Gao Linzhi's Entrance: Maximum Impact

On a beach.

Lin Cangming and some of the villagers who had been captured alive crowded here.

A group of imperial soldiers were pointing their swords and spears at them.

Kneel down!

"Kneel down obediently!"

"We await your judgment, sir."

Zheng Yuanheng looked coldly at these people and angrily rebuked them:

"Hasn't the imperial court treated you well?"

"We only collect taxes from you once every ten years!"

"I just don't understand, how come this good thing, which benefits both the imperial court and you all, just can't be implemented?"

Why are you gathering together to rebel?

"Do you think you can escape death by rebelling?"

Lin Cangming kept his head down, unmoved, too lazy to look at this feudal bureaucrat.

"If you're going to die, then die. Why waste your breath?"

"Now you can just chop me up!"

"I don't care anyway!"

Lin Cangming replied coldly.

Zheng Yuanheng sneered, "Hmph, I actually know you're a player."

"You have the power to resurrect."

"However, you have underestimated the methods of the imperial court!"

"This one strike will seal your soul and flesh, making it impossible for you to revive!"

"The imperial court can make you wish you were dead!"

"You have a bright future ahead of you, are you going to die alongside these lowly people?"

Lin Cangming did not answer.

"Hehehe, now I'll give you a chance!"

"All you have to do is write a confession to the court, kneel down and admit your guilt, and then personally behead these people one by one."

"On behalf of the imperial court, I hereby pardon you and restore your official position."

Upon hearing this, the other arrested villagers all looked up at Lin Cangming.

In their eyes, it seemed as if the other party was about to betray them at any moment.

However, Lin Cangming remained dismissive, saying, "Do you think anyone can be bought off?"

Do you think you can insult my character by using such methods?

"Kill me if you want. So what if I'm a player?"

"I'm not afraid of death, so why would I be afraid of you threatening me with death?"

Upon seeing this, Gao Linzhi couldn't help but admire the man.

He has always admired those who are not afraid of death.

These people, in particular, have a bright future and a very promising outlook.

In this situation, the other party is still not afraid of death; that is what makes a true hero.

This is truly astounding.

Gao Linzhi rarely admired others.

In his view, he could do what others did as well.

The only thing he couldn't do was face death without fear.

If it were him, he would probably just try to survive and get through this situation first.

I'll take revenge later.

"Look closely, this brave warrior Lin is indeed very courageous."

"He's clearly a player, and he even has the potential for Immortality."

"But now, he would rather be sealed away by the court, or even killed by the court, than betray those who support him."

"How precious is this spirit!"

"Alright, that's enough from the host, it's time for the main streamer to make their appearance!"

"Damn, they should have been on stage a long time ago!" the audience clamored.

"Nail him up!"

Zheng Yuanheng roared angrily.

He couldn't tolerate such a lowly commoner acting so righteously!

They showed absolutely no respect for the imperial court!

Lin Cangming was then dragged out and pinned to the stockade wall by three long spears.

One shot went through the shoulder, another through the belly, and yet another grazed the neck.

Blood immediately started flowing down the wall.

A dark pool of blood formed at his feet.

He did not die.

The player's strong physique allowed him to withstand these injuries.

However, his physique was not strong enough, so he could not defeat the military officers of the imperial court, and he was unable to ignite the fuse in the end.

Subsequently, under Zheng Yuanheng's orders, Lin Cangming watched helplessly as one villager after another had their skulls blasted apart by muskets.

He then watched as Aman's body was kicked into the fire by the soldiers.

Then he watched as the three men who had escaped by sheer luck returned to save him with knives were instantly shredded into mincemeat by the soldiers' formation.

"Lin Cangming," a Qianzong approached, stepping over a pool of blood, a knife tip protruding from his chin, "Sigh, you seem like a man."

"Why didn't you listen to Zheng Zhongcheng?"

"If you cooperate, you won't have to suffer like this."

Lin Cangming spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed, "Cooperate? I'll cooperate with you... to kill the rest of you?"

The Qianzong's face darkened, and he smashed the hilt of his knife into the man's face, the sound of the nose shattering crisply.

"You don't know what's good for you." He waved his hand. "Break his arm!"

Two bodyguards stepped forward and pressed down on Lin Cangming's shoulders. He raised his steel sword, the blade reflecting the firelight—then suddenly stopped.

It wasn't that they wanted to stop; it was that the knife stopped.

They were like being held in place by invisible iron clamps, suspended in mid-air, completely still.

"Who?!" Qianzong turned around abruptly.

No one answered.

There was only one gust of wind.

The sea breeze suddenly picked up, carrying a salty, fishy smell and some indescribable scent, like the oppressive atmosphere before a thunderstorm, or the chilling anticipation of a mountain storm.

The flames burning in the village tilted sharply, as if giants were breathing from the sky.

