Chapter 987: Kim Heechul

Qinglong looked at the nervous reconnaissance team before him and shrugged with a smile.

"There's no need for that. You've already done very well."

"Among the multiple reconnaissance teams we sent out initially, only you were the first to locate Mist Valley. This achievement deserves great credit."

"You can return now. As for what comes next," he casually slipped his hands into the tactical pockets of his combat suit, thumbs sticking out, "leave it to us!"

Hearing these words, the reconnaissance team leader let out a long, relieved sigh.

"Yes!"

Then he added, "By the way, Captain Qinglong, there's one more piece of intelligence, though it's just my personal feeling, that I'd like to report to you."

Qinglong slightly raised his eyebrows. "Oh? What's the situation?"

The reconnaissance team leader's words were unusual.

They wouldn't shoot without a target; typically, unless they had some degree of certainty, they wouldn't report speculative intelligence to their superiors.

The reconnaissance team leader said, "When we approached the edge of Mist Valley, as the concentration of toxic miasma increased, I seemed to sense a peculiar energy."

It was this statement that made Qinglong slowly withdraw his hands from his pockets, his gaze becoming sharp.

"The Divine Source?"

Mist Valley, the place where the Divine Source was discovered.

If there were any unusual energy fluctuations, it was highly likely that thing had appeared.

The reconnaissance team leader quickly added, "I can't determine its nature, but something within my body seemed to produce an instinctive reaction. It was quite remarkable."

"I can't express it in words, and I didn't witness it with my own eyes."

But Qinglong understood clearly what it was.

The East Sea Region also possessed fragments of the Divine Source.

Those were ores imbued with the Divine Source's aura, originally gifted to Li Guangxiao by the Shengjing Region.

Before setting out, they had all been exposed to them to familiarize themselves with that energy signature.

Qinglong said in a deep voice, "Tell me, where did you sense it from?"

The reconnaissance team leader immediately approached and used military hand signals to indicate the direction to Qinglong.

"Two o'clock direction, approximately 7 kilometers."

Qinglong nodded. "I understand. Alright, you should quickly leave this area!"

The reconnaissance team departed from this place, their mission effectively complete.

They were also one of the few reconnaissance teams that managed to survive throughout this operation.

After waiting for them to leave, Qinglong immediately opened a private channel and contacted personnel from the East Sea Region.

Indeed, the reason he didn't contact the command center directly was because that way, the Jiangnan Region would also receive the intelligence.

Soon, Qinglong connected with intelligence personnel from the East Sea Region.

"I have approached Mist Valley and will proceed deep inside to search for the Divine Source's location."

"Currently, based on reconnaissance team reports, suspicious energy signatures have been located. I will proceed to investigate and confirm the situation before reporting to headquarters."

"Over!"

After completing his report, Qinglong walked at an unhurried pace toward that direction.

His footsteps were light, crunching softly on the snowy ground, appearing as if he were casually strolling through the snow, nothing particularly remarkable.

But as he walked, his attention remained at its highest level, not missing the slightest movement around him.

Before long, he arrived at the area mentioned by the reconnaissance team.

Sure enough, he also felt that soul-stirring sensation.

The equipment system of his combat suit picked up a special audio signal that transmitted into his ears.

It was a clear, melodious laughter like a children's nursery rhyme, as pure as the tinkling of silver bells.

Qinglong wiggled the five fingers of his right hand, each finger distinct like bamboo segments, knuckles clearly defined.

Then he reached behind his back and pulled out a broad-backed broadsword about one meter long from beneath his tactical backpack.

"Found it, have I?"

Qinglong narrowed his eyes slightly, a seemingly relaxed smile appearing at the corner of his mouth as he stepped deeper into the toxic miasma.

Visibility here was even lower, with visual range not exceeding three meters.

Moreover, the miasma had turned into a somewhat nauseating dark yellow, seeping through like leaking sulfur gas.

Following his intuition, Qinglong walked step by step toward that area.

Suddenly, light pierced through the miasma ahead.

His heavy military boots stepped through the fog, the toxic miasma dissipating before him to reveal a group of adorable little yellow sprites.

They stood no taller than his shins, like a group of bananas with hands and feet, holding hands in a circle while singing.

The moment he saw them, a pleased curve appeared at the corner of Qinglong's mouth.

"Source sprites! It really is you."

Qinglong wasn't in a hurry to collect them but instead turned his gaze toward the right direction.

At that very instant, a white light shot through the thick fog, arriving right before his eyes!

Qinglong didn't dodge or evade, simply sweeping his right hand casually from below.

The white light passed through the broadsword, directly split in half from the middle.

"What a coincidence, someone else has come too!"

Qinglong said with a smile.

The fog stirred as a superhuman wearing a white combat suit with a taiji emblem on his left chest slowly emerged.

His body displayed special powers, the left half glowing with white light while the right half emanated brown light.

Two powerful energies enveloped his entire body, and at this moment, he was fully prepared for battle at any time.

When he saw the taiji emblem, Qinglong already knew who stood before him.

"Among New Rohan's superhumans, only one is qualified to come to Mist Valley."

"If I'm not mistaken, you should be New Rohan's number one powerhouse, [Young Lad] Kim Hee-chul."

New Rohan had a small population, making it difficult to produce powerful individuals, thus intelligence was relatively easy to obtain.

Kim Hee-chul watched Qinglong cautiously, the superhuman abilities concentrated in his hands nearly materializing.

Compared to Qinglong, he was clearly more cautious.

"Who are you, sir?"

Hearing this, Qinglong smiled.

"Who I am isn't important. You can't defeat me, so you'd better leave this place quickly."

New Rohan was merely a lackey of the Colombian Navy.

This country was small and not strong, always acting like a fence-sitter.

For the East Sea Region, they could sometimes serve as helpers too.

More importantly, Qinglong currently wanted to collect those source sprites as quickly as possible.

If he fought with Kim Hee-chul, it might attract other enemies, which would be quite troublesome.

But Kim Hee-chul obviously wouldn't leave just like that.

He had also seen those source sprites, and his eyes were shining with excitement.

Since landing on the island, nearly a week had passed.

Almost everyone had become aware of these things' existence.

They were widely distributed; some believed they were part of the Divine Source itself.

Others thought they were symbiotic entities with the Divine Source.

But regardless, their capabilities were gradually becoming known to all - they could enhance superhumans' power!

Even for high-level Delta-ranked superhumans, their effects were quite significant.

The energy from a single source sprite was comparable to that of a deputy team leader-level superhuman with an 8000-point superhuman ability index!

New Rohan was a weak country with scarce resources.

Kim Hee-chul needed their power.

Even though he clearly knew that Qinglong before him might be very powerful, he couldn't retreat here.

Thinking this, Kim Hee-chul raised his hands into a combat stance.

[Twin God Power], representing two different types of superhuman abilities, surged and coiled violently around his body.

"The one who should leave is you!"

Author's Note