First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 238: Lick That Spit Off the Ground!

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On this side.

As the plane slowly descended, Lu Ding was deep in thought—was the East Asia Free-for-All really a “free-for-all”?

The level was way too low.

The strongest one was just Linghai Ninth Layer.

He looked at the counselor: “So the East Asia Free-for-All is actually everyone else ganging up on us?”

With this kind of power gap, if they didn’t team up to fight Great Han, the others wouldn’t even get to play.

The counselor looked completely puzzled: “Well, what else would it be?”

“So the two of us are basically going in for a slaughter?”

Counselor: “Yep! Exactly. What’s the problem?”

He thought Lu Ding was feeling pressured and patted him on the shoulder: “Don’t feel stressed, this is what they signed up for.”

“The basic rule is cat and mouse. We’re the cats. They can run, or they can fight back. No special rules.”

“Once it starts, just go in there and slash whoever you catch, kill whoever you grab.”

“They’re allowed to do the same to us.”

Straightforward and brutal.

Lu Ding had thought that since the stage got bigger, maybe there’d be some kind of challenge.

Turns out—it’s still the Baby Cup.

The only difference from the Three-District Trials is, this Baby Cup has looser limits. There might even be deaths.

Lu Ding shook his head: “No pressure. Just feels… a bit too easy.”

The plane came to a stop. The counselor stood up.

“This year it’s easy because of you two. In past years it was brutal. I mean, when you’re being swarmed, two fists can’t beat four hands—but at least we have an exit button.”

“We’ve had casualties, but acceptable ones.”

The counselor yanked the cabin door open: “Let’s go. Time to take you guys for a spin at Dragon Wall.”

After saying that, he reached over, grabbed the two Hetu fighter pilots, and tossed them out.

He pointed at the Hetu official who came to greet them and said: “I want their punishment reports today. Now take these two and get them the hll out of my sight.”

“Yes yes yes, sorry for the trouble, I’ll handle them seriously as soon as we’re back. You’ve worked hard, really, we won’t keep bothering you—goodbye, goodbye.”

The counselor’s attitude was so cold, they couldn’t even squeeze out a flattering word.

All they could do was plaster on a smile and take the pilots away.

As they left.

That Hetu air force officer stood on tiptoe and tried to sneak one more look at the new Great Han aircraft—he’d never seen one like it.

That little action

reminded the counselor of the old days in Great Han—when their cultivators weren’t united, when territories were split, and even their tech couldn’t keep up with global standards.

When comparing cultivators, Han had a voice. But compared to civilians, Han didn’t do so well.

During an international inspection, one of Han’s generals had once looked at a foreign aircraft the same way.

Back then, all around him were sneers and mocking laughter.

Among them, the Hetu people who’d cozied up to others.

Thinking of that, the counselor got mad. He wasn’t like those people—letting someone look, then smiling like a fool.

He just raised his hand and yelled: “What the f** you lookin’ at? Scram!”

The Hetu people left with their tails between their legs.

But their exit lit a fire inside the Hetu prodigies nearby.

Each one shot over a glare filled with anger.

But none of them dared say a word.

The surrounding Great Han cultivators had sharp ears and keen senses.

They were already gathered here waiting.

If anyone dared speak up now,

their participation spot might be gone in an instant.

So, it was all in their eyes—anger, defiance, but silent.

Glares instead of words.

Unwilling. Unyielding. But too afraid to speak.

In front of the plane, Lu Ding and Bai Hemen disembarked.

They could feel the burning stares coming from the side.

Bai Hemen glanced over and spoke up: “Want me to go teach them a lesson? What do you think—dead or crippled?”

“Forget it. Don’t let them ruin your mood.”

Up ahead, the counselor was chatting with He Tai.

Behind them, Bai Hemen was a little confused: “I remember back in Yunhai, didn’t anyone who looked at you get smacked?”

Lu Ding gave a helpless laugh: “What the hell are people saying about me out there.”

“I hit that guy because we already had beef, we fought, and then he gave me that resentful, defiant look—that’s why I hit him.”

“If I really hit people just for looking at me, wouldn’t I be some kind of supervillain?”

“Look at them.”

As he said this, Lu Ding and Bai Hemen both looked over at the Hetu group.

“In their eyes, besides anger, there’s arrogance, like they’re trapped in their own little world. Topped off with just a hint of muddled stupidity.”

“People like that—let them play among themselves.”

Bai Hemen couldn’t read the look in their eyes.

But if Lu Ding said so, then that’s how it was!

Lu Ding knew more.

He couldn’t be wrong.

After He Tai and the counselor finished talking, he walked over.

“Lu Ding, Bai Hemen—finally got to meet you in person today. I’ve been hearing your names nonstop lately.”

“Let me introduce myself—He Tai, one of the patrol captains here at Dragon Wall. I was a student of Brother Guangrong and Big Blackface back in the day.”

Big Blackface referred to the Chief Instructor. As for Guangrong—that was Counselor Wu Guangrong’s full name.

While he spoke, He Tai extended both hands.

Lu Ding noticed he wanted to shake both their hands at once and chuckled.

This guy was easy to get along with.

Straightforward, bold, and didn’t sweat the small stuff.

He reached out and gave him a shake: “Then I should call you Senior Brother.”

“Ey ey ey ey—listen to you! Ay ya, ay ya.”

He Tai grinned wide, head turned aside like he was brushing it off, but his ears were clearly tilted toward Lu Ding.

Lu Ding followed up without missing a beat: “Senior Brother.”

Bai Hemen echoed him.

He Tai burst into laughter.

“Hahahahaha—how can I accept this! Two monsters like you calling me Senior Brother—feels good, huh?”

He threw a wink at the counselor,

earning himself a kick to the butt.

“Get lost.”

“Hahahahaha, feels great! Let’s get to business first. Once it’s done, I promise to treat you two like royalty—good food, good drink, good smokes, good tea—count on it!”

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

He Tai warmly ushered the three forward.

Seeing his enthusiasm,

the Hetu prodigies couldn’t help comparing it to how cold He Tai had been when they arrived.

They quietly looked down on him in their hearts.

As Lu Ding walked past the crowd,

suddenly—“he, ptooey!”

Splat.

A glob of spit hit the ground.

Lu Ding stopped in his tracks and looked sideways.

That guy who’d just been glaring with challenge—now that Lu Ding met his gaze,

he didn’t dare hold it.

His eyes darted away, hiding deeper in the crowd. Classic ostrich move—head down, a** exposed.

Lu Ding turned around.

He walked right up to the crowd of Hetu prodigies.

And called out to the guy: “Lick it up.”

His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried immense pressure.

No obvious aura, but just standing there, he radiated menace.

Lu Ding stood on the steps, they were below. From high to low—in that moment, in the eyes of Hetu’s Xingbang prodigies,

his figure seemed to rise and rise—

until it blocked out the sky.

Black clouds pressed overhead. His face was obscured.

Only two dim red glows shimmered in the roiling darkness.

Those were Lu Ding’s eyes.