"There are people in the sky..." a guard suddenly said, pointing tremblingly towards the outside of the camp.

Everyone looked up immediately.

On the sea as dusk settles.

The last rays of dawn are sinking.

At the boundary between light and darkness, there was a black dot.

It was only the size of a swallow at first.

Three breaths later, it was already as swift as a hawk.

Three breaths later, the outline became clear—it was a person.

He was White Robe, hands behind his back, and walked on air.

Her clothes fluttered like flowing clouds, and with each step she took, a visible wave of air rippled out from beneath her feet, pressing a depression of about ten feet into the sea.

"This, this is... this is Gang Qi... Gang Qi Treading Waves?!" Qianzong exclaimed in shock, unable to contain his roar, his voice trembling, "This is a Grandmaster!"

"He's a martial arts grandmaster!"

He was actually exaggerating.

However, the attribute data that Gao Linzhi is showing at this moment is indeed similar to that of a Grandmaster skill.

After all, this has two attributes of 2000 each.

Moreover, it is further enhanced by numerous skills.

Zheng Yuanheng stood on the beach, looking up, his crimson robe clinging to his body in the strong wind.

He saw the man in White Robe cross the vanguard's Fuchuan.

The enemy made no move, yet the warships seemed to be pressed down by an invisible giant hand, their bows suddenly sinking, seawater flooding the decks, and more than a hundred sailors tumbling into the sea.

The man in White Robe did not stop, walking as if on flat ground, taking ten zhang per step, and in three steps he was already above the island.

"Fire!" the Qianzong roared. "Load the runic muskets! Cannons! Shoot him down!"

Arrows rained down.

Lead bullets rained down like locusts.

However, the man in White Robe simply lowered his head and glanced at them.

His gaze was indifferent, as if he were looking at grass and trees, sand and stones, or the insignificant dust in the world. Then he raised his right hand and casually brushed it away.

"Boom!!!"

A sand wall three zhang high was blasted open on the island.

This isn't a metaphor; it's a real wall.

It was a wall made of sand, seawater, broken weapons, and human remains.

Three hundred infantrymen, lined up in formation, were swept up and tossed about like ants before this wall, their bodies turning into blurry red as they fell back down.

Silence reigned.

The man in White Robe landed in front of the wooden stockade.

He was barefoot, yet his feet were spotless.

Within a radius of ten feet, the sand was as smooth as a mirror, and not a single drop of blood was spilled.

"Who's in charge?" he asked casually.

Bigger is fully revealed.

The sound wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly, as if someone were speaking directly inside their skulls.

Zheng Yuanheng's face turned ashen, but he did not back down.

He pushed aside the guards blocking his way and stepped forward. "I am Zheng Yuanheng, Right Vice Metropolitan- Chief, here to quell the rebellion by imperial decree."

"Who are you, sir? How dare you obstruct the royal army?"

"The royal army?" The man in White Robe tilted his head slightly, as if pondering the words.

Then he laughed, a gentle laugh as if he were discussing the weather, "You lot dare to call yourselves the royal army?"

Do you know what it means to be a king?

What is a teacher?

"The imperial army is the king's army!"

"Wrong. The one with virtue is king, the one who wins the hearts of the people is king, and the one who acts as the master of the people can be called a royal army. Welcoming a royal army is welcoming bandits!"

"I've traveled three thousand miles to kill you bandits."

Gao Linzhi looked down and scanned the other person.

Zheng Yuanheng's pupils contracted sharply, and a short gun slid out from his sleeve.

That was a flintlock pistol modified from a player's weapon.

It can pierce through iron armor from a hundred paces away.

It also contains runic magic that can lock onto targets and has various effects such as "armor penetration, curse, and poisoning".

Players could actually modify the weapons to create better ones, but they don't need to, and they don't allow players to, modify them.

Because if they did that, they would lose control.

He raised his hand, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

Flint struck, and smoke filled the air.

The man in White Robe did not dodge.

The lead bullet stopped three inches from his forehead, as if it had hit an invisible wall.

The bullet deformed, turned red, and then melted into molten iron, dripping onto the sand with a hissing sound.

"A mere firearm modified from a player's weapon," the man in White Robe commented. "Interesting. Too bad it's too slow."

He extended his index finger and tapped it gently.

Zheng Yuanheng saw a white line.

It was very thin, like spider silk, extending from the opponent's fingertips, passing through the smoke, covering a distance of thirty feet, and then he took flight.

It wasn't that it was hit, but rather that it was "lifted" up.

The white line wrapped around his ankle, suspending him upside down in mid-air, like a fisherman lifting a fish.

Her scarlet robe billowed, her jade crown fell, and her meticulously styled hair came undone.

This high-ranking official was now in such a sorry state that he looked like a beggar in the marketplace.

