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

Arthur had heard the boasts that Marinda had made on his behalf.


Of course, aside from his thick skin, Arthur also had a sliver of confidence.


He had just completed an upgrade upon his return to South Los.


Specifically for [Swift Bird Swordsmanship Lv5]!


The 3000 experience points he had obtained were entirely spent, but the change they brought was immense.


Even Arthur, recalling the scene he 'saw' when he had just upgraded, still felt an internal tremor—


The smooth ground was torn into thousands of ravines.


Flowers, plants, trees, along with pebbles were all swept into the sky.


But this tempest was merely the wind brought about by the flapping wings of a passing bird.


It had never paid attention to the earth.


Chapter 472: Birds and Snakes, Fathers and Sons!