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 unfamiliar young man almost instinctively responded.


He turned around to look at Arthur, who wore a helpless expression, and his face immediately turned fierce.


"Back off, I'm just trying to grab something, I don't want trouble!"


As he spoke, he pulled out a small knife—the blade about as long as an index finger, which on a daily basis could be used to cut butter or peel apples, but it was also capable of inflicting harm; if it hit a vital spot, death was a high likelihood.


The small knife in his hand seemed to give the young man endless courage, his initial nervousness vanished, leaving only brutality.


He had just been planning to drive Arthur away.


But at that moment, he changed his mind.


With a swing of his knife, he lunged at Arthur.


Arthur sidestepped and extended his right foot.


The young man, stabbing at air, immediately took a nasty fall, nearly smashing his head on the store door.


Chapter 181: Stolen Luck!