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

Facing the sales pitch of Swordsmanship Master Julie, Marinda's gaze revealed a trace of strangeness.


"Why on earth would you bring something like that?"


Marinda did not attempt to hide the meaning in her eyes.


However, the Swordsmanship Chief sighed.


"You know that I have Giant Tribe bloodline, right?"


"Yes, the Swordsmanship Chief of the Earl of South Los, descendent of the Giants, heir of Garden Island, known for being able to drag a sailboat ashore with one hand and the only person speculated to be able to compete in strength with the 'War Elephant' under the Old Lion."


But the Female Swordmaster showed no joy, instead her expression grew heavy.


"Do you know the traits of the Giant Tribe?"


The Female Swordmaster continued to ask.


"Immense size, tremendous power, extraordinary defense, and long lifespan."


Marinda said, envy appearing in her eyes.


Chapter 451: The Man Hidden by the Mosaic!