First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!
Chapter 87: Lu Ding Buffed to the Max, Charging Up for a Devastating Strike on Shigandang

On the Way

Feeling the growing intensity of battle ahead, Bai Hemen, concealed with his stealth technique, looked up at the sky.

There, he saw Lu Ding flying while continuously casting General’s Armor Technique on himself. At the same time, he was relentlessly compressing and gathering the spiritual energy within his body.

That immense surge of energy sent chills down Bai Hemen’s spine.

A question arose in his mind—just how much spiritual energy could Lu Ding’s Linghai store!?

As Lu Ding kept repeating this process, an overwhelming, ominous aura began to spread, growing stronger by the second. Bai Hemen felt his hair stand on end.

Unable to hold back his curiosity, he asked, “What are you doing?”

Lu Ding’s lips curled into a smirk.

“What am I doing? I’m holding it in… for one big blast.”

The lingering aftershocks of the battle continued without pause, a sign that the clash between the monster and the powerhouse from 749 Bureau had reached a stalemate.

This, in turn, confirmed one thing—the difference in strength between them wasn’t huge.

Neither side had the power to take the other down in a short period.

In such a deadlock, endurance mattered. Backup mattered. And this was Yunhai—749 Bureau’s territory.

Between the monster and 749, it was obvious whose reinforcements would arrive first.

The moment more 749 powerhouses showed up, there would only be one outcome for the monster.

Death!!!

But Lu Ding wasn’t satisfied with that.

A monster this strong would undoubtedly drop something good upon its death.

That meant he had to be the first to break the stalemate—before 749’s reinforcements arrived.

Thinking about it was easy. Doing it? Not so much.

The fighters involved were all at the Si Ming Realm.

No matter how strong Lu Ding was, at most, he could only take down weaker enemies at the Divine Palace Realm—and that was in a one-on-one fight.

But this wasn’t a duel.

He had time to prepare.

He had someone drawing fire away from him.

Since that was the case, he decided to use the most traditional pre-casting charge-up method.

Max Buffing

Looking through his abilities, he considered which one had the highest offensive potential.

It wasn’t the Serpent Devour Great Maw or the Dark Death Black Coffin Art he had just obtained tonight.

It wasn’t even the Wind-Fixing Art combined with the Blood Rain Technique, forming Gale of Blood and Gore.

No—his most powerful move was the simplest, most direct one.

Path of Jinche.

Unlike other flashy techniques with elaborate descriptions, when Lu Ding acquired Path of Jinche, it came with only four words:

“Nothing is unslayable.”

It also scaled with quantity and quality.

Simple. Straightforward. But with limitless potential.

Pairing it with General’s Armor Technique to enhance his overall combat power, Lu Ding had been charging up from the moment he started.

Channeling all of his spiritual energy into Path of Jinche, he continuously pushed his limits.

At the same time, Oneness with Formlessness—which had been active the whole time—kept triggering Oneness with Heaven and Man, further raising his upper threshold.

With each cycle of compression, Lu Ding felt a deeper, clearer understanding of Path of Jinche.

The foundation set by Path of Jinche.

The reinforcement from General’s Armor Technique.

The heightened ceiling from Oneness with Heaven and Man.

All buffs stacked to the max.

And if that still wasn’t enough to break the stalemate?

No problem.

He’d just run.

What else could he do?

No way was he sticking around to get beaten to death.

Retreating wasn’t cowardice—it was knowing when to fold.

A surge of violent energy could no longer be contained.

The terrifying aura spilled out.

Bai Hemen, sensing the destructive force brewing inside Lu Ding, sped ahead to clear the way.

His heart pounded with anticipation.

Just how powerful was this attack going to be?

Battlefield—Center Stage

The battlefield was in ruins, the aftermath of combat spreading for miles.

Collapsed buildings and shattered debris filled the landscape.

Looked like this area was due for demolition anyway.

Among the devastation, a figure crashed through the remains of a half-destroyed skyscraper.

BOOM.

With a deafening crash, the building came crumbling down.

From within the swirling dust and rubble, Shigandang rose to his feet.

Brushing off his shoulder, he released a formless shockwave, shattering the falling debris into even smaller pieces.

“If this is all you’ve got,” he said, “you won’t be able to hurt me. Or stop me.”

His body was no ordinary flesh and blood.

