Medieval rabbit

“A qualified Artillery Master must have enough attack range! That is why it’s reasonable for me to have a 3-kilometer-wide cannon,” Kerr Cowell said as he watched the people around him react with dumbfounded reactions after his firework display.
Tens of thousands of different races were thrown to another world and forced to wage wars against each other. That marked the start of a new world where survival was the sole focus.

My Cannon Is Three-Kilometer-Wide

The Chief of the Ape Clan, despite the unavoidable crease of a smile on his lips, managed to keep a straight face and remarkef, "Coming up, there are still seventeen categories to go, and no one knows what those remaining seventeen categories are."


"Though we are temporarily leading, let's not forget our modesty."


"The second category, Deep Sea Diving, is now officially open!"


"All players need to swim across this nearly one-kilometer-long ocean in front of you. The rules remain the same: no flying, no helping each other, and no attacking each other. Please go to the starting point. After a three-minute countdown, the timer will start."


Kerr Cowell looked ahead at the white space in front of him, where a kilometer-long and unfathomable ocean was slowly appearing. His eyebrow twitched, but he didn't utter a word.


Chapter 223: "3 times the speed of sound... let me take it slow, I'm suddenly a bit dumbfounded."