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

This lady had heard the chirping of birds.


Some chirped in the courtyard, some amid the woods, some by the riverbank, and others on... the battlefield!


In that world-altering 'Seven Years' War,' this lady had heard, more than once, the unique chirping native to South County on the battleground.


Those swordsmen of extraordinary talent relied on a simplified 'Swift Bird Sword Technique' and unleashed their ultimate performances time and again in the heat of battle.


Their swords struck like lightning, their blades quivering like birds.


Each time, they brought unprecedented brilliance.


Each time, they earned themselves unparalleled honors.


These South County swordsmen never retreated.


And this lady had heard such jovial chirps more than once, sometimes as an ally, sometimes as a foe, but regardless of which side, she couldn't help but express her admiration.


Chapter 474: A Talent So Exceptional It's Called... a Monster!