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

Ying Gou walked forward from behind Lu Ding.

He pointed at the scar-faced man. “Were you just provoking me!?”

Earlier, they had feared being picked off one by one.

Now, face to face, Lu Ding stepped aside half a body length, letting Ying Gou handle it himself.

The man instinctively raised his hand to touch the scar on his face, as if it were a habit.

“Du does not kill namele—”

Before he could even finish his words, they were enough to ignite Ying Gou’s fury.

He, nameless?

He, nameless!?Boom!!!

Before the man could even finish speaking, the enraged Ying Gou stomped the corridor floorboards beneath him into splinters and blasted forward.

His speed was so fast

That the two men ahead couldn’t even react.

In midair, Ying Gou went all out, completing his transformation. The sharp conical tail on his spine even outpaced him, lancing straight through, shattering the protective artifact on the man’s body. With a crisp cracking sound came the tearing of flesh.

The scar-faced man was directly impaled and lifted.

Ying Gou’s clawed hands swung thousands of times in the blink of an eye, shredding the figure dangling on his tail inch by inch at lightning speed—like a thousand cuts, tearing him into a human stump.

Finally, a fist-sized pearl writhed on Ying Gou’s waist and abdomen, surging forth a ferocious ghostly head.

It opened its mouth and swallowed the scar-faced man still impaled on his tail in one gulp, followed by the sound of bone-grinding chewing that sent chills down the spine.

The scar-faced man’s companion beside him tried to act.

Lu Ding dragged his blade, chopping upward in an arc—one strike severed an arm, blood splattering. In an instant, he switched to a two-handed grip as the Serpent-Coiling and Flower-Folding Crescent Moon Blade changed trajectory in midair, slashing diagonally downward—one strike severed a leg.

“Ah!!!!!!”

A scream rang out.

The man, once over six feet tall, was instantly reduced to about five feet.

Lu Ding spun, twisted his waist, drove his leg forward, and swept. The kick caved in the man’s back, bulged out his chest, snapped bones piercing through his front flesh, and exposed pale white spurs of bone.

The man flew into Ying Gou.

He raised his arm, bent his elbow, bone blade meeting flesh.

Pfft.

The flying man was instantly impaled, hanging on Ying Gou’s elbow.

The ferocious ghostly head that had yet to withdraw from his waist and abdomen opened its mouth and spat out a skeleton covered in flesh buds, still dripping with sticky saliva.

Ying Gou asked him, “Am I a nameless nobody?”

At this moment, the man really wanted to say—that wasn’t me, it was him who said it.

But the chain of heavy blows landing on his body had already robbed him of his ability to speak. His lips twitched, blood flowing down, yet no sound came out.

Ying Gou exerted force through his elbow and jerked upward.

The sharp bone blade on his elbow instantly sliced open the man’s body, all the way through to his crown of the skull.

Thwack.

The corpse hit the ground, its shape looking like a blooming sausage that had been cut one slice short.

Ying Gou laughed wordlessly and looked at Lu Ding. “Heh... I’m a nameless nobody??? I’M A NAMELESS NOBODY!!?”

Then he pointed two fingers like a sword at the blooming sausage and skeleton on the ground. “It’s you ants, you monkeys who aren’t worthy of knowing my name!!!”

If Lu Ding hadn’t told him not to cause too much destruction and end up paying too much compensation,

Ying Gou would have gone all out with explosions, blasting even these bastards’ ancestral graves to hell.

And he ended up as a nameless nobody?

It really pissed Ying Gou off to no end.

This was the South—this was going to be his territory, damn it. If he didn’t make a name for himself, how would people in the South see him in the future? How would he unify the South!?

How would he meet Lu Ding at the peak?

Lu Ding’s reputation spread far and wide, his murderous aura fearsome—yet when it came to him, he was just a nameless nobody. To think he would be humiliated by monkeys like this, spouting nonsense right in his face.

Damn it!

Kill!

Kill them all, goddamn it!