He was a stubborn stone, weathered by countless years of wind and rain.

Defense was his greatest strength.

Across from him, Li Xuanlong stared at him, eyes calm and steady.

“So, you’re planning to run?”

Shigandang shook his head.

“I know this is your territory.”

“I know I shouldn’t have come here causing trouble.”

“I also know your reinforcements will be here soon.”

“If I stay, I die.”

“But!!!”

Shigandang suddenly roared, stabbing a finger into his own chest.

“My heart… tells me that if I leave today, I will have betrayed the years my brother and I spent enduring the harsh mountain winds together!!!”

“I will have abandoned him again!!!”

“I can’t even avenge him!!!”

Li Xuanlong simply watched.

He wasn’t in a hurry to attack.

Go ahead.

Say whatever you want.

The longer Shigandang talked, the less likely he’d escape.

Reinforcements were already on the way.

Hell, this guy was even saving 749 some compensation money by stalling—less damage to the surrounding buildings.

If it were up to him, he’d be happy to resolve this whole thing with just words.

After all, Shigandang was practically unkillable.

His skin was too thick.

Nothing could break through it.

On the flip side, Shigandang couldn’t do much to him either.

“Hoo…”

Shigandang took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

“I was once a guardian deity, protecting ordinary people from evil, disasters, and monsters.”

“But I deserve to live for myself, too.”

“I just want justice for my brother. That’s all. Why… why won’t you give me that!?”

Hearing that, Li Xuanlong instantly discarded his previous thoughts.

He couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“Bullsh*t!!!”

National Essence Unleashed—No Wind-Up, Instant Strike

Without any build-up, Li Xuanlong raised his hand and unleashed a tirade.

“Justice? Justice, my ass! You were the one screaming about making us die with your brother—those were your exact words! Now you wanna take it back?”

“Oh, so what? Everyone dying for your brother is what you call justice?!”

“You wrecked all these buildings, cost 749 Bureau a fortune in damages, and now who the f* is giving us justice?!**”

“You say we refuse to give you justice—what do you want? Line us up one by one so you can slaughter us? That’s justice?!”

“And another thing—your brother failed his tribulation, not because anyone targeted him! Why the hell should your brother have a smooth path when every other cultivator has to struggle?!”

“Demons and monsters face tribulations when they ascend—it’s the law of heaven and earth, part of natural order. You want justice? Go ask the f***ing heavens why they made the rules this way.”

“This has nothing to do with us.”

Shigandang’s face turned red.

He had no comeback.

Because every single word Li Xuanlong said was the undeniable truth.

And nothing stings more than a truth that cuts deep.

His aura surged, his emotions on the verge of exploding.

But just as his power was about to erupt—

It stopped.

That same familiar sensation.

That same familiar presence.

It was just like when he had sensed the Serpent Demoness.

But this time, it wasn’t the presence of a predator—

It was the presence of someone from his past.

His eyes shot upward.

A shadow descended from the sky—a presence both familiar and strange.

Shigandang’s pupils shrank.

His enemy was right before him.

His aura exploded in full force.

“GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER’S LIFE!!!”

Li Xuanlong reacted instantly.

He channeled his Qi, his body glowing with a purple radiance.

A colossal divine phantom, gripping a sacred sword, rose from the ground—ready to strike.

Just as he was about to charge back into battle—

A shout rang out behind him.

“Mr. Li—MOVE!!!”

It was Bai Hemen.

The moment Li Xuanlong recognized his former student’s voice—

He dodged.

The next second.

A slash—charged up all the way—

UNLEASHED.

From Lu Ding’s hands, the devastating Slash Attack erupted.

The sheer recoil from the strike shoved his entire body backward.

The cutting force carried the full essence of "Nothing Is Unslayable.”

A razor-sharp aura saturated the battlefield, slicing through everything in its path.

For a moment—

Silence.

The sounds of distant battle, muffled by distance, were now barely audible.

Crack...

Crack, crack, crack...

BOOOOM...

The half-collapsed buildings in the area shuddered.

The eerie silence shattered as the structures crumbled further, the sound roaring through the battlefield.

When the dust settled—

The collapsed buildings revealed something shocking.

Their remains were sliced clean—like they had been cut with a god-tier blade.

Shigandang slowly lowered his head.

On his stone chest, a thin red line had begun to appear.