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

Jimte despised trouble, so he refused trouble.


Kalal despised trouble, so he became trouble.


Hayes despised trouble, so he stayed away from trouble.


But, the three of them had one thing in common, that was when trouble really became unavoidable, they would not fear trouble, let alone flee from it.


If I cannot solve trouble, can I not solve the person who causes trouble?


On the deck, the sailors began firing under the captain's command.


There were bullets as well as crossbow arrows.


But, before these bullets and arrows could get close, Kalal stepped forward and drew his twin swords—


The blade of the swords brought about a series of sharp gusts.


Both bullets and arrows were sliced into two amidst this sharp wind.


The sailors on the deck were dumbfounded.


The captain was even more pale with shock.


Clearly, the captain hadn't expected to encounter such a situation.


551 three big gray wolves, one little sheep!