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

Such an army couldn't possibly appear here.


He would have been the first to run to them.


It truly could bring light to this world.


Meanwhile, Rick, who was training, clearly misunderstood when he saw Arthur shaking his head.


The father called out to someone not far away.


Immediately, a lean middle-aged man with every muscle taut like threads walked over, picked up a wooden stick wrapped at one end with cotton, and started beating Rick all over his body.


If it hurts, hit it until you don't feel the pain!


Then, you can break through the existing limits of your Physique!"


Rick, being beaten, said with a full voice.


Subsequently, the tool used for beating shifted from the wooden stick to an iron rod.


And when the iron rod turned into a spear, the beating included stabbing and piercing.


Chapter 497: The Method That Once Came Closest to 'Knight' Training!