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

Gold's sword was not only fast but also ruthless.


The moment he drew his sword, its tip was about to pierce Little Lisop's throat.


This sudden attack exceeded everyone's expectations.


Leixide, the Head Hunter, did not react in time.


Because, in both of their eyes, everyone in South Town could betray them, but Gold would never betray.


This was a man who demanded of himself the standard of a "Knight"!


As a "Knight," what he valued most was honor!


Just before the sword tip touched Little Lisop's throat, it was blocked by a force field—the Protection Copper Coin had taken effect. Shocked, Little Lisop quickly regained his senses and drew his sword to counterattack.


Gold's sword intercepted Little Lisop's longsword.


The next moment, both men stepped forward, beginning to wrestle with the section where their longswords touched.


In the subtle, continuous collisions, both longswords emitted bursts of crisp sounds—


Chapter 383 The Power of Inspiration!