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

After Glast appeared, Arthur's "Death Intuition" kept flashing.


This flashing reminded Arthur that the woman in front of him was far more dangerous than he had imagined.


For someone who always hides in the background, you never know what kind of ace they might have up their sleeve, or rather, how many aces they might create for themselves for the sake of safety.


Regarding such people, Arthur was all too familiar.


So, when this lady proposed a duel under the witness of an "Imperial Pact," Arthur knew that she knew more about him than he had thought.


Otherwise, she would never have proposed such a duel.


She must have glimpsed the "truth" about his swordsmanship.


Or some unconscious gestures during the Swordsmanship Competition?


However, there was one thing Arthur was quite certain of.


Chapter 473: The Bird Spreads Its Wings in the North Wind!