First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 154: Watch Closely How That Price-Hiking Confidence of Yours Disappears

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It happened so fast, no one could react.

No one expected him to suddenly strike.

The green-robed figure was lifted up—then slammed hard onto the ground.

Boom!!!

The floor tiles cracked apart.

Seeing her passed out among shattered stone and rubble, Lu Ding looked down coldly. “I already told you, if you said one more word, I’d make you just like him.”

“Xiaofei!!”

The old man shouted loudly.

All his years of experience, all his composure and age—all gone in that instant.

He only had this one granddaughter.

And now, seeing her beaten in front of him, Nie Huasheng couldn’t hold back any longer. His cultivation flared, pressure soared.

“Get out of my sight!!”

The old man channeled his Qi through both palms, green energy flowing, forming imagery of towering mountains, lush and verdant.

He struck.

Lu Ding raised his palm in response.

Boom!!!

Palm met palm—visible shockwaves rippled out.

Lu Ding raised an eyebrow, surprised. This old guy’s physical strength was impressive.

Among all the Cultivators of Qi he’d fought, this old man’s physical body was the toughest.

If Lu Ding hadn’t obtained the Heart-Pump Carnal Qi Method, and had only relied on his original Bear Strength, he might’ve actually lost in a brawl.

But now...

“Assaulting a 749 Investigator? Old man, you’re finished.”

Lu Ding powered up a second time.

Stepped forward.

The old man was forced back step by step, the stone beneath his feet shattering, his face flushed red.

“What a pity. You’re only in the Divine Palace Realm. If you were at the Si Ming Realm, with that body of yours, maybe you’d actually make me take a fight seriously!”

A suppressed breath was stuck in his chest.

Nie Huasheng couldn’t speak—afraid that exhaling would weaken the force holding his physical power together.

But he wanted to yell—

Only Divine Palace Realm? Aren’t you also Divine Palace Realm!!?

Just now, in that brief clash, Nie Huasheng had already sensed it—Lu Ding was also in the Divine Palace Realm.

He was deeply shocked.

His own cultivation method was highly specialized—meant to extend life. The longer he lived, the stronger he became.

It didn’t rely on natural lifespan. Instead, it grew physical power, talent, and cultivation over time.

He’d started training at thirty. Now he was seventy-five.

Forty-five years of cultivation to reach this strength—

Only to be dismissed in a single palm by a young man who looked no older than twenty!

Sure, the technique was slow by nature—it took time.

But he’d endured forty-five years! And then got crushed by someone in their twenties!

Nie Huasheng felt a surge of jealous rage.

His eyes bloodshot.

His aura shifted—from balanced and life-filled, to violent and corrupt, steeped in demonic intent.

Seeing this—

Lu Ding pulled his hand back.

Opened an acupoint along the Dragon Vein of his spine.

Boom!!!

Black-red halos flared. He drew back his fist, ready to strike!!!

Nie Huasheng saw this—and without thinking, instantly retreated.

Then—from the sky, a stone stele dropped.

BOOM!!!!

Massive characters engraved on it: Shi Gan Dang!!!

The crushing force slammed Nie Huasheng flat to the ground, unable to move. The demonic look in his eyes faded.

He looked up and, in utter disbelief, shouted: “Weren’t you about to punch me!!!?”

“I can’t cast spells while prepping a punch?”

Lu Ding shot back.

Nie Huasheng froze.

His face turned purple from the pressure.

His sense of logic shattered. He’d thought Lu Ding was winding up for a blow. The pressure was overwhelming—he didn’t dare take it head-on.

So he tried to dodge.

And then—

That punch never came. Instead, a stone stele came crashing down—

When did he even form the seal!?

Being defeated didn’t bother Nie Huasheng—at his age, he’d been beaten plenty.

But being defeated like this—

He was about to explode from anger.

Lost in confusion, he instinctively asked, “When did you form the hand seal?”

Bai Hemen answered for Lu Ding.

“Hand seal?”

“He never forms them. If he’s happy, he shouts it out and it comes. If he’s not, he just thinks it and it shows up.”

Now, Nie Huasheng finally understood—

He’d been played!!!

“Ahhhhh!!! You brat!! Do you dare let me up!?”

As he yelled, blood vessels in his eyes burst red.

He was about to descend into demonic transformation again.

But just as that began—

Lu Ding stepped up and stomped right on the exposed head under the stele.

Crushed those red-streaked eyes right out.

“Demonic transformation! Stomp! Blackening! Stomp! Get up! Stomp!”

One word, one stomp—

A few stomps later, the old man stopped shouting.

He looked pitiful, sure. But his vitality was still strong.

Lu Ding paused and looked down at the half-unconscious old man.

There we go. Now it feels right.

Just now, when the old guy started going into demon mode, Lu Ding was briefly surprised.

But only for a moment.

Then it hit him—

They always say going white makes you weaker, blackening makes you ten times stronger.

But there’s a condition.

You need pre-cast time.

If you need to charge up in front of Lu Ding, isn’t that just asking for a beatdown?

His spells had no charge time—instant cast.

As Nie Huasheng’s blood seeped into the ground,

the earth shook—and at the center of the funeral home, the thatched hut suddenly sprouted limbs and climbed out of the ground, leaving a pit behind.

Dark energy spread.

“Raaaaargh!!”

It let out a sky-shaking roar.

Lu Ding turned to Bai Hemen. “Let him watch.”

Bai Hemen stepped forward, crouched, and grabbed Nie Huasheng by the hair—forcing him to look at the Big Ghost in the Thatched Hut that had just crawled up.

“This is the confidence you used to hike the price, huh?”

Facing Bai Hemen’s words, Nie Huasheng gave a miserable smile.

“Cough... Arrogant brat. You’ll regret this. If only—”

SMACK!!

Bai Hemen slapped him across the face.

“I asked if that was your source of confidence. Just answer yes or no. Why are you talking so much crap.”

Nie Huasheng spat blood. “So what if it is?”

Bai Hemen’s face twisted into a wicked smile. “Then watch how your ‘confidence’ gets destroyed.”

He turned his head.

And saw Lu Ding’s black-red halos blazing.

As his acupoints opened—

Carnal Qi erupted like smoke into the heavens.

A deafening shockwave rolled out.

Lu Ding pulled back his fist.

The space around his body twisted like it was being pulled.

Drawing back the fist like a bow, releasing it like an arrow.

He punched.

BOOOOM!!!!

In broad daylight, it was even clearer to see—black-red Carnal Qi spiraled out, a Sin Dragon twisting through the sky. Gales howled across the land.

The black-red glow washed out all other colors, flickering like a glitched screen.

In a single flash—

The buildings shattered, the ground cracked open.

Chunks of stone and dirt, some meters wide, others tens of meters, burst forth—

forming a nearly kilometer-long, hundred-meter-wide scar where the Sin Dragon had barreled through.

The Big Ghost in the Thatched Hut, which had just appeared and was roaring madly—

was instantly obliterated by the Sin Dragon.

Shattered into dust, blown across the sky.

Didn’t even have time to scream.

Gone.

The old man stared in a daze.

Lu Ding turned to look at him.

“Old man—half your confidence is gone.”