First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!

‘How... how did he catch up to me....’

That question surfaced in Yu Chen’s heart, growing larger and larger, shaking his understanding of the world.

It washed away his worldview built over centuries.

Shattered everything he thought he knew.

Could someone’s talent really be this terrifying?

Mastering everything, with no weakness, no flaws......

“I don’t believe it!!!!”

With a furious roar, Yu Chen spat reverse blood, his aura surging rapidly, soaring layer after layer from the Linghai Realm.

Lu Ding descended with a sudden drop.Both hands flung back, his palm apertures flared open, spraying violent Qi. With that extra burst of power, his speed spiked to another level.

Yu Chen, who had just twisted back his spine, was met with a heavy punch right to the face.

Crack!!!

Under that monstrous punch, his face caved in on impact.

And that was only the beginning.

One punch after another followed, a flurry like a storm.

Fists, feet, elbows, knees.

Bang bang bang bang bang.......

No matter how powerful he used to be, now he was just a failed soul clinging to a low-level cultivator’s body!!

And for that alone, Lu Ding didn’t fear him!!!

Bang!

Lu Ding slammed another punch, but this time, it was caught—by a bloodied, twisted hand.

Yu Chen’s cultivation had risen to the Si Ming Realm.

Gotta admit, he really had been a powerhouse at Heaven Observer Realm. Reaching Si Ming and already able to catch Lu Ding’s punch.

But his condition was pitiful.

There wasn’t a single patch of intact flesh on him. His face was a disaster zone.

Torn skin, exposed bone, fractures, dents, protrusions—

Even one of his eyeballs had been knocked out and was dangling from his face.

Yet still, he ranted.

“Heh heh heh... I used to be a Heaven Observer! You think attacks like yours can kill—ahhhhh!!!!”

A fresh scream tore out.

Lu Ding’s eyes had suddenly unleashed the Qi-Devouring Death Ray.

Two dark red beams burst from his eyes at point-blank range. Yu Chen didn’t even have time to react.

He hadn’t expected Lu Ding to have such bizarre abilities.

The red rays struck his eyes directly. Blood splattered, flesh evaporated in an instant.

Lu Ding violently shook off the hand grabbing him.

Both hands grabbed Yu Chen’s skull, pressing down hard as the Death Ray’s output intensified.

Sizzle sizzle—the sound echoed, mingling with Lu Ding’s crazed shout:

“Scream!!! Come on, scream again!!!!”

“You used to be a Heaven Observer? Then show me now, if you’ve got the guts hahahahahahaha!!!!”

Lu Ding’s grin twisted into madness.

You’re not Heaven Observer now—so right now, I’m beating the sht out of you!!

The dark red rays from his eyes thickened again. Just as they were about to drill through Yu Chen’s brain—

Suddenly, Buddhist chanting filled the air, golden lotuses bloomed in the sky.

A powerful force blasted apart Lu Ding’s hold on Yu Chen. He froze mid-air, unrecognizable—

But his face was eerily calm.

He raised his hand in the Orchid Mudra, and a Bodhisattva statue rose behind him.

He spoke in a voice like a lion’s roar.

His tongue bloomed with lotus petals.

“Heaven Observer Realm was once mine. That’s an undeniable fact. Without stepping into Heaven Observer, you’ll never know my terror. Now that the Bodhisattva image is complete, Lu Ding!! Are you ready to die!!?”

Lu Ding also hung in midair.

The dark red glow in his eyes faded, thin wisps of smoke trailing out.

He had just gone a little too hard.

And now Yu Chen was back to putting on a show.

Lu Ding smiled.

“Former Heaven Observer really is something. Even after all this, still not dead. Your life is tough enough. But do you know why I—known for my slashes—haven’t slashed you yet?”

He threw the question, and Yu Chen actually responded: “Why?”

“Because I’ve prepared a surprise for you.”

Lu Ding spread his arms. “Let’s see if you, the former Heaven Observer, can handle a current one.”

Since Elder Deng was already here, there was no way Lu Ding would let him come for nothing.

Beating Yu Chen was for venting. But now that things had escalated, if he jumped back in, he’d just be asking for trouble.

The plan was clear—I can beat you, but if you beat me, I’m calling backup.

Darkness surged at that moment.

The Buddha-lit sky dimmed in an instant.

Yu Chen instinctively looked up—and saw a thousand-meter shadow tower over everything.

In front of it, neither Yu Chen nor his Bodhisattva image looked like anything at all.

“If it weren’t for that Flower-Holding Mudra, I wouldn’t have even recognized you, my defeated opponent.”

“Deng Guofu！！！！！！”

Yu Chen’s composure snapped.

A thousand questions burned into fury, crushing his sanity!!!!

Why! Why!! WHY!!!

Why was Deng Guofu here?!

Why did he meet him back then, and why again now?!

“Why do you keep getting in my way again and again, why!!!”

Back then, it was Deng Guofu who had killed him.

At that time, Yu Chen was riding high, befriending elites across the land, thinking that as long as he avoided forbidden paths, the world was his oyster.

But when he tried to help the Sin Dragon surge from river to sea—Deng Guofu had cut him down right there.

That slash had left him wounded, taught him humility, and forced him to face the brutal reality.

And now it was Deng Guofu again.

And he didn’t even recognize him anymore.

He only remembered the Flower-Holding Mudra!!

Humiliation. Utter humiliation!

Yu Chen pointed skyward: “Deng Guofu!! I will—”

BANG!!!

Elder Deng slapped down, shattering both Yu Chen and his Bodhisattva image in one blow.

He added, “Defeated dogs don’t get to yap in front of me. Back then I gave you one slash to curb your arrogance. Today, I give you one palm to help you see reality.”

Lu Ding’s grin widened. He couldn’t hold it in anymore and threw in the finishing blow: “Hahahahaha you were trash back then, and you’re even worse now.”

The double whammy—physical and emotional—caused Yu Chen’s body to shatter midair. His soul desperately pulled his body back together—

Only to be shattered again.

And again.

And again.

After several rounds of destruction and recovery, Yu Chen’s wounds finally mended, like a final glow before death.

He still thought everything had been perfectly planned.

As long as the one who came today wasn’t a Heaven Observer!

As long as it wasn’t Deng Guofu!!

As long as..... as long as.......

His eyes, full of tangled emotions, turned upward. Cracks spread all over his skin. He spat out his last words, one word at a time: “Deng Guofu, f** your........”

BANG!!!

Lu Ding’s raised hand slashed out—blasting Yu Chen to pieces and killing the final word in his mouth before it could escape.

Time and again, Lu Ding had cut him off mid-sentence.

Even in death, Yu Chen died with regrets.

He had many regrets, sure.

But his biggest?

Not being able to curse his lifelong nemesis’s mother with his dying breath.