew down instantly, and then, with lightning speed, lifted him into the air.

"Based on this!"

He was too lazy to say more.

The two sides' conflict ultimately boils down to who has the bigger fist.

Since that's the case, and his fist is the biggest, then it's his.

There's not much to say about that.

Just now, the two sides were exchanging blows, playing a round-robin match.

Everyone else watched with great interest, but Gao Linzhi shook his head.

He has at least seven or eight ways to kill his opponent immediately.

Because it is fast enough and powerful enough.

A stealthy dash followed by an assassination strike is all it takes to kill the opponent.

These mages and slow-reacting warriors are better suited for logistical work.

They are better suited to working from the rear than fighting on the front lines.

Those who can hold their ground at the front are skilled in concealment, evasion, and defense, while also possessing the reaction speed and agility to keep up with their opponents.

If you can't react in time, it's tantamount to suicide.

Gao Linzhi had already discerned the upper limit of these people's reaction speed and reaction time.

They have some extraordinary skills, but they lack any real ability to fight back.

These people haven't even touched the threshold of extraordinary warfare.