First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 85: Group Fight to Contain the Serpent Demon, Gaining Serpent Devour Great Maw

It was like being terrified of cockroaches, catching a glimpse of a massive black-and-red one flying past out of the corner of your eye—

But you weren’t sure if it was real or just your imagination.

Then you turn your head—

And there, sitting on your sofa, is a cockroach as big as you, staring coldly at you and saying:

“You. Go cook me a couple of dishes. I’ve had too much cold food these past few days, and it’s upsetting my stomach.”

Who the hell could endure that?!

At this moment, in the eyes of the serpent demon woman, Lu Ding no longer looked human.

He was a massive, massive Flying Centipede, clicking his mandibles as he studied her, deciding the best spot on her head to start biting down!!

Lu Ding looked at the serpent demon.

His eyes lit up—so the ancients weren’t lying, she really was breathtaking.

Dianshizhai Pictorial recorded:

"In the Jiaozhi Mountains, there exists a rare serpent. Its head is like a beautiful woman’s, radiating a luster like polished jade. With crimson lips and emerald brows, it carries an enchanting grace. Its arms curve like snowy lotus roots…

Its lower half, however, is entirely serpentine, though its skin is only slightly slick. It is naturally seductive, capable of taming tigers. Yet those tigers, when they play too carelessly with it, often end up gravely wounded. The locals, unable to name it, simply call it the ‘Serpent Beauty’…”

Even the renowned writer Zhou Shuren (Lu Xun) wrote about these creatures in From Herb Garden to Sanwei Study.

When he was a child, Zhou Shuren wanted a Flying Centipede.

But young Lu Ding was more mature—he only wanted to see for himself just how beautiful a Serpent Demon truly was.

And now that he had seen the real thing—he had to admit, seeing was far more astonishing than hearing.

But this was a group fight.

And monsters—there’s no such thing as a good one.

He had just obtained the Dark Death Black Coffin Art, and Lu Ding was eager to see what it could do!

He raised his hand—Qi surged out, thick with the scent of decay.

“Dark Death Black Coffin, seal.”

Ripples spread through the air around the serpent demon, and six black coffin planks of varying sizes materialized.

With a dull thud, they locked together, forming a coffin of black, rotting wood.

Sealing her within.

The black coffin stood solemnly on the empty ground.

Darkness surged forth—

In the next instant, the coffin vanished.

The serpent demon collapsed to her knees, arms limp at her sides, head tilted toward the sky.

Her entire body was drenched in darkness—even her pupils had turned completely black.

Dead.

Utterly and completely dead.

【Contained Creature: Serpent Demon】

【Containment Reward: Serpent Devour Great Maw】

【Serpent Devour Great Maw: Unleash a Hell of Ten Thousand Snakes, consuming enemies with relentless gnawing.】

Lu Ding’s lips curled into a smile.

Another spell.

Group fights were great—so many rewards.

One fight, two techniques gained—instantly filling the gap in his arsenal.

Not that he really needed them.

Lu Ding just felt like he had grown bored of his old techniques.

Like clothes—new ones always felt better to wear.

Another fully mastered spell—just how many perfected techniques did he have?!

Wen Ruchu, still sitting on the ground, had this exact thought.

The eerie Slash Attack, the General’s Armor Technique, his supernatural flight, his terrifying physical strength, his Flying Bear Slaughtering Art…

One after another.

Could a human really train all of this?

Even if he had unparalleled talent, did he have unlimited energy?!

Suddenly, a terrifying thought emerged in Wen Ruchu’s mind.

What if—Lu Ding did nothing but train every single day?

No breaks. No rest. No distractions.

Just fighting people. Fighting monsters. Meditating.

If that were the case… then everything made sense.

Realizing this, Wen Ruchu’s emotions became complicated.

Even someone like Lu Ding worked this hard.

What right did he have to slack off?

“Hey, you two okay?”

A voice broke through his thoughts.

Wen Ruchu looked up.

The full moon shone above.

Before him stood Lu Ding, dressed in scholar-warrior sleeves—the man who had once torn his mouth apart.

But when Lu Ding stood before you—

If you were his enemy, his presence was an overwhelming tidal wave, ready to crush you.

But if you were his ally, his teammate, standing beside him—it was like standing at the peak of a mountain, gazing down upon all beneath you.

All pain in his body vanished.

Wen Ruchu stammered, “You… you’re talking to me?”

“Could be me too!!”

Yin Feng grinned, flipping himself up from the ground with a kip-up.

“Who else but you two?”

Lu Ding was speechless.

How had one fight made these two so dumb?

Wen Ruchu stood up.

He could hardly believe it—Lu Ding was actually speaking to him?

Didn’t they have a grudge?

“Fit and ready, easy and steady! Let’s keep going!”

Yin Feng chimed in.

Lu Ding nodded. Time was precious.

From within the building ahead, the sounds of battle echoed.

He leapt forward.

At that moment, Yan Feifan emerged from the darkness.

“Don’t overthink it. The only reason you and Lu Bro had conflict was because you love sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong and running your mouth.

“It’s not like you committed some unforgivable sin or crossed his bottom line—he’s not the kind of person to hold petty grudges.”

“Besides, I’ve barely ever heard Lu Bro call anyone smart. But he did say that about you before.”

Normally, Yan Feifan wasn’t at a level where he could say something like that to Wen Ruchu.

But at this moment—

Wen Ruchu listened seriously.

…

As they talked, fierce combat raged within the building ahead.

A man’s fists crackled with electricity—

As he punched forward, sharp electric zzt-zzt-zzt sounds echoed through the unfinished room.

A black figure retreated—

Leaping onto a windowsill.

It was a cat-like creature, about the size of a leopard.

Runes adorned its body, forming engravings of swords, spears, sabers, and halberds—all eighteen types of weaponry.

Its white head looked as if it had been sewn on afterward.

Licking its paw—which eerily resembled a tiger’s claw—the creature spoke in a human voice:

“You’ve got the power, but your accuracy’s off.”

“I was just about to f***ing get you—Song, do it!!!”

Outside the window behind the monster—where there should have been nothing but empty air—a figure suddenly dropped down at Zuo Qianqiu’s shout.

A spinning wind blade in his hand whirred like a circular saw, slicing straight for the back of the monster’s head.

“Finally got you this time!!!”

Zzt—zzt—zzt—

The harsh sound of cutting filled the air as sparks flew.

But instead of flesh, the blade met a shield.

It turned out that a shield-shaped engraving had vanished from the monster’s fur—revealing that it had manifested that very shield to block the attack.

The monster turned its head and sneered.

“Oh, so there was another one. You hid pretty well. Your aim’s decent too—but your strength’s just a bit lacking. Otherwise, I’d have lost my head there.”

“Heh, being cautious never hurts. My strength might be lacking, but his isn’t.”

“Eat my fist!!!”

Another ear-piercing crackle of electricity—

Having already tasted Zuo Qianqiu’s punches, the monster didn’t dare take this one lightly.

It twisted its body, dodging immediately.

But the expected electrified punch never landed.

Instead—

A whip kick struck its side, sending the monster flying horizontally, smashing through a wall before it tumbled into the air.

The force of the kick had also driven its neck forward—

Right into the whirling wind blade of the second attacker, slicing open a vicious, bleeding wound.

"Wasn't it supposed to be a punch?!!!"