First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 158: Scarier Than a Spell Corpse—Now Unleash That Move You Just Used

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"Isn’t it supposed to be: first go in and scout the area, then get the lay of the land, and finally make your move?"

That’s how they used to do things—procedure, process, ingrained thinking.

Bai Hemen didn’t get it: “Why walk if you can fly?”

Ren Tong: That... actually makes sense.

“Didn’t you just point over there? So that’s the spot, right?”

Ren Tong: Yeah... that makes sense too.

“Shortest distance between two points is a straight line, isn’t it? Lu Ding blasts forward, we walk there. Fast and safe.”

Ren Tong: That... also f***ing makes sense.

“Once we're there, just fight. If we can win, we fight. If we can’t, we run. There’s no civilians around anyway.”

Ren Tong said nothing.

Yeah, that’s accurate—but damn, it was just so straightforward.

He couldn’t quite adjust.

Felt like watching a digital screen full of coordinates—tap a spot, missile launches, boom, mission done.

Everything happened so fast it was like it never even happened.

Unreal.

They used to talk about tactical maneuvering—now what tactics? Just blow it up.

That one sentence—no civilians present—completely unleashed Lu Ding.

“I’m not waiting for you anymore. You’re so slow. At this rate, we’ll see him coming back before we even get there.”

Bai Hemen said that and immediately sped up, rushing toward the sounds of increasingly distant explosions.

Ren Tong froze. Was he just... looked down on?

Sure, Lu Ding can fly—can’t expect to outrun him. But you? I can definitely outrun you, right?

No way you can fly.

The thought had barely formed—

Bai Hemen turned into a ghostly light, skimming just above the ground.

Station Chief Ren: .......

Never mind then.

Guess I’ll just follow the trail of destruction Lu Ding left behind.

Up ahead.

Lu Ding was blasting his way forward, momentum fierce and overwhelming.

Graves blocked the path, cold air surged everywhere—grass and trees froze solid, ground turned to permafrost.

No need to explore or analyze anything, no need to confirm if this was the so-called Corpse King’s tomb.

Raise a hand, pull back a punch, spinal apertures opened, aura blazing bright.

From a hundred meters up, Lu Ding gathered strength in both fists.

Then slammed down.

BOOM!!!!

Under the terrifying force and spiritual energy, the earth exploded, frost-crusted dirt shattered inch by inch.

Grave mounds flipped, mountain rock cracked open.

A hideous frost-covered face stared up at Lu Ding from beneath the ruptured ground.

A twisted grin spread across its face.

Its lips moved soundlessly, but sharp ice spikes pierced through the cracks, extending up to the surface, forming pillars of ice that shot skyward.

Lu Ding flipped and leapt back into the sky.

From beneath the crevice, a cold wind blew, carrying a shrill, wailing voice—

“What year is it tonight~”

“You’re seriously singing right now?”

At that point, Lu Ding was almost certain—this thing was a spell corpse.

Vicious to the core, and capable of casting spells.

He dove from the sky again, like a cannonball, smashing straight into the ground.

BOOM!!!

With that impact, several hundred meters of earth cracked like panels and tiles, lifted from the ground by sheer force.

The true form of the spell corpse was revealed.

Clad in tattered armor, bare from the waist down, it raised a hand and condensed ice into a dome to block the sunlight.

“Disturbing my slumber, you da—”

It hadn’t even finished saying “damn.”

The chunks of raised earth shattered instantly.

Lu Ding’s fist, veined with black-red patterns, broke through more than just the rock—it smashed right into its face.

CRACK.

A fracture split the spell corpse’s face.

The massive impact sent it tumbling. It swung a skinny leg at Lu Ding, the purple claws on its foot aiming straight for his temple.

Lu Ding raised his arm to block.

The spell corpse was sent flying.

Lu Ding turned to glance at the spot on his arm where he’d blocked—smoke was sizzling from it, and his clothes had been completely corroded.

But his skin? Not a scratch.

The spell corpse stumbled and tumbled away, its ice dome shattered—sunlight blasted through, melting its flesh inch by inch.

It stood up without flinching.

Twisted its mangled neck back into place, face blank, tongue red and sharp, licking its cracked lips.

“You really don’t like to talk, huh.”

As he spoke, the tongue gathered white particles, firing a beam of light straight at Lu Ding.

Lu Ding didn’t move—just tilted his head slightly.

The light beam pierced a thousand meters into the distance. A massive explosion followed, smoke towering a hundred meters into the air.

The fact that he could dodge that—

The spell corpse’s eyes showed a flash of shock.

But then it tilted its head and looked at Lu Ding. In his eyes, it saw... excitement?

It couldn’t understand: “You seem... excited?”

“Of course I’m excited! That move you just used—I freaking love it!!”

That ranged attack, no pre-cast delay, huge power.

If Lu Ding weren’t used to doing this kind of thing himself—and therefore always on guard—

He might not have dodged that in time.

“You love my ability......”

For some reason, the spell corpse suddenly felt a chill down its spine.

Usually it was the one creeping others out.

But today...

Something was off.

“Goodbye!!!”

It shouted—and dove straight into the ground. No way it was sticking around. It was outta here!!!

This guy sounded off—

More like a monster than it was.

Just as it burrowed down, the earth rumbled violently.

The temperature spiked instantly.

In a flash of shimmering light, a bronze palace burst from the ground.

At its center, a thick bronze pillar stood tall amid burning coals.

The spell corpse, which had just started tunneling, now found itself tied to that pillar,

struggling desperately.

“What the hell kind of spell is this!?”

Lu Ding floated over, eyes gleaming with analysis and curiosity.

So this was Corpse-Roasting Execution, huh?

As long as the area and target were locked, even if it tried to burrow away, it still got dragged back and tied up.

That kick earlier—Lu Ding had already gotten a good sense of how strong this thing was.

Not bad at all.

But now, that very same monster—

Was tied to a bronze post, completely helpless.

Feeling his intense gaze,

The spell corpse struggled harder and harder,

panic spreading in its mind.

It saw something in this man’s eyes—something you rarely see in humans.

The look a predator gives when it’s not even hungry yet—just toying with its prey.

That used to be its favorite expression.

It always looked like that while torturing Cultivators of Qi.

But today, roles were reversed.

It had become the prey.

“Let’s talk. We can talk this out. I mean, I used to be human too, right? If you let me go, I’ll repay you—”

Lu Ding’s smile widened.

“Repay me? Then unleash that move you just used—that’ll be your best thank-you!!”

He raised his hand and formed a spell seal. Wind fanned the flames—inch by inch, the bronze pillar turned red-hot.

The unpleasant sound of sizzling flesh rang out.

Like juicy meat slices falling onto a scalding grill.

“AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!”