First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 124: Dual Divine Palace Beatdown on Song Chunfeng – I’ve Been Duped by Lu Ding’s Two-Faced Act!

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“You fed it well for a few days and treated it like an ancestor, and now that it’s time to contribute, you really think you’re still the ancestor?”

“I don’t believe I can’t deal with you!”

He strode straight toward the passage guarding the cave entrance.

The instructor left behind sighed and looked around helplessly, turning his head side to side.

Truly exhausting.

“Being a counselor is seriously the worst job!”

In the end, he decided to stay behind.

Song Chunfeng couldn’t be allowed to die—and Lu Ding and Bai Hemen had to be protected even more.

With terrifying talent like that, to be blunt, just give them a few years to grow and they’d become walking nukes—strategic assets.

They needed serious protection.

As for Song Chunfeng?

If even Old Li, the Head Instructor, had to follow his own rules, what right did a regular instructor have to interfere in student fights?

You intervene in someone’s grudge, you’re provoking them first.

You provoke, you get hit. Who you gonna blame?

As long as he doesn’t die—it’s fine.

Time ticked by, and in the blink of an eye, half the night had passed.

The pool, now, was a world of contrasts.

As the saying goes: "Two blossoms on one branch, each with its own bloom."

On one side: pitch-black clouds rolling and churning, the Sin Dragon hidden within, half a claw exposed, a single scale shimmering with murderous intent.

On the other: gray fog and a shadowy mountain rising, a corpse peeking out, only the head visible—one eye, a vicious grin.

Suddenly, the Sin Dragon looked back. The clouds parted.

Look!!

Those golden vertical pupils locked onto you—are you scared yet?

In that instant, the Corpse King tilted its head. The shadowy mountain pulled back.

Listen!!

Footsteps thundered from far to near—dare you run?

Then suddenly, a voice roared, spiritual energy surged:

“Yin Domain Overlap—Corpse Ridge Mountain!!!”

Bai Hemen burst from the blood pool—no one had time to react.

His Divine Palace Realm cultivation was now clearly on full display.

Zero startup delay—he formed a hand seal and slammed it into the air.

Song Chunfeng, momentarily dazed, felt the ground tremble.

The next second—

the earth rose up, lifting him high into the sky.

Below, a tide of corpses surged forth, scaling cliffs and stone.

Under the dark clouds, the Sin Dragon poked out its head.

Clouds twisted, thunder rumbled.

The Sin Dragon stretched out its claw, gripping for his head.

Its chaotic pupils pierced into the soul, and it spoke with human tongue:

“The rules of the training ground… didn’t say instructors were exempt, did they?”

A fist burst out from the storm cloud—wind howled, lightning crackled.

BOOM!!!!

Song Chunfeng took a punch to the face. The force traveled from head to toe—the shadowy mountain shattered.

His whole body was sent flying downward.

Three seconds passed.

Song Chunfeng’s mind snapped back. Rage twisted his face.

Midair, he flipped his body and spat out a bloodied tooth:

“You dare attack an instructor!!??”

Bai Hemen’s hands formed Qi claws—he yanked upward with a cold laugh:

“Heh. Instructor?”

The earth boomed again.

A mountain rose from flat ground—its peak smashed straight into Song Chunfeng’s lower back, launching him skyward.

Only now did the pained Song Chunfeng finally see clearly.

There was no Sin Dragon in the sky—only Lu Ding, already in position, fists raised high above his head, ready to strike.

Just as Song Chunfeng was launched up in front of him,

Lu Ding brought his fists down with a roar—the wind howled, piercing and sharp.

BOOM!!!!

The massive impact exploded a white shockwave outward, rippling over a hundred meters.

The mountain beneath crumbled again—Song Chunfeng spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Pffft!!”

Lu Ding struck and spoke at the same time, descending with his blow, body following his voice:

“Attack? Instructor Song, per our training grounds’ rules, if provoked, the target is allowed to retaliate ‘freely.’”

“You not only interrupted my retaliation against Huangpu Lingyun, you also provoked me.”

“So now, it’s time for our ‘free retaliation’ segment.”

Bai Hemen surged with Qi, lifting his hand skyward.

“So, this isn’t an ambush. It’s reasonable! Legal! Compliant!”

Boulders the size of buildings surged upward with his gesture.

They collided with the falling Song Chunfeng—slamming him upward again.

At that moment, memories flashed through Song Chunfeng’s mind.

So these two had planned it all along—

The second they broke through to Divine Palace, they’d hit him first—no warning, no chance to dodge?!

D*mn it! He clearly had his chance earlier—he could’ve taught Lu Ding a lesson!

But he hadn’t seized it.

He got fooled—fooled by Lu Ding’s sudden face turn!!

