William Clark put away the box and was just considering whether or not to search the body of the bearded middle-aged man when he suddenly heard a clear, distant whistle coming from upstream of the waterfall. The whistle was long and lingering, and it was obvious that the person who made it was a powerful expert. Following this whistle, several other howls echoed from different directions, clearly from people in the same group.

Hearing these whistles, William Clark immediately realized a very serious problem: “This bearded middle-aged man is covered in wounds, obviously from being besieged. This place is rarely visited by people, and now so many have suddenly appeared—they must be looking for this bearded middle-aged man! In other words, these are the very people who beat this skilled martial artist half to death! If I’m discovered by them, the consequences would be unimaginable!”

At this thought, William Clark knew this place had become dangerous and didn’t dare delay for even a moment. He silently muttered “Sorry,” then threw the bearded middle-aged man’s corpse into the river. After disposing of the body, William Clark also threw everything he had brought with him into the river as quickly as possible.

William Clark was a boy of about twelve or thirteen, but ever since his memory awakened, he seemed like a different person. He handled the task of destroying evidence with such efficiency and decisiveness that even a seasoned veteran would be impressed.

After glancing at the items being swept away by the river, William Clark didn’t hesitate and quickly left the area.

Less than half an hour after William Clark left the waterfall, several figures arrived, cutting through the air. Leading them was a tall, burly middle-aged man dressed in a bright red robe, a gleaming single saber strapped to his back. His entire presence exuded an oppressive aura, revealing his profound cultivation.

“Master, the target’s last known location is right here.” A short man sniffed the air vigorously, then pointed to the spot where the bearded middle-aged man had last stayed and said, “Look, there’s still a lot of fresh blood here.”

The red-robed middle-aged man said slowly, “Keep searching!”

The short man frowned and said, “Master, I can’t find any further trace of him. I suspect the target escaped through the river…” He hesitated, then added, “Near this waterfall, I also caught the scent of a second person. I don’t know if this person rescued the target.”

“There’s a second person’s scent?” The red-robed man’s expression changed slightly, and he immediately ordered, “Notify the outer perimeter at once—lock down the entire area within a hundred miles! Hunt down and kill any suspicious individuals! We’ll search along the river. Don’t come back until we find the target!”

Chapter 0011: Three Strikes to Kill an Equal-Level Expert

The Wild Continent was covered in forests, with towering trees over a hundred meters tall everywhere. As William Clark moved through these giant woods, he felt as if he himself had become much smaller.

After leaving the waterfall, William Clark ran dozens of miles in one go. Once he entered this forest, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The forest stretched for more than forty miles in every direction; barring any accidents, once he crossed it, he would be able to return safely to Sanhe Town.

Walking through the forest, William Clark couldn’t help but think of the broken blade tip in his pocket. Remembering the words of the bearded man before his death, he had a vague feeling that the experts hunting the bearded man were actually after this blade tip. For such a small fragment to attract so many powerful people both surprised William Clark and made him secretly ponder its origins.

As William Clark was lost in thought about the blade tip’s background, he suddenly heard someone deep in the forest shout, “Huh? There are footsteps over there—quick, let’s go check it out!”

With that voice, William Clark immediately heard several footsteps rustling through the forest, heading straight toward him.

William Clark’s expression changed slightly. He quickly slipped into a bush, thinking, “These people are clearly searching for someone—could it be me? How is that possible?”

While he was thinking, three people came running from a distance. All three wore tight-fitting outfits and each had the strength of a second-level martial artist, exuding a murderous aura that marked them as seasoned killers.

After scanning the surroundings with sharp eyes, one of them said in a low voice, “Strange, I clearly heard footsteps here, but now that we’re close, there’s nothing.”

Another snorted, “You shouted from so far away—if there was someone, they’d have run off by now.”

The first man grunted in dissatisfaction, “The higher-ups want us to kill any suspicious people. We have to be careful, or we’ll be in trouble…”

One of the three had remained silent, his nose twitching as if sniffing the air. After a while, he whispered, “Someone was definitely here just now! I can smell a human scent!”

Hiding in the bushes, William Clark couldn’t help but groan inwardly when he heard this guy’s words: “This guy’s nose is way too sensitive—he can actually sniff out lingering scents in the air like a dog. This could be a real problem…”