First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 294: Guess How Many of Your Prodigies Will Survive This Year [3/6]

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“Like Nuomin, Huangfu Lingyun, Shangguan Qing, Bai...”

Du Huiyan was originally going to include Bai Hemen’s name.

But... Bai Hemen’s record was terrifying too.

So she corrected herself, “Only those people are our targets.”

“As long as Lu Ding is occupied, a few hundred lives in exchange for heavy losses among Great Han’s prodigies—that’s our true goal.”

People who always want to gain the upper hand often don’t end up well.

Gravel for gravel, jade for jade.

They knew exactly how much they were worth.

But if they could inflict massive casualties among this generation of Great Han’s top talents, that alone would hurt the Great Han deeply.

Lu Ding was indeed frighteningly strong.

But if he was the only overwhelmingly powerful one of his generation, he’d be a lone towering tree—doomed to bear the brunt of the storm.

Du Dong, having listened, asked, “So what do you want?”

Quan Xingle replied, “You can’t afford what we want. So the question isn’t what we want, but what you have.”

“Think it over. When we come out, General Du, we hope you can give us a satisfying answer.”

Soon after,

As everyone had arrived,

A voice shouted, “Open the pit!!”

Rumble rumble rumble...

The earth trembled, and the golden dome slowly rose.

It had been a tradition for years, so there were no fancy ceremonies or bureaucratic nonsense.

Just straight-up action!

Then another voice rang out: “Enter!!!”

All the young elites participating in the Monster Room trial jumped into the pit together.

Until most of the others had already gone down,

Lu Ding slowly stood up.

Behind him, the trainees from the Great Han training base moved in perfect sync, rising with him.

Every single one clad in black uniforms, bearing the 749 shoulder insignia.

Their aura was iron-blooded and killing intent radiated.

They leapt down into the pit together, landing steadily.

Then a final shout: “Seal!!!”

The golden dome came down once again.

This was still just the prep phase—everyone had simply entered the Monster Room.

On level ground,

Lu Ding led a group of elite 749 trainees, their backs to the outsiders watching the Monster Room, soaking in the eyes of the world on them.

A reckless grin spread across his lips.

The eerie atmosphere peaked in that moment.

“What... what are these Great Han prodigies trying to do?”

“Something’s wrong! Their condition isn’t right!!!”

A few startled voices couldn’t hold back anymore.

Looking down into the pit—

Black smoke billowed around Lu Ding.

The other Great Han prodigies began releasing their auras one after another.

Boom boom boom boom boom...

“Ninth-Layer Linghai! So many Ninth-Layer Linghai!!”

After the regular trainees showed off,

Huangfu Lingyun, Nuomin, and the others released their own power.

“Divine Palace!!”

“Why are there so many Divine Palace cultivators!!”

BOOM!!!

When Bai Hemen unleashed his Divine Palace Third Layer aura, every single person from the other countries panicked!

Of course,

They weren’t panicking over Bai Hemen’s realm.

It was the fact that Bai Hemen was already Divine Palace Third Layer—

Then what realm had the even more terrifying Lu Ding reached?

That thought hit everyone at once—then snapped them out of it just as fast.

Looking back into the pit, amidst the thick black smoke, Lu Ding turned his head—his eyes glowing crimson through the dark mist.

Not just terrifying—utterly monstrous.

Behind him, this year’s 749 prodigies copied him exactly, all turning their heads at the same time.

Their eyes glowed with various murderous lights.

The swirling black smoke made the scene downright chilling.

Silent.

Yet it was as if they could hear Lu Ding whispering:

“Guess...”

The entire group of 749 prodigies followed in unison with the next line:

“How many of your so-called prodigies will survive... this year?”

If they’d revealed their realms earlier, those Si Ming and Earth Observer cultivators from other countries might’ve just been shaken and strategizing how to respond.

But now... the gate... was shut.

Listen.

“I’m not doing this! I’m out!!!”

“Let me out!!! I’m not doing this!!! Let me out!!!”

“I’m just a Seventh-Layer Linghai, this fight isn’t for me! Let me out!!!”

“I want to go home, I don’t care about glory anymore! Let me out! Please, just let me out!!”

One by one, those with weak resolve began to crack.

Even though they’d mentally prepared for this, knowing they were walking in to die—to tie up Lu Ding and give others the chance to hunt Great Han’s prodigies...

But looking now—those Great Han prodigies were a whole damn squad of Divine Palace cultivators, with a clean sweep of Ninth-Layer Linghai behind them.

Fight?

Fight what?!

Dying like this would just be dying for nothing.

Totally not worth it.

Like they could hold off Lu Ding while the rest took care of those Great Han monsters.

Who wants to play this game anymore?!

But once the golden dome was sealed...

Getting in was easy.

Getting out...

Harder than reaching the heavens.

And if anyone was having the worst time right now, it was the Weigao Nation prodigies.

Originally, they planned to pop some pills, break through to Divine Palace, and start hunting down other Great Han prodigies.

Now Great Han rolled out a whole team of Divine Palace cultivators.

Hunt?

Ha. Run. Forget hunting—surviving without being hunted would be a win.

Among Weigao’s prodigies, Quan Xingle cursed, “F***!!”

“The intel was wrong!!”

“Hey—you guys, stick to the original plan. Stall Lu Ding!”

Quan Xingle barked orders to the prodigies from Zhupo, Zhenla, and other nations.

Just then,

On the golden dome above the Monster Room, a five-minute countdown lit up.

All the prodigies from other countries—except Great Han—bolted toward the skyscraper.

Five minutes later, Great Han’s ‘hungry ghosts’ would be unleashed for real!

Outside.

Seeing the countdown begin,

Several high-ranking officials from the other countries stood up, expressions grim, and shouted toward Great Han’s leaders:

“We request a temporary—”

Before they could finish,

A young woman among Great Han’s leadership raised her hand like a gun, red lips parting to say: “Bang.”

A wave of invisible killing intent exploded forward, blasting open the chest of the speaker—blood sprayed, and through the gap, his still-beating heart was visible.

“Next.”

“You—!”

Someone else began to speak—

One of Great Han’s officials was playing with a finger-length blade on the table, flicking it in and out of its sheath.

The second person was sliced in half.

The man said calmly, “Next.”

Alright then.

No one dared speak anymore.

At that moment, Great Han’s hardline stance carried a strange, ominous scent in the air.

Inside the pit.

Among the 200+ Zhenla prodigy cultivators left behind as cannon fodder, one of them stepped forward.

He glanced at the sky—the countdown was almost at zero.

He shouted, “Lu Ding!!! I heard you’re the strongest prodigy of the Great Han this year—dare you—”

But before he could finish,

He saw that the other Great Han prodigies had all calmly stepped away from Lu Ding, making space.

They were ready—waiting for the countdown to hit zero—so they could charge into the Monster Room and unleash hell.

In the end, only Lu Ding remained in the center, facing over 200 foreign cultivators alone.