First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 116: Three Seconds from Now, You’ll Be Lying There—Protect Your Vital Spots

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The two of them were a bit confused.

Then they saw him pulling at his stiff smile: “Don’t call too few—get everyone from earlier, and make sure you bring that Han-ge too.”

Too few, and Lu Ding wouldn’t have fun. Bai Hemen would also feel embarrassed. If they couldn’t recreate the same scene from the morning...

He thought to himself, Lu Ding might even laugh at him.

Bai Hemen’s arrogant remark made it hard for the two to hold back.

“What’s that supposed to mean? You couldn’t handle them earlier, and now you want more? That it?”

“You’re picking a fight, huh? Fine, you call yours, I’ll call mine.”

A proper brawl—agree on a spot, then whoever comes, comes.

Once people show up, it’s on.

Keep fighting until one side can’t go on or someone steps in to break it up.

“You’ll see him in just a second.”

Bai Hemen looked up at the sky as he said this.

As the message got passed along, the training facility soon echoed with the noise of approaching footsteps.

In truth, not many were coming to actually fight—most were just here to watch.

Someone called someone, and the crowd grew.

Gao Han and Zhu Yixuan led the group.

The two came out and saw that it was just Bai Hemen standing there.

Gao Han couldn’t help but ask: “It’s just you?”

A breeze blew past, lifting fallen leaves and dancing dust.

When it settled, it ruffled his clothes gently.

The view slowly shifted to the side.

Behind Bai Hemen’s handsome face—another, even more striking face appeared.

He calmly replied: “Now it’s two.”

Fingers white as scallions, slender like bamboo, fell onto his shoulder.

Lu Ding spoke: “Still got the suitcase with me. Let’s keep it quick.”

A wooden sign nearby swayed lightly in the breeze—it read the rules of the training grounds:

【No fatal injuries allowed between trainees—you’re all colleagues】

【Fighting is allowed, but no personal insults—trash talk doesn’t count】

【Provoking others freely is not forbidden, but the provoked may retaliate freely. Return kindness with kindness, resentment with resentment】

【The strong enjoy special treatment. The weak get only basic resources】

Bai Hemen nodded: “Cool, I’m good with all of that.”

Lu Ding stepped forward, his gaze sweeping the crowd, finally landing on Gao Han and Zhu Yixuan.

Both were from the Southeast Region.

One practiced Inviting Spirits with Fragrant Offerings, the other cultivated Borrowed Blade and Intent Returned.

As he looked at them, they looked back.

Judging from their earlier chatter, it was clear they didn’t take the other trainees seriously at all.

Quick battle, quick win?

Dragging a suitcase—what, was this a picnic?

Most geniuses loved showing off, whether intentionally or not.

A life without flexing was meaningless.

Like walking in silk robes at night—no one sees it, no one cares.

The 749 Bureau didn’t suppress talent.

The more impressive you were, the more resources they’d invest in you.

But there was a line—flexing didn’t mean you could run wild.

When one showoff met another, even more over-the-top showoff—

You could imagine the outcome.

Gao Han stepped forward: “You’re really something, huh? You—yeah, the one dragging the suitcase. Come on, one-on-one. Let’s see how quick you can win.”

Bai Hemen couldn’t help but smirk.

Helpless sarcasm slipped out of his mouth:

“Brilliant. He can even pick his opponent.”

Lu Ding let go of the suitcase handle.

They were all colleagues—he naturally wouldn’t go for fatal or crippling blows.

He pointed at a pile of fallen leaves in the corner.

In the calmest tone, he spoke the most jarring words:

“I’ll give you two warnings. First—three seconds from now, you’ll be lying right there.”

Everyone froze for a second.

This guy... the way he flexes is just refreshingly unique.

Then Lu Ding raised a second finger.

“Second—I’ll tell you when to block. Remember to protect your vital spots.”

Gao Han wanted to say something more—

But then Lu Ding said: “Block.”

Gao Han’s view suddenly went dark.

In an instant—he felt a black flash, and—

BOOM!

His whole body went whoosh, flying backward and crashing straight into the leaf pile.

Leaves exploded into the air, swirling around.

He didn’t get back up—not a single groan came out.

Most likely, he passed out on the spot.

Everyone looked at the heap of dry leaves.

Only one foot was sticking out—

The rest of his body was completely buried.

Lu Ding now stood where Gao Han had been moments ago.

He turned to look.

Zhu Yixuan instantly broke out in cold sweat.

At this moment, Lu Ding hadn’t released any aura.

Just standing there casually, and the pressure hit like a wall.

Fast!

Too fast!

They hadn’t even seen how Lu Ding moved.

They hadn’t blinked.

Their reflexes, their perception—none of it kept up.

It was like one moment he was there, the next—Gao Han was airborne.

Even so—

Zhu Yixuan still felt that if he didn’t draw his blade now,

He’d be betraying all his training.

The blade box on his back shifted.

Just as he reached for it—

Crack!

A hand clamped down on the box.

Zhu Yixuan was stunned—eyes wide with shock.

He was completely shaken.

This man—he’d just sealed the blade box with his bare hand.

This... what kind of monstrous physical strength was that?!

“Too limited. Still gotta crack the seam to draw the blade?

Come on, it’s the modern age—learn to enjoy how technology improves life.

Next time, get one that transforms.”

Lu Ding glanced at the blade box, old and weathered with time.

Then shifted tone:

“So—you want to go flying through the air like him too?”

He pointed at the other pile of leaves.

“If so, you’d better land there,

Otherwise you might fall on him and hurt him.”

Zhu Yixuan followed his finger to the pile.

The pressure washed over him.

He gave a sheepish smile:

“Haha... no need for all that. The blade’s been cooped up too long, I just wanted to crack it open, let it breathe a little.”

Forget fighting—he couldn’t even react.

It’s not like they were mortal enemies.

They’d all be training together anyway—

Backing down wasn’t shameful.

The awkwardness settled into silence.

The Borrowed Blade user—

Didn’t take payment, relied on fate and fortune, left behind cryptic words,

And when the time came—would reclaim the blade.

Fueled by the warmth of the mortal world, feeding the wild blades locked in the box.

Its sword aura, limitless in effect, capable of cutting all things—

But now Zhu Yixuan felt like his sword aura had just met its ancestor.

Not trembling in fear, but absolutely not daring to act rashly.

Otherwise—how could this man clamp the blade box with bare hands, and the aura inside didn’t even leak out to cut him?

On this side, Zhu Yixuan was still lost in confusion, stunned by how deflated his sword aura had become.

On the other side, Lu Ding looked to the crowd.

Today, he was here to back up Bai Hemen.

Lu Ding didn’t know what Bai Hemen had done.

And he didn’t need to.

One—he hadn’t broken any laws.

Two—he hadn’t committed murder or arson.

If not, Bai Hemen wouldn’t still be standing here.

As for the rest of the drama and details?

Today, Lu Ding was a trainee—not a patrol investigator.

He wasn’t here to play judge and jury.

If you all ganged up on him—

Then today, he’ll solo all of you.

“Who here joined in ganging up on him?!!”