Seeing Ying Gou’s chest heaving nonstop from anger—if Zhan Tingzhou were here, he would have suddenly understood. No wonder the guy would later be surrounded and beaten to death; his temper was way too explosive.

Lu Ding spoke. “If you want to grow into a great tree, don’t contend with grass. Just kill them and move on—no need to dwell on it. It’s just the yapping of a stray dog.”

With [Fear-Killing Asura] activated, Lu Ding too was full of slick talk.

Ying Gou shifted his gaze back to him. “If you want to grow into a great tree, don’t contend with grass??? Those scholar-warrior sleeves of yours really aren’t worn for nothing.”

He admitted he was envious again.

This kind of cultured stuff—

Well, he didn’t have much of it. He could recognize characters and read some classics, but when it came to speaking eloquently and philosophically, Ying Gou couldn’t do it.

Or rather, in this world where personal martial power came first, aside from the scholars who cultivated the path of Confucianism, most people didn’t delve deeply into study.

It was a bonus, not a necessity.

Like a man who’s very rich but average-looking, not ugly—that already made him incredibly handsome. If he also happened to be good-looking on top of that? Unstoppable!

Suddenly.

A voice rang out.

“You two, how about stopping here?”

A figure drifted down, landing within the interior space of Star-Plucking Tower.

It was that squinty-eyed young man, He Xiaoyi.

The moment he appeared,

Both Lu Ding and Ying Gou’s eyes instantly locked onto him.

One of them ate demons and monsters, offering up bones as sacrifices; the other killed demons and monsters, trading for spells and divine powers.

Now a Spirit Refinement realm demon beast incarnated as a human stood before them, and his aura was extraordinary.

Both Lu Ding and Ying Gou felt their hearts pounding.

Their thoughts aligned: “An unexpected bonus?”

In an instant, both of their gazes hardened. They struck out simultaneously, shouting in unison.

“I’ll take him!” x2!

A great swing of the blade, the tail spike leading the charge.

He Xiaoyi’s expression changed in an instant.

Wait...

I didn’t even say anything.

Why are you two so excited? Did I touch some taboo of yours?

Just now, when you two were beating those guys, you actually exchanged some words.

But when it comes to me, you just start directly!!!!?

He Xiaoyi didn’t dare take them lightly. He drew the soft sword at his waist, dodged and weaved aside, narrowly evading Lu Ding’s strike. The blade energy shot through, blasting a huge hole straight into Star-Plucking Tower.

Then Ying Gou’s tail spike stabbed toward him.

He Xiaoyi bounced and deflected Ying Gou’s tail spike.

In that instant, Lu Ding stepped on Ying Gou’s back and launched himself into the air, gripping his blade with both hands and raising it high. Black smoke dispersed, revealing a menacing shadow within, pressure maxed out—simple and unadorned, Mountain-Splitting Slash.

He Xiaoyi only felt death approaching.

He raised his hand, conjuring a golden wall in front of him to block. With a boom, the golden wall shattered, and He Xiaoyi used the time gap to dodge away.

The next second.

Lu Ding’s descending blade became a stepping stone for Ying Gou. He braced his hands on the back of Lu Ding’s blade, flipped over, and kicked off with both feet.

Boom!!!!

The move landed square on He Xiaoyi’s chest.

Ying Gou laughed maniacally. “First blood is mine—hahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!”

Lu Ding frowned. Hey, you son of a bitch.

He reached out, grabbed Ying Gou’s tail, yanked him back, and at the same time shot forward like a cannonball.

This was the downside of having too big a reputation—this guy always had his attention on him, giving Ying Gou an opening.

But no matter. He’d just switch moves.

The Serpent-Coiling and Flower-Folding Crescent Moon Blade, which was cumbersome and only useful for bullying weaklings, spread out in Lu Ding’s hands into a sea of blossoms filling the sky.

With the three Dinghai Pearls weaving through them.

“Landing a hit doesn’t mean it’s your kill.”