First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 101: Lu Ding Can Charge Up—But What If I Don’t Let Him?

“Hahahahahahahaha.....”

Inside Director Chu’s office, laughter echoed freely.

Looking at Lu Ding and Bai Xiaoxiao standing before him, he had never felt this good before.

Setting up a little scheme in secret, only for it to be discovered and watching others freak out over it—it was pure satisfaction.

Seeing that the two weren’t saying anything, Chu got up and grabbed them both by the arm.

“Come on, come on, let’s go watch the show.”

“Director Chu, this… isn’t quite appropriate, is it?”

Watching a fight was one thing, but being an honored guest was another. Sitting in the front row meant VIP seating, where all the big shots and the leadership from the three bureaus were.

It was like a top-tier university hosting a recruitment fair, offering a few prestigious government job placements.

A crowd of elite students would line up, meticulously prepared with polished resumes, certificates, and national competition trophies.

Then suddenly—

A freshman in slippers casually walks up and sits among the executives, not even the recruiters, the executives.

And one of them says—

“Oh him? He’s already in. He’s interning over the holidays, and after graduation, he’s automatically in.”

And the best part?

No one could say sh*t, because he was just that damn good.

Even if he weren’t, he was.

And why a freshman?

Simple. A year in the bureau versus a month—proportionally, it’s about the same.

And the prestigious government job?

That was 749.

Three-District Combat Trial Venue

Shangguan Qing walked in absentmindedly, her mind a chaotic mess of emotions.

The atmosphere in the arena grew hotter and hotter as more investigators arrived.

But no matter how much the numbers changed, their conversations never left one name—Lu Ding.

The investigators from Yunhai were proud to have Lu Ding as their colleague.

"Yeah, that’s right, Yunhai produces monsters like him."

Take Xue Ning, for example. He stood among the crowd, loudly recounting his past fight with Lu Ding, completely unashamed of his defeat.

"Defeated? So what? I lasted two moves. And honestly? Lu Ding was holding back on the first. The second? He wiped the floor with me."

Then there was Wen Ruchu.

He had long come to terms with reality, so when Lu Ding’s name came up, he barely even tried to hide his reaction.

After all, he had personally witnessed the fight against Shi Gandang that night.

And then—Yan Feifan arrived.

At that moment, across all of Yunhai—no, the entire Three-District Combat Trial event—who didn’t know he was Lu Ding’s number one fanboy?

From intern to full-fledged investigator, he had been carried all the way.

Aside from a few exceptions, he was present for every one of Lu Ding’s legendary moments.

As he moved through the crowd, Du Guang—the same guy who had bullied him back in the day and was still just an intern—saw him and greeted him with a big smile.

“Feifan bro!”

Yan Feifan didn’t even hold grudges.

He quickly blended into the group, chatting like old friends.

And then—someone saw the news on the official website.

“Holy sh*t, Lu Ding and Bai Xiaoxiao got a direct pass!!”

“A direct pass? That makes sense.”

“Yeah, of course they did. Having them fight us would just be bullying, hahaha.”

“Look, if anyone else got a direct pass, I’d be pissed—there’s no precedent for this. But for Lu Ding? Yeah, I get it. I saw that video of him fighting Shi Gandang. That one hit? Almost split the guy in half.”

“Right? Anyone who can demolish a monster on par with Si Ming deserves a direct pass.”

“Exactly! This is how it should be. Better to send them straight through—otherwise, if you run into them, that’s just bad luck. Even if you’re strong, you’re screwed. You’d lose points for nothing, and all you’d be able to do is surrender. Because fighting back? That just means getting your ass kicked.”

“Hahahahahaha, now that Bai Xiaoxiao and Lu Ding are out, everything’s down to pure skill. Get ready to feel the cruelty of Yaodu!”

With the news spreading like wildfire, the atmosphere changed instantly.

Especially among the top talents from the other two districts—one by one, their low energy transformed into fierce determination.

Lu Ding wasn’t competing?