"Your Excellency... who exactly are you..." Zheng Yuanheng's voice trembled, yet he still forced himself to speak, "Do you know that killing an official... is a crime punishable by the extermination of nine generations of one's family..."

"Could it be that you're one of those players?"

"I know." The man in White Robe looked up at him, his eyes still gentle. "Heh, always threatening to kill to scare the people."

"In the end, they reaped what they sowed, and the royal family itself was plotted against and killed."

"It's foolish to hurt each other."

He turned to face the wooden village.

Lin Cangming was still nailed to the wall, his consciousness blurred, but he tried his best to keep his eyes open.

"Lin Cangming?" the man in White Robe asked.

"... yes."

"Someone asked me to save you." The man in White Robe raised his hand and made a grasping motion. The three spears were pulled out as if by an invisible hand, spraying three bursts of blood.

Lin Cangming fell forward, but was supported by a gentle surge of energy and gently laid flat on the ground.

"Who..." Lin Cangming coughed up blood, "Who asked you to..."

"Someone you saved."

The man in White Robe took something from his robes and tossed it beside him.

It was a polished fish bone with the crooked word "Lin" engraved on it.

"Two months ago, you saved someone at sea; she's my friend."

Lin Cangming stunned.

He suddenly remembered.

Two months ago, he was leading the villagers, taking advantage of the calm after the strange occurrences subsided, to work hard at sea.

Meanwhile, another fleet took advantage of the opportunity to do business.

A little girl fell off the ship.

He also remembered that the other person had a persistent high fever.

He still remembered the way she reached out to him for help.

He decisively saved the person.

Rescuing people at sea is actually very dangerous—this is not the ocean of the offline world.

What if it's weird?

This happens frequently.

Some weak and strange creatures often disguise themselves as humans during their early development stages, entering human villages to plunder and kill, thus strengthening themselves.

However, Lin Cangming still decisively saved the person.

He never imagined that two months after saving the person, someone would come riding the waves to repay him in such a way.

"That little girl has a connection to my ancestors."

"Though you are old-fashioned, you are a good person." The man in White Robe turned around, facing the densely packed imperial army again. "Good people shouldn't die such a gruesome death."

And at this time...

Naval Admiral Zhou Xian finally recovered from his shock.

As a naval admiral, he fought in various battles, including against great pirates and pacified many other pirate groups, and encountered many skilled warriors.

But this person in front of me—is indeed a bit over the top.

"Form ranks!" he roared. "Long shields in front, wolf-tooth rakes next, musketeers spread out on both flanks."

"Activate the fighting spirit!"

Just as thousands of imperial soldiers began to quickly form ranks...

"Too slow," the man in White Robe said, shaking his head.

He lifted his foot and gently stepped down.

--"Thump."

It's not a sound, it's a feeling.

It was like the heart of the earth beating.

The sand and gravel on the island jumped three inches up in unison, and then exploded in all directions from him.

A shockwave spread out in a ring, shattering long banners, breaking wolf-tooth rakes, and sending people flying like kites with broken strings.

The army of several thousand men crumbled completely under his single stomp.

Lin Cangming was deeply moved.

This is the power of one person alone!

That's amazing!

"Rune Cannon!" Zhou Xian's eyes widened in fury. "Fire!"

The gun emplacements on several ships were finally reloaded.

The five giant cannons roared simultaneously, their solid projectiles whistling and flashing as they hurtled toward the White Robe figure.

The man in White Robe finally revealed a serious expression.

After all, this is a powerful tool of the imperial court, a weapon used to deal with experts.

Even experts need to be careful.

Of course, experts have many ways to deal with this.

The premise is to avoid getting entangled with the opponent's skilled fighters.

He took a deep breath, his chest heaving like a drum.

Then...

"Break!"

The single word uttered was like Longyin's roar.

The five shells exploded simultaneously in mid-air, not from being hit, but from being shattered by the sound waves.

The shrapnel flying everywhere actually cut down a number of soldiers nearby.

Even more terrifying was the aftershock of the sound waves, which caused the eardrums of everyone nearby to bleed simultaneously, and those nearby even fainted.

"Sound Essence ..." Zhou Xian knelt on the ground, blood flowing from his seven orifices, "He has mastered Sound Essence ..."

Actually, this is the effect of Gao Linzhi's physical skill evolving to the Expert Level.

The man in White Robe didn't look at them again.

He walked towards the sea, where there were forty-eight warships and tens of thousands of imperial naval troops.

It is considered a relatively powerful war machine.

Of course, this is relative to ordinary people.

He rode the waves.

The first step: the seawater only reaches your ankles.

Third, the waves solidified beneath his feet, forming an icy white path.

Fifth, he stood atop the mast of a Fuchuan, looking down at the terrified sailors on deck.

"The boat is nice," he said, "But it's a pity it's carrying too many people."

He raised his right foot, paused for a moment, and then stomped it down again.