You have this kind of power, and you still play strategy games? You conniving bastard!!

Thoughts churned in Song Chunfeng’s mind—

only to be shattered again by Lu Ding’s fists and kicks.

Each blow was heavy, ruthless.

Fists and feet hammered into him—his internal organs shifted, blood spurted from his mouth again and again.

He looked pitiful.

But Lu Ding knew—he was still a Si Ming Realm Second Layer.

He wasn’t dying that easily.

Boulders flying up from below kept catching Song Chunfeng’s body and launching him higher.

Lu Ding rained down fists and kicks, the impact shattering the rocks behind him into debris that filled the air.

And everyone knew—

taking hits while backed against a surface hurts way more than taking them in open air.

Right now, Song Chunfeng was being hit from both front and back—

wounds piling up on both sides.

He had no chance to fight back.

Bai Hemen’s Yin Domain overlap was suppressing him, Lu Ding’s physical body was overwhelming him,

Bai Hemen kept disrupting him,

and Lu Ding’s bone-crushing punches interrupted his Qi flow.

Right now, Song Chunfeng was nothing more than a fish on a chopping board—completely at their mercy.

But saying it is easy—doing it is not.

That kind of flawless coordination was just the foundation.

The real key was this:

Both Lu Ding and Bai Hemen possessed a level of combat power that most Divine Palace cultivators couldn’t even dream of.

Among them, Lu Ding, who played the role of main attacker, was giving a masterclass—

perfectly showcasing his control over timing, fluid transition of moves, and precision of impact in battle.

Relying entirely on his Oneness with Heaven and Man, he pulled off the holy trinity of combat:

fast, accurate, ruthless.

His power felt like a cheat—

but even if you gave those so-called prodigies a script to follow, step-by-step,

they still might not be able to replicate it.

In this moment, the brutal beauty of pure physical combat was being displayed to its fullest.

Some instructors who had a bit of friendship with Song Chunfeng finally couldn’t sit still.

Yeah, it’s embarrassing for an instructor to lose to a student—

but look at which students we’re talking about.

You think normal trainees could even compare to these two freaks?

“Enough, enough! They’re gonna kill him if you don’t stop!!!”

“You guys are technically within the rules, but two-on-one? That’s not fair!!”

“Stop! Lu Ding! Bai Hemen, stop now! Instructor Song can’t take it anymore!!”

No matter how loud they shouted,

Lu Ding and Bai Hemen’s tag-team never faltered—

they didn’t even acknowledge them.

Stop?

Either knock you out, or break your spirit.

Nothing less will make them stop.

Because once they stopped, Song Chunfeng would have time to fight back—

and an enraged Si Ming Realm cultivator was no joke.

A few of the instructors, afraid something serious might happen to Song Chunfeng,

were just about to rush in—when suddenly—

BOOM!!

A muffled shockwave rang out, buzzing in their skulls.

They turned their heads—

Lu Ting stood there, holding a pair of eight-sided, plum-blossom bright silver war hammers,

leveling one right at them.

“What!? You gonna move?”

“Si Ming beating on Divine Palace. Instructor picking a fight with a student.

He interrupted someone’s retaliation first, then provoked them—twice.

So what if it’s two-on-one?!”

His words weren’t eloquent—but they got the job done.

Lu Ding had the silver tongue—Lu Ting just needed to follow through.

When Lu Ding and Bai Hemen had suddenly launched their attack,

Lu Ting had immediately gone to grab his weapons.

He’d missed the earlier chance—he wasn’t missing this one.

Lu Ding and Bai Hemen were his recruits.

If Song Chunfeng could back Huangpu Lingyun, then why the hell couldn’t Lu Ting back his own people?

And not just him—

he’d even called in other instructor buddies he was tight with.

Behind him now stood rows of instructors,

armed with golden-spiked zao yang spears, plum blossom bright silver lances,

thousand-forged ghost-faced tower shields,

and shoulder-mounted Green Dragon Crescent Blades.

You still wanna break up the fight?

Then you’d better be ready to get smashed by all this gear.

At the training grounds, the rules for students and instructors weren’t that different.

The only real distinction was that instructors had two extra responsibilities:

protect the students’ lives, and teach them spell techniques and combat knowledge.

In the end-of-term assessment—

whoever’s students performed better, got bigger rewards from the training grounds.

And this year?

You didn’t even need to wait.

Lu Ting was about to make bank.

Up in the sky—

a figure crashed to the ground with a heavy thud.

It was Song Chunfeng.

Lu Ding and Bai Hemen landed right after.

Lu Ding bent slightly forward, looking down from above at Song Chunfeng,

who could barely open his eyes, half-conscious.

He spoke in a calm, almost gentle tone:

“Didn’t you love taking sides? Then get up—show me how you do it again.”