First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 228: Not Going. Until the Tree Falls, I Won’t Leave!

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Seeing him charge again, Lu Ding floated away with the wind—gone, gone.

Bai Hemen also turned into a black shadow and vanished.

“Stop right there!! You two, stop right there!!!”

The last shred of dignity in Huangfu Lingyun’s heart was ripped away by Lu Ding again.

He wished he could crawl into a hole and disappear, but at the same time, he was confused.

How did Lu Ding figure it out?

He was sure he acted it out perfectly.

He even used the Imperial Jade Seal to suppress his own aura, just to create a realistic “passed out” effect.

Kidding me? All this time, Lu Ding had either been fighting or on his way to a fight.

Even though you hid it well,

Lu Ding’s experience told him—no way that level of force would knock someone out.

That’s what you get from brawling nonstop.

Something a greenhouse flower like Huangfu Lingyun just wouldn’t get.

On the other side.

Song Chunfeng was in the middle of teaching, feeling oddly unsettled.

Like something was about to happen.

But no matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t pinpoint what it was.

Until his gaze unintentionally landed on Tantai Xianyue and Wen Ruchu.

The fact that both of them came from Yunhai 749 gave him a clue.

That’s it! Yunhai!

Lu Ding must be back!!

His heart thumped for no reason.

After what happened last time, even though the Head Instructor punished him, he had realized his mistake.

He shouldn’t have let preconceived notions get involved in the trainees’ grudges.

But.

He still wasn’t convinced.

Getting beaten by someone from a lower realm was too humiliating. It left him unable to lift his head for a long time.

Every night, in the dead of silence, he’d replay it in his mind—go over every detail of that fight!

If! If he had the chance again!

There’s no way he’d lose that badly again!

If it were one-on-one—forget Bai Hemen, not much of a threat.

The real focus was Lu Ding.

If it was a proper duel with Lu Ding, he absolutely, definitely wouldn’t lose.

He’d go in fully prepared, no nonsense, no stalling, just go in hard.

But life doesn’t have “ifs.”

Lu Ding wasn’t at the Advanced Training Facility anymore at that time.

Song Chunfeng could only wait—wait for him to come back and have a proper match.

Instead.

Lu Ding still hadn’t returned, but reports about him kept pouring in.

At first, it was: “With his combat power, this makes sense.”

Then later: “This doesn’t make sense.”

“Why’s his combat power improving so fast? Is he juicing?”

“You’re telling me he beat that guy too?”

Gradually, Song Chunfeng went numb.

Secretly hoping Lu Ding wouldn’t come back just yet.

Best-case scenario: wait until the trainees finished their coursework and were sent out for Scouting Winds, Slaying Dragons. Song Chunfeng had even planned to apply to go with them.

To protect the trainees.

And try to avoid Lu Ding altogether.

And then...

From the corner of his eye—

the last person he wanted to see appeared in his field of vision.

Right there outside the plaza: Lu Ding, Bai Hemen, and a group of trainees quietly waiting.

Earlier, they had barged in during break time.

Now they weren’t going in because class was still in session.

Song Chunfeng was still an instructor, and he and Lu Ding didn’t have a blood feud.

No need to make things awkward in front of so many people.

Besides, it wasn’t like they were in a rush.

One glance showed that every trainee who was still in the Advanced Training Facility was present.

Lu Ding just had to wait for class to end or break time to come around.

Putting their past conflict aside, Song Chunfeng had been here for years, training batch after batch of students.

He was practically a teacher.

He might have fallen short in molding character, but in terms of teaching—at least he was doing it.

That role deserved some respect.

People should have principles.

Maybe Song Chunfeng understood Lu Ding’s gesture—he turned back around and continued teaching like nothing had happened.

In the crowd behind Lu Ding, Huangfu Lingyun shoved his way to his side, fuming.

He lowered his voice and asked, “How did you know I was faking it!!”

As he spoke, he glanced around, checking if anyone overheard.

Desperately trying to salvage the last shreds of his dignity.

“Just muscle memory.”

Bai Hemen didn’t understand most of what was going on, but he understood that line.

He even tried to explain it to Huangfu Lingyun: “Once you’ve hit enough people, naturally you’ll...”

“I don’t need you to explain!! I understood it!!”

Huangfu Lingyun hadn’t expected he would miss such a detail.

Of course.

Real combat experience really did matter!

He was seriously lacking in that area. He definitely had to make up for it in the future.

Just thinking about how he and the others were still studying theory here in the facility, while Lu Ding had already taken several steps ahead—experiencing things they hadn’t even touched yet—

It made Huangfu Lingyun feel completely out of sorts!

He was a genius too. He could go out on missions too!

He...

“What are you yelling at me for?”

Bai Hemen blinked, then grabbed Huangfu Lingyun by the collar.

“I explain something and you yell at me?”

“Come on, you’re coming with me.”

“I don’t need your explanation, let go of me!!”

Huangfu Lingyun struggled—

and suddenly realized he couldn’t budge Bai Hemen’s hand at all.

Yeah, he knew Bai Hemen had also broken into the Divine Palace Realm.

But come on! He, Huangfu Lingyun, was about to break through too!

It’s one thing for Lu Ding to be a monster, but why was Bai Hemen turning into one too?

He had just gotten beat.

Right now, Huangfu’s fire was gone.

And this wasn’t like earlier.

Back then he was stuck on the tiger’s back and not thinking straight.

Now that Doctor Lu had knocked some sense into him, Huangfu Lingyun wasn’t so full of himself anymore.

He straight-up clung to the big tree next to the plaza.

“What are you doing—I’m not going!”

He knew he couldn’t beat Bai Hemen.

What was he gonna do—fake another KO?

No way was he going out there.

“You’re coming.”

Bai Hemen yanked on him, stretched him out straight.

Huangfu still clung to the tree: “Not going!! Not leaving unless the tree falls!!”

“Oh, so you’re not leaving, huh?”

Bai Hemen let go, then grabbed the tree itself—surging Qi and applying force.

The roots of the tree were yanked right out of the ground.

Huangfu Lingyun was still clinging on tight.

Bai Hemen carried both man and tree out together.

Seeing this,

Lu Ding sighed silently.

Simple kid. Real stubborn.

Soon, the sounds of fighting rang out from outside.

But it didn’t last long—

Bai Hemen came back, carrying the tree, and jammed it back into its original hole. Clapped the dust off his hands.

Lu Ding asked him, “Where’s Huangfu Lingyun?”

“He’s not feeling well. Went back to rest.”

No one believed that. Not Lu Ding, not anyone present.

Obviously, he just got his a** kicked again by Bai Hemen, right?

But everyone pretended not to notice.

Huangfu Lingyun might not be able to handle those two,

but against the rest of them?

In a place like this, where seniority was determined by who had the bigger fists—

don’t underestimate the third-ranking guy. He’s still your older brother.