However, in the end, he still quickly reached out, grabbed the clover in his hand, and gave it a hard yank, pulling the entire clover into his grasp.

At the very moment his arm retracted, Liam Foster felt a chill on his arm. Looking down, he saw that a piece of his sleeve had been sliced off at some point while he was reaching out.

If it had been his body that went over this time, just thinking about it made Liam Foster shudder...

Seeing the clover in Liam Foster's hand, Roger Grant showed a hint of a smile on his face and burst out laughing, “Kid, I didn't expect you to be so lucky!”

As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed the hand with which Liam Foster was holding the clover, directly snatching the clover from Liam Foster's grasp.

There was a rule among gatherers: although they traveled together, whatever someone picked—especially if it was obtained at great risk—belonged to that person.

Watching Roger Grant contentedly place the clover he had just risked his life to get into his own basket, Liam Foster's heart trembled.

Take him out!

I have to strike first and take him out!

After walking more than a hundred meters, Liam Foster noticed a small bend on the map, and at that spot, there was even a slope marked.

A slope—this is the place!

Gritting his teeth, Liam Foster deliberately didn't move forward when he reached the bend, instead pretending to slip!

With this slip, he slid right along the correct path marked on the map. And Roger Grant, who was following behind him, saw Liam Foster fall to the ground and chuckled, “Kid, hurry up and get up.”

Liam Foster pretended to struggle to stand up, but as soon as he was halfway up, he clutched his leg and said, “Ouch, my bone is out of place, Brother Grant, come help me set it back!”

“Your bone is out of place? Heh, kid, then you just stay—”

Before Roger Grant could finish his sentence, Liam Foster had already sprung up, channeling all his inner energy into his feet, and launched a basic “Sweeping Wind” kick straight at Roger Grant.

Roger Grant was at the fourth level of Qi Refining, and in his eyes, Liam Foster was just food on his plate. All his precautions were focused on the strange environment of this secret realm, and he hadn't paid any attention to Liam Foster at all.

What’s more, he was holding a knife, intending to kill Liam Foster right here, so he was completely unprepared for Liam Foster's sudden attack.

When Liam Foster kicked at him, Roger Grant had no time to counter. To his credit as a battle-hardened veteran, he instantly retreated five steps backward.

Those five steps took only a split second, showing just how agile and quick Roger Grant was.

He had already decided that after retreating those five steps, he would chop this kid who dared attack him into eighteen pieces!

But just as he steadied himself, he suddenly felt his lower body sink, and the next moment, his whole body began to fall downward.

Not good, it's a pitfall! In an instant, Roger Grant channeled his inner energy to his feet, trying to leap up.

But just as he sprang up, a sharp pain shot from his waist. Looking down, he saw that his legs had already separated from his airborne body!

“Bang!”

Half of Roger Grant's body crashed heavily to the ground.

Liam Foster looked at the now half-bodied Roger Grant and secretly let out a breath.

“You little bastard, you dare ambush me!” Roger Grant's eyes bulged with rage and unwillingness.

In his eyes, Liam Foster was nothing more than an insect, yet at the moment he was about to kill him, he was ambushed.

With half his body gone, he was completely finished!

Liam Foster darted to Roger Grant's side like lightning. Without using any sword techniques, he swiftly chopped off both of Roger Grant's arms with his longsword.

Although Roger Grant had lost half his body, his fourth-level Qi Refining cultivation remained. To be safe, it was best to make sure he posed no further threat.

“Kid, I'm going to kill you!” Roger Grant, feeling the excruciating pain from his severed limbs, roared furiously at Liam Foster.

Liam Foster said nothing. He waited for Roger Grant to finish yelling, then said calmly, “I heard that in the Lasha Secret Realm, there are black ants that love to feed on human blood. If a person doesn't resist, they'll be gnawed down to bare bones, not a scrap of flesh left.”

Although Liam Foster's voice was not loud, it sent chills down Roger Grant's spine. After a brief hesitation, he pleaded loudly, “Liam Foster brother, it was my fault, please, please spare my life.”

“Spare your life? Are you sure?” Liam Foster didn't move forward, standing two meters away from Roger Grant, his voice still calm.

“Make it quick, please, Brother Foster, give me a quick death!” Roger Grant instantly changed his tune.

Liam Foster nodded, “A quick death is easy, as long as you answer one question honestly.”

“Tell me, who sent you to target me like this?”

Roger Grant was stunned for a moment, just about to speak, when Liam Foster said, “Brother Grant, think carefully before you answer. I never give anyone a second chance.”