First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 207: I Said Last Words, Not Wishes

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Bai Hemen pulled out a smile.

He had missed the incident with Bai Baoce before, and felt a bit regretful.

He didn’t get a chance to fight any of the Bai Family’s younger generation.

Now Lu Ding had even saved him one who couldn’t run away.

Such a nice guy.

He hooked his finger at Bai Baolian: “Come on up. I’m afraid if we fight down here, he might accidentally shock you to death.”

One sentence—no real harm, but full-on insult.

Bai Baolian looked toward Lu Ding.

He could crush me with one hand, but what makes you so arrogant!?

She leapt up, landing hard.

Bai Baolian made the first move.

The battle, instantly ignited.

Watching Bai Hemen and Bai Baolian going at it.

Then seeing Lu Ding abusing a Divine Palace Realm.

Wang Qingge was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

She couldn’t speak, so she could only fume silently.

Frantically waving her little wooden plaque.

【What about me? What about me!? Who do I fight!! Don’t forget me!! I haven’t fought yet!!】

【Look at me, stop for a second, just look at me, Lu Ding, look at me! Who do I fight!!】

After punching Cha Yuanzheng into the dirt again, Lu Ding turned to glance at Wang Qingge.

“You? Didn’t I already assign you earlier? So many people—fight whoever you want.”

Then, he felt that wasn’t clear enough.

After being around someone as single-minded as Bai Hemen for so long, he understood deeply—

With someone like that, if you don’t spell things out, there’s no telling what kind of mess they’ll cause.

And by then, people would still try to blame you for it.

Why not just explain things directly, without playing riddles?

Just speak plainly—is that so hard?

So, Lu Ding added, “If anyone comes up later, ask them first if they’re from the 749. Be careful not to get it wrong. You can’t hit people from the 749.”

【Oh okay fine】

Even without tone, the writing made it clear that Wang Qingge was a bit unhappy with this assignment.

But there was no helping it—no one else was around.

She turned toward the pile of unconscious Cultivators of Qi.

Raised her little wooden plaque.

If anyone so much as twitched or flinched, she’d whack them on the back of the head with it.

Down in the pit.

Cha Yuanzheng climbed up from the ground once again with great effort.

Half his body of ice was cracked all over, and his flame-covered side was reduced to a few flickers.

Lu Ding took a glance at Bai Hemen’s fight, seeing it had only just begun.

He looked back.

“So, this is your idea of fighting me to the death?”

“You dare kill someone from the Bai Family!!!”

Cha Yuanzheng punched over—Lu Ding caught it easily, then slowly twisted—crack crack crack crack...

“Let the past be the past. Say something new.”

Feeling like his arm was trapped in iron clamps.

Cha Yuanzheng swung his left arm next.

“The Bai Family won’t let you off!!!”

Lu Ding caught it again, twisting it till another crisp crack rang out.

“That’s a problem for later.”

“AHHHH!!!!”

Cha Yuanzheng roared—just as Lu Ding thought he was about to unleash some secret move...

The man suddenly headbutted him.

Makes perfect sense!

Both arms restrained—what else could he use?

BANG!!!

A clean headbutt, but Lu Ding barely felt a thing.

He even felt like laughing. A Divine Palace Realm fighter using a headbutt?

This was almost the martial version of the Uchiha suplex…

Then—

Still holding both of Cha Yuanzheng’s arms, Lu Ding slowly rose into the air.

And returned the headbutt!

THUMP!!!!

Same move.

But Lu Ding’s strike was at least ten times more powerful.

Just one blow sent Cha Yuanzheng’s head snapping backward, face caved in, blood flowing.

His eyes turned dazed on the spot.

Lu Ding followed up with a kick.

Cha Yuanzheng’s body was blasted away, leaving only his two arms in Lu Ding’s hands.

Just that one exchange—

The Fifth Layer of Si Ming Realm was now a lamb awaiting slaughter, a fish on the cutting board.

Lu Ding walked over.

Cha Yuanzheng was barely hanging on.

His ice-covered half had been shattered into a pitiful mess, and his fire-wrapped half was nothing but charred black.

Both shoulders, where arms had been, gushed blood.

And still, Cha Yuanzheng was trying to rise and keep fighting.

Lu Ding had seen stubborn types before.

But this was the hardest bone yet.

Got to admit—

As an opponent, that kind of willpower deserved Lu Ding’s respect.

Of course.

That respect didn’t mean letting him go—it meant giving him a clean death.

Lu Ding pressed down on his shoulder, stopping him from struggling.

Spoke calmly: “You’re allowed a final statement. So, anything you want to say?”

Cha Yuanzheng raised his head.

With severely damaged eyes, he could only make out a faint shape of Lu Ding.

“Can you let Miss Baolian go?”

Lu Ding sighed: “I let you say last words because I respected your will to fight without fear or surrender, even knowing you’d lose.”

“Not because I’m granting f***ing wishes.”

As he spoke, a slash burst forth from Lu Ding’s hand.

Moments later, Cha Yuanzheng vanished—leaving only a puddle of blood on the ground.

Respect goes both ways.

Lu Ding respected his will.

But what he said? That was a bit of an insult to Lu Ding’s intelligence.

If he'd said, I want a bowl of braised pig trotter rice, Lu Ding might’ve actually delivered it to his grave someday.

But letting a tiger back into the mountains?

Lu Ding wasn’t some wish-granting turtle in a well—you think way too much.

He leapt up out of the pit.

The fight between Bai Hemen and Bai Baolian was at full heat.

Lu Ding watched, silently evaluating.

Even though Bai Baolian’s defeat was already showing.

To last this long against Bai Hemen, when their realms weren’t that far apart, was something she could be proud of.

After all, Bai Hemen’s combat strength—

Was as real and hard-earned as Lu Ding’s. Not just empty reputation.

If not for Lu Ding being from Yunhai 749—

Then Bai Hemen would’ve stood at the top alone.

Crushing others by sheer gap.

Fighting above his realm was as easy as eating and drinking for him.

That eerie spiritual energy laced with corpse aura—who knows how many people’s nightmares it would become.

And he was dead set in his ways. If he said he’d kill you, he’d kill you, even if it meant risk.

That was probably the window God closed on him.

Lu Ding thought, If Yan Feifan were paired with Bai Hemen as his second…

Then...

They would truly be complementary.

But Lu Ding—he was more like the combination of both their strengths, pushed even further into monstrosity.

Thinking about it—

Lu Ding started feeling uneasy.

Why am I even evaluating myself like this!?

No, something’s off.

Nine times out of ten, it’s wrong.

He must’ve been influenced by what others were saying.

BOOM!!!

As he was thinking.

Bai Baolian came crashing down hard.

Her exposed skin and face were covered in hideous greenish patterns.