By the shores of the East Sea, Sword Qi swept across Cang Hai.
For the first time, Gongliang Zimo felt the ironclad ship beneath him was so unstable. The sea was different from flat land; there was no method like an iron cavalry charge. Martial artists who could step on air or walk on water were few, so a strong bow's powerful arrows capable of crossing the sea were extremely important.
Every soldier on the East Sea ironclad ship had a right arm one size larger than the left, with generals whose arms extended past their knees, wielding strong bows that could pierce iron armor from three thousand steps away.
But it was of no use.
Before the warrior exhausted himself, arrows couldn't get within ten feet.
The mechanical crossbow bolts, capable of crushing a person to death, would be shattered with a casual punch when they got near.
A raised sword swept aside the chill of autumn.
