Suddenly, two sharp shouts reached David Harris's ears, and the content of the argument instantly made him alert. In the game, with his internal energy, his hearing was sharper than in real life, and he immediately identified the direction the shouts came from. David Harris hurriedly used his lightness skill, and after a few leaps, the sounds of fighting could already be heard. David Harris sped up again, and before long, the two players fighting had entered his line of sight.

On the way, David Harris had been planning to act quietly and not expose himself right away, but seeing the scene up close, he thought, forget it! He wasn’t the first to arrive anyway, and Wudang Mountain was bustling with people right now! Such a loud commotion instantly attracted a crowd, who surrounded the fighters, but no one dared to intervene rashly. One after another, Wudang players each took out a portrait and began comparing the two fighting players to the images.

These portraits had been distributed along with the Wudang sect’s wanted order—there were two in total, one of Edward Thompson, and the other of the sword belonging to the Hero of Xiangzhong.

In "Jianghu Online," unlike other online games, players’ names do not appear above their heads, so to confirm if someone is Edward Thompson, they have to compare with the portrait.

David Harris found the scene both amusing and exasperating. Looking at the two fighting, he immediately knew that neither was Edward Thompson. Clearly, this was a misunderstanding—they had mistaken the identity.

"Jianghu Online" is a martial arts MMO, so the portraits given to players are done in brushwork. The face in the portrait, David Harris thought, did resemble Edward Thompson quite a bit, but for players who didn’t know Edward Thompson at all, finding him based on this was a bit difficult. Some, with a "better kill the wrong person than let the right one escape" mentality, would attack anyone who looked even a little similar. The more mature and cautious ones, afraid of making enemies by killing the wrong person—especially if they provoked someone not to be trifled with—would carefully compare, like the players watching now. They held up the portraits, identifying and discussing as they went.

I think the one in the yellow robe looks like him!

"Huh? Why do I think the one wearing the bamboo hat looks like him!"

"Still think it’s the one in the yellow robe?"

"Look more closely…"

The onlookers held the portraits, still eyeing each other warily, as if Edward Thompson himself, knowing the safest place is the most dangerous, might be standing among them holding his own portrait.

Of course, David Harris wouldn’t remind them that Edward Thompson wasn’t here at all. He let them waste their time and quietly slipped away.

With no leads, David Harris continued wandering around, hoping for a stroke of luck, but encountered two more cases of mistaken identity, still without even a glimpse of Edward Thompson. Just as he was losing patience, he suddenly heard a loud shout from over there: "I’ll fight you to the end!"

His lost patience instantly returned, because the voice sounded familiar to David Harris.

Edward Thompson! It’s Edward Thompson!

David Harris looked in the direction of the voice—it was a huge boulder by the edge of the cliff, and the sound seemed to come from behind it.

David Harris didn’t hesitate and dashed forward, but almost at the same time, he saw several figures also rushing at top speed toward the boulder. David Harris tensed up and immediately had another thought. He deliberately slowed his pace, not scrambling to be first like the others, but instead circled around from a distance.

He decided to first see what was happening behind the boulder.

There was no one behind the boulder, but plenty of scattered items on the ground. David Harris had sharp eyes and immediately spotted among the three weapons lying there a sheathed longsword.

David Harris's heartbeat instantly sped up. He could recognize Edward Thompson at a glance, but as for the sword, he’d have to compare it to the portrait.

He was still a bit far away, so he couldn’t see the details of the sword clearly, but a strong premonition was already rising in his heart. He forced himself not to rush forward immediately—this was exactly why he’d kept his distance!

A figure instantly landed behind the boulder, bent down, and picked up the sword David Harris had been watching.

"Hahaha, I got it, I got it! It’s the Hero of Xiangzhong’s sword!!!" The player shouted excitedly, did a flashy somersault over the boulder, but before he even landed, several cold flashes swept by, instantly pinning him to the boulder.

"What an idiot!" David Harris had expected this. The moment that guy picked up the sword and started shouting, David Harris quickly rolled into a nearby bush to hide.

The ones who struck were none other than the Wudang players who had arrived after hearing the commotion. An item that could be exchanged for a huge reward—sometimes even close friends might turn on each other for it, let alone total strangers. In the game, equipment and items are very important, very valuable. Friendship, brotherhood—compared to those, they’re worth very little.

Everyone attacked at once, and none of them showed the slightest guilt toward the unlucky player. The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind—but this time, there were far too many orioles. The player’s excited shout before dying quickly attracted even more players. The Hero of Xiangzhong’s sword was right there on the ground, but everyone already knew what would happen to anyone who dared to pick it up now.