First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 298: Coffin Woman Offers a Blade, Elegant Massacre in Progress

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This sudden turn of events caught everyone except Great Han completely off guard.

Panic surged in their hearts.

They knew exactly what Great Han was about to do.

And Great Han’s people also knew what they themselves were about to do.

But these fools just had to open their mouths and fart out the most redundant line:

“You... what are you trying to do?!”

“What are we trying to do?”

“You’ll find out in a moment.”

A torrent of aura burst from Great Han’s camp, soaring skyward and changing the very weather. The terrifying pressure made everyone break out in sweat, fear creeping into their hearts.

But the worst part—

They couldn’t leave.

They could only slowly back away—

Eyes locked onto Great Han’s lineup.

Koushan Patrol Immortal, Dou Tingyu, Heaven Observer Realm First Layer.

Sword Grief of Snowy River, Zhao Jian, Heaven Observer Realm Second Layer.

Northern Wind Pierces, Qiu Fu, Heaven Observer Realm Second Layer.

And a squad of Earth Observer and Si Ming Realm Investigators accompanying Great Han.

At first, the other countries had thought Great Han’s luxurious lineup today was probably because of Lu Ding’s participation—

Such a prodigy needed close attention.

Or maybe there were other reasons.

In any case, it didn’t seem like a bad thing.

But now, considering the situation—

It was exactly the opposite.

This was clearly a setup! They had gotten wind of things in advance and came fully prepared to wipe them out in one swoop.

Even though the other nations had a combined six or seven Heaven Observer experts—

They had no confidence at all in surviving these three.

All they could do was run their mouths nonstop:

“Let’s calm down, all of you. There’s definitely been a misunderstanding. We can talk this out.”

Qiu Fu: “Misunderstanding? Talk it out? Who do you think you are? With your level, you don’t qualify to sit at the table and ‘talk’ with us.”

Zhao Jian: “All you can do now is accept the consequences of breaking the rules—take your punishment.”

Dou Tingyu: “Punishment means death!!!”

BOOM!!!

Battle erupted in the sky among Heaven Observer experts!!

If breaking the rules could be reasoned with—

Then rules would be meaningless.

Only rules enforced with iron-blooded brutality are worth following.

Because they understood—

Break Great Han’s rules, and there’s only one end: death!!

It had been a long time since Great Han cracked down on the other nations.

Now was the perfect chance to remind them of Great Han’s terrifying might!!

A sleeping dragon, if left too long with its eyes closed, would be doubted by the children outside—

They’d wonder if it had grown too old to move.

They’d question whether it still possessed the fury it once held.

They’d keep provoking it. Again and again—

Until the dragon finally opened its eyes, radiating ferocity, unleashing thunderous wrath.

Only after learning through tears and blood—

Would those little rats feel “relieved” enough to behave again.

In short—pure masochists!

Lu Ding turned to glance at the battle above.

Then looked back.

Quan Xingle was gasping heavily—

Not from exhaustion, but because the mental pressure was too great.

He knew.

Even if he somehow survived today—

He’d opened his mouth. His future would be hell.

He was already regretting what he said just a few moments ago.

But there’s no medicine for regret.

Lu Ding had never planned to let him live.

“Since you were so cooperative, I’ll let you die a little easier today.”

Upon hearing that—

Quan Xingle stiffly raised his head. “I can’t live...? But I just...”

Before he finished—flames surged upward.

The bronze pillar turned glowing red before his eyes!

Sizzling roast-flesh sounds mingled with his screams.

Lu Ding spread his arms:

“Maybe you misheard, or misunderstood. But I never said I’d let you go—never even hinted at it.”

“There’s only one outcome for you—death.”

Letting the enemy go—

Would never be one of Lu Ding’s options.

Quan Xingle’s screams could no longer form words. Pain had shattered all coherent emotion—

He could only scream, over and over.

His body carbonized in seconds.

All that remained was a charred husk, still tied to the bronze pillar.

“Your turn.”

Lu Ding spoke again.

The remaining Weigao Nation Cultivators of Qi, having witnessed the gruesome deaths of two teammates—

Didn’t dare draw any death-choice cards.

For all they knew, each one was some unheard-of torture technique.

What kind of freak cultivates specifically in torture magic anyway!!!

Great Han’s Cultivators of Qi were truly just like their instructors said—innately evil people!!

Lu Ding looked at their hesitation.

“Since you won’t choose, I’ll help you.”

He casually beckoned.

A smile curled on Lu Ding’s lips: “Congratulations.”

The card flipped over—

Revealing a scene of gale and blood rain.

At that moment, the entire world changed.

This time, Lu Ding didn’t trap them inside the spell.

Instead, he directly cast Blood Rain and Gale across the sky above.

The howling wind began to blow—like eerie weeping, laced with a chilling cold that pierced straight into the soul.

Everyone trembled.

That was a sign of soul instability.

Lu Ding raised his hand, grabbed them with Spiritual Qi, and threw them out of the Monster Room.

His body rapidly shrank.

Heaven Observer cultivators were battling in the sky—

Even though they likely couldn’t hit Lu Ding—

Heaven-Taking, Earth-Manifesting was just too large. What if a stray attack struck him?

Smaller size meant a smaller target.

And today’s fight had no clear end in sight.

So Lu Ding played it safe—

Saving his Spiritual Qi, so he could fight longer. And kill more!

Wind rose. Rain followed.

The prodigies of Weigao Nation, their souls destabilized from the gale, grew dazed and sluggish.

As blood-red rain poured down—

Look—

Their flesh melted like mud being washed off by rain.

Their Three Souls and Seven Spirits scattered, drifting with the blood wind into distant realms.

Their souls hadn’t completely vanished yet.

They saw a lone figure walking calmly through the blood rain and gale.

Unaffected by the winds. Unstained by the rain.

He raised a hand.

And stretched it forward.

A pale, graceful ghostly hand—

Offered a long, blood-red blade, and gently placed it into Lu Ding’s palm.

Helping him close his grip softly.

The red hue spread like living tendons, forming a solid arm armor on his left.

Arm armor on the left. Blade in the right.

At that moment—

The full form of the Corpse-Shattering Taishui had fully taken shape.

The gale teased his hair.

While the other trainees remained inside the Monster Room, unaware of what was happening outside—

Lu Ding had already begun his charge—

Ripping open the curtain of death, charging straight into the ranks of the foreign Cultivators of Qi.

Above, the drifting souls of Weigao Nation’s prodigies, suspended in the gale—

Would become the first batch of loyal spectators in Lu Ding’s elegant slaughter performance.

They were the first—

But they would absolutely not be the last!