Traveling to another world, human civilization is cut off and oppressed by all races.
Good-for-nothing Lin Mo stepped onto the ring, and his opponent laughed at him: "What poems do you know?"
He recited "The Book of Songs: Wu Yi", summoned the shadows of Zhou Dynasty warriors, and killed the enemy with one punch.
Li Bai, Du Fu, Bai Juyi... The eternal souls of Chinese poetry all fought for him.
"Do you think this is a historical fault of the human race? No, this is our trump card."
When Li Bai's poem sword beheaded the Emperor of Heaven, all races bowed their heads: "He alone has five thousand years of civilization behind him."
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