Rusty Dragon

The protracted 'witch hunting' had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years' War,  and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise.
Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said—
"Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!"

They all call me Great Master

The dagger in his hand had pierced Arthur's chest.


The sensation of a blade slicing through flesh wasn't like this.


Moreover, the next moment, Arthur vanished.


In front of Urto, only the wall pierced by the dagger remained.


Instantly, Urto, who was no novice on the Mystic Side, realized something, but before he could respond, Arthur, who had been hidden in the shadows, had already pulled the trigger of his Thunder Gun.


As the muzzle flashed, seven bullets tore through Urto's body, yet no fresh blood flowed; the seven bullets that passed through Urto were as harmless as Urto's dagger had been when it passed through Arthur's body.


The difference was that Arthur had used the "Phantom Scroll" stored in "Atos's Box" to create a perfect human-like phantom which had no offensive power and would disappear when attacked.


Chapter 125 The Wind Rises!