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 pitch-black night was illuminated by gunpowder, and crimson blood blossomed forth.


Five crossbowmen were hit by the bullets of the Thunder Gun and sent flying.


The remaining attackers were routed under the Longsword of the 'Bandage Swordsman'—


In the midst of the pleasant ringing of swords, the Longsword started to flicker with cold radiance.


But with its unique rhythm, it dodged all of the attackers' strikes and then fiercely pierced the throats of the aggressors, each stab precise and prophetic.


Walsh watched this swordsmanship, his expression solemn.


For swordsmanship, Walsh relied on the abilities bestowed by the Bone Sword.


It wasn't that he didn't want to learn, it was just that he had blindly followed Glast's advice, believing the swordsmanship granted by the Bone Sword would be sufficient.


The 'Pale Hand' newcomer, sober now, had already realized the importance of swordsmanship.


Chapter 465: Absolute Safe Zone!