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!"

Lady of Sorrow Miha was directly slapped silly.


This lady stood there dumbfounded, looking at Marinda emerging from the Smoke, and subconsciously retorted—


Marinda, with a pipe in her mouth, didn't bother to answer but instead backhanded her again.


Although Lady of Sorrow was stunned by the sudden slap, when faced with the second slap, she reacted in time.


Lady of Sorrow stepped back, leaned her upper body back, trying to dodge.


Marinda's backhand slap, although not as sudden as before, was multiple times faster, and, with a slight tremor of her fingertips, it came with a hissing sound of tearing through the air.


It was clear that it contained extremely advanced swordsmanship skills.


Louder than before, Miha was directly sent into convulsions, her body spinning sideways in mid-air, flying out.


Chapter 708 - 705