Chapter 988: Huge Force

Since ancient times, New Rohan, as a small nation, had always existed as an appendage to other countries.

Even in modern times, this situation had never changed.

However, every citizen of the Great New Rohan Republic carried a dream of becoming a major power in their hearts!

This could be seen from their country's name alone.

The only nation in the entire world that used the word "Great" in its official name.

As New Rohan's number one powerhouse, Kim Hee-chul possessed extreme nationalistic sentiments.

Before coming to Mist Valley this time, he had sworn an oath to everyone.

He would definitely seize the Divine Source and become an Epsilon-level powerhouse!

"As long as I reach Epsilon level, no one will dare ignore our existence anymore."

"By that time, New Rohan will no longer be a vassal of either Huaxu Kingdom or Columbus Ocean."

"The people of our nation will finally be able to proudly hold their heads high."

"The fate of New Rohan rests entirely on my shoulders, Kim Hee-chul!"

He wasn't acting blindly.

His superhuman ability index reached a staggering 9500 points—even in Hell's Lock, he would barely qualify for the lowest ranks.

With such strength, he believed he had the right to covet the Divine Source within Mist Valley.

As long as he didn't encounter the top experts from Huaxu Kingdom's two major regions, he definitely had the power to put up a fight.

Kim Hee-chul let out a furious roar.

"Tiger God Spirit!"

White light began to envelop his body.

A massive white tiger phantom materialized behind him, its roar deafening to the ears.

"Whoosh!"

Kim Hee-chul vanished from Qinglong's sight, his speed so fast it was dizzying to watch.

Qinglong's eyes began to show some seriousness.

He held his left hand suspended before him while gripping his broadsword with his right hand at his side.

"Tiger—Killing—Fist!"

A blinding white light shot toward Qinglong from his left side.

From his peripheral vision, Qinglong could only see blinding whiteness filling the space to his left, while a gigantic fierce tiger stared fixedly at him, opening its ferocious maw to pounce and kill!

Qinglong sensed an intense, murderous intent and instinctively swung his left fist to block.

A tremendous force crashed against his arm, producing a dull, resonant sound like a massive bell or drum.

Kim Hee-chul, hidden within the white tiger phantom, narrowed his pupils slightly.

His full-power strike had actually been blocked so effortlessly by his opponent.

Qinglong hadn't even shifted his footing by a single millimeter.

"Descendants of the Sun, White Tiger Frenzied Kill!"

Kim Hee-chul slightly retracted both fists, then launched a continuous assault of attacks that were nearly impossible for the naked eye to follow, all aimed at Qinglong.

Qinglong remained standing in place, his side facing Kim Hee-chul.

Facing Kim Hee-chul's furious onslaught, he did only one thing—his left hand remained blocking in front of him, swaying gently like a breeze brushing through willow branches.

Kim Hee-chul's speed was incredibly fast, while Qinglong's movements appeared somewhat slow by comparison.

But no matter how swift Kim Hee-chul's attacks were, his fists couldn't breach Qinglong's defense, all being blocked by Qinglong's single hand.

After unleashing several hundred consecutive punches, Kim Hee-chul was starting to break out in cold sweat!

"Bear God Power!"

He changed his combat style.

The white tiger phantom surrounding his body gradually dissipated, transforming instead into the shadow of a brown bear.

When he struck again, his arm collided directly with Qinglong's arm.

"Crack!"

The impact of their bones colliding actually produced a crisp, metallic ringing sound.

"Oh?"

Qinglong sensed the change in Kim Hee-chul.

His speed had decreased, but his power had significantly increased.

"A reinforcement-type superhuman, but possessing two different types of power, is that it?"

"Pretty strong."

Qinglong mentally assessed Kim Hee-chul.

However, he wasn't in any hurry to counterattack, instead keeping his broadsword in his right hand while using only his left hand for defense.

Yet that right-hand blade exerted immense pressure on Kim Hee-chul.

Kim Hee-chul's throat began to feel dry.

Because from beginning to end, Qinglong hadn't displayed any superhuman abilities whatsoever.

He seemed like an old farmer working the land, merely repeating simple farming motions.

Returning to simplicity and authenticity.

Only these four words could describe Qinglong at this moment.

"Just... who are you?"

After throwing several hundred punches, Kim Hee-chul finally exhausted his strength and retreated dozens of steps back.

His eyes fixed intently on Qinglong as he gravely voiced the suspicion in his heart.

"Chaos from the Jiangnan Region, or one of the Four Spirits from the East Sea Region?"

Qinglong silently watched him.

"Why is your hand trembling?"

He looked at Kim Hee-chul's right hand hidden behind his back and asked calmly.

Kim Hee-chul's expression turned ugly.

Even though he was the one launching the offensive, every one of his punches felt like they were striking heavy metal plates.

While Qinglong appeared completely unharmed, his own hand was probably already bruised and swollen.

"I don't want to make too much of a commotion."

Qinglong's tone was so casual it sounded like he was chatting with the air.

"If you leave this place now, I can pretend this never happened."

"You should understand," he glanced at Kim Hee-chul, "you're no match for me."

These words sent a chill down Kim Hee-chul's spine.

From start to finish, Qinglong had displayed a dismissive attitude toward him that bordered on disregard.

No, it couldn't even be considered dismissive.

Because dismissal first requires some level of attention.

But Qinglong treated him as if he were mere air.

This dealt a severe blow to Kim Hee-chul's fragile self-esteem.

Moreover, he didn't believe Qinglong's words at all.

Because if he fled now, Qinglong might attack him from behind.

In these times, few people adhered to martial virtue anymore.

Many preferred to deceive, to launch surprise attacks.

"Don't get too arrogant!"

Kim Hee-chul growled in a low voice: "I'm not the only one around here! Once this commotion grows loud enough, soon all the superhumans from our joint forces will come rushing over!"

"No matter how powerful you are, if we all swarm you at once, you might not be able to kill all of us!"

Qinglong sighed helplessly.

"Then what do you want to do?"

Kim Hee-chul's eyes glanced toward the source sprites not far away.

He gulped audibly, swallowing hard.

Then he extended two fingers toward Qinglong: "Two, I only want two! You can have the rest."

Qinglong let out a long sigh.

"In that case, there's no other way."

He flexed his arm, then raised it up.

Kim Hee-chul elevated his superhuman energy to its peak state.

"Come on, now it's your turn to attack!"

The next moment, Qinglong's left arm suddenly expanded.

In that brief instant, his body transformed into an extremely disproportionate form.

A human torso, but with an arm like a celestial pillar.

That arm tore through his combat suit, pierced through the thick toxic miasma, resembling Sun Wukong's ocean-calming pillar.

At a glance, it appeared to stretch hundreds of meters long!

Kim Hee-chul froze in stunned disbelief—he had never witnessed such a terrifying colossal object before?

"BOOM!"

The gigantic arm came crashing down like a collapsing celestial pillar.

The entire edge of Mist Valley echoed with terrifying, earthquake-like sounds as the ground directly split open into a massive, deep chasm.

Kim Hee-chul stood no chance of resistance, instantly being crushed into a bloody pulp.

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