Then it’s time to fight.

If Lu Ding’s out, then why the hell should anyone else be stronger than me?

Let’s throw down.

What, you think you can charge up and one-shot like him?

And then—someone shouted.

“Scholar’s Sleeve—it’s Lu Ding!”

The crowd froze.

Every single head turned toward the VIP seating area.

Behind Deputy Director Chu, a lone figure in a scholar’s robe with martial sleeves walked down the aisle—standing out like a sore thumb.

Everyone knew.

In Yunhai 749, only one person wore Scholar’s Sleeves.

Lu Ding.

Others had tried copying his outfit before, but they always got shut down with one line—

“You don’t have the skill for either knowledge or combat. Why the hell are you wearing that?”

“What, you think you’re Lu Ding? You think you’re a master of both?”

Tens of thousands of eyes locked onto him.

This was the respect he had earned with his own hands.

This was what it meant to make a name for yourself.

Imagine—

A once-loud, bustling gathering of tens of thousands falling silent the moment you arrive.

Thousands upon thousands of eyes locking onto you in unison.

And with just one nod after taking your seat, the atmosphere explodes back into full force—even more intense than before.

The satisfaction rose from his heart to his soul.

"In that case… I really wouldn’t feel right competing in the rookie tournament."

Lu Ding thought to himself.

He was the type who respected rules and etiquette. If you followed them, he’d show respect.

But if you deliberately went against him—

Then there were only two outcomes.

Either you’d be beaten to death—so thoroughly you couldn’t even piece yourself back together.

Or you’d be beaten into submission—completely, utterly convinced, just like Chen Xian last night.

On the VIP Platform—Qi Sword Sect’s Viewing Area

A middle-aged man turned slightly, speaking to the young man beside him.

“Our sect’s training resources have been declining again this year. Originally, I planned to have your Ninth Junior Brother, who has been cultivating for eight years, challenge Yunhai 749’s top three today.”

“Then, Lu Ding’s name started making waves. I feared your Ninth Junior Brother wouldn’t be able to handle him, so I spoke to your Sixth Junior Brother instead.”

“Then, when Lu Ding assisted Li Xuanlong in cutting down Shi Gandang, I switched again—this time to your Third Junior Brother.”

“Just now, I sensed that his cultivation is even stronger than the rumors say. Your Third Junior Brother might not be reliable either. You go—challenge him. Defeat him. As long as you defeat him, I’ll have the leverage to negotiate an increase in our sect’s resource quota.”

The middle-aged man had no other choice.

Even he found it laughable—switching one after another, over and over again.

But at this point, he had to throw away his pride.

Lu Ding had appeared out of nowhere, rising like the wind at an absurd speed.

Every time he made a plan, Lu Ding’s growth outpaced it.

But thankfully, he still had his strongest disciple to rely on.

Xu Zui—thirty-four years old. Over a decade of cultivation. Divine Palace Fourth Layer.

A man with solid talent, relentless discipline… but a bit of a lunatic.

People outside called him "Drunken Sword."

Partly because of his name.

Mostly because his thinking process was as wild as a drunkard’s.

Hearing his master’s words, Xu Zui nodded.

“Master, rest assured. If we schedule a formal duel and he charges up that technique—the one that nearly split Shi Gandang in half—I’d be as good as dead.”

“But right now?

“A sudden fight? There’s no way he’ll have time to charge up.”

“What’s his cultivation level?”

Qi Sword Sect Master: “Definitely below Divine Palace.”

“What’s my cultivation level?”

Qi Sword Sect Master: “Divine Palace Fourth Layer. Personally taught by me.”

“He may have the record of killing Liu Xingchuan, a Divine Palace First Layer cultivator, but that was a sneak attack. I am far stronger than Liu Xingchuan—by more than just a little.”

“If he’s below Divine Palace, even if he’s Linghai Ninth Layer, against me at Divine Palace Fourth Layer, this is...”

The two locked eyes—

And spoke in unison.

“An advantage for me!” ×2