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

Lu Ding and his group had basically come straight to the heart of the battlefield.

The moment that guy appeared.

Whoosh.

A massive palm imprint came slamming down.

Gongyang Qingrou raised her hand and dispersed it.

Lu Ding surveyed the surroundings.

He thought to himself, good thing they hadn’t stopped to rest with the border army, or by the time they came over the next day, the Empress of Baoji might have already been dragged back to someone else’s homeland.

Even Gongyang Qingrou was a bit confused.

”What should we do now? Head straight to the palace, or...”Lu Ding frowned. ”How did it get this chaotic? Who’s fighting who? It’s a complete mess.”

He pulled out his phone. ”Hold on, let me check what’s going on with our Great Han’s powerhouses.”

Before coming, Secretary Qiu had given him some permissions, allowing Lu Ding to contact the experts Great Han had sent to Baoji Kingdom to capture the Empress of Baoji.

But right now, the situation had Lu Ding completely baffled.

He had no damn clue what was happening.

This wasn’t a novel, where you wait for the protagonist to arrive, enjoy the scenery, have a little conflict with the locals, and then start fighting.

Everything would be laid out clearly—cause and effect.

Not for Lu Ding, though. He wasn’t the protagonist. By the time he got there, the fight was already in full swing. No one was waiting for him.

He turned on his phone.

The signal here was pretty bad, but he could still see where the Great Han powerhouses were.

It just wasn’t possible to make calls or communicate.

Lu Ding held his phone, shifting its direction left and right, aligning himself with the arrow on the map.

”This way, this way. Let’s go meet up with them first, figure out what’s going on, then decide. Otherwise, the capital is huge—we don’t even know where the Empress of Baoji is or what the current situation is.”

As he spoke, Lu Ding ducked his head.

A terrifying sword qi whizzed right over his scalp, slicing off into the distance, shredding countless pavilions and towers in its path.

He glanced toward the source of the sword qi. A group of Qi Refiners from the Divine Sword Sect were locked in battle with Baoji Kingdom’s experts.

That palm strike from earlier? It had come from one of Baoji Kingdom’s powerhouses.

Lu Ding: ”Son of a bitch!!!”

He had just arrived, hadn’t even gotten a grasp on the situation, and already he’d been hit with a sword strike and a palm.

His anger flared.

Phone in one hand.

His other hand slammed forward.

【Human King’s Loose Hands】!!!!

Space shattered inch by inch, swirling black light spiraling within the palm imprint, sweeping forward across the long sky, BOOM!!!!!!!

Whoever the hell got hit—whatever. Whoever he could hit, he hit. None of them were on his side, and none of them were good guys.

An explosion echoed across the sky, accompanied by a burst of blood mist.

With that single palm strike delivered,

Lu Ding didn’t look back at the explosion. He turned and left with Gongyang Qingrou and Wang Qingge.

All that was left behind was the bewildered pair of factions still locked in combat above the sky.

They looked around left and right.

Who!!!

Who was the sneak attacker!!!

But no matter how hard they searched, they couldn’t find who did it. After all, the battle was raging everywhere.

Explosions were going off left and right.

Forget it! Keep fighting!!!

Kill!!!!

The situation had already degenerated to this level of chaos.

On the other side.

The northern part of Baoji Kingdom’s Royal Capital.

This place was even more intense.

The ground was pockmarked with craters, making it impossible to tell that buildings and towers had once stood there.

No exaggeration.

Not even a trace of rubble remained.

At the heart of the battlefield.

Great Han’s powerhouses were besieged from all sides.

Four God-Sealing realm powerhouses from Great Han had been split apart, each forced to face three or more God-Sealing experts.

These enemy experts hailed from various factions: the Profound Nether Cult, the Divine Sword Holy Land, Lu State, and even Baoji Kingdom itself.

But even with such an unfair fight and a numerical advantage,

the other nations’ God-Sealing experts were barely holding their own.

On Great Han’s side, though,

all four powerhouses were going all out!!!

In terms of quality, they didn’t fall short at all. The only problem was the numbers disadvantage.

But you couldn’t really blame them. Great Han was a glaring target, already facing joint opposition from other nations.

Now that everyone had come to capture the Empress of Baoji,

Great Han’s God-Sealing experts had barely shown up, and although the Empress of Baoji was also important, Great Han had received special treatment.

They knew Great Han was formidable.

So they banded together to hold them back—not just preventing them from capturing the Empress of Baoji, but even stopping them from catching a glimpse of her.

They sent people straight to intercept them.

These Great Han experts had actually fought their way to the inner city, but they’d been forced back all the way to the northern city.

A flash of sword light streaked across the battlefield.

In the thick of the fight,

a Great Han God-Sealing powerhouse—dressed in a shirt, vest, and slicked-back hair—was sliced cleanly in two, but not a single drop of blood fell.

His severed body quickly secreted a sticky fluid, pulling the wound back together. In an instant, he recovered, then swung a heavy punch with his fist, wearing a watch on his knuckles that served as a weapon.

BOOM!!!!

With one punch unleashed, the watch radiated divine light.

The ground split open, forming a man-made chasm of heavenly retribution.

His target flew backward through the air, dispersing the force before landing steadily.

He flicked his longsword. ”Cao Lie, your Great Han special envoy, Lu Ding, killed disciples of our Divine Sword Sect’s splinter faction in the new city. I’ll settle that score with you for now!!”

As his words fell,

Under normal circumstances, it would have been Great Han’s God-Sealing powerhouse, Cao Lie’s turn to respond.

But suddenly,

a figure flashed in, accompanied by a fragrant scent. ”You think you’re worthy of settling scores with Lu Ding later?”

The Divine Sword Holy Land’s God-Sealing expert was startled. He swung his sword backward, a moon-reaping strike aimed behind him.

The next second, his wrist was caught, his throat was grabbed, and he was lifted up, slammed down, and kneed in the back. The knee, wrapped in denim, let out a sickening CRACK, snapping the speaker’s lumbar spine.

Gongyang Qingrou turned, radiating overwhelming pressure as she did.

She flung the now-back-broken body in her hands backward!!!

BANG!!!!!

Explosions of air rings burst in rapid succession through the sky.

The body crashed heavily to the ground.

BOOM!!!

The earth shattered, sending dust and debris flying everywhere.

A satin-embroidered boot stepped down heavily onto the face of the man whose spine had been snapped, now lying amidst the smoke and dust.

Lu Ding’s aura flared.

The dust cleared.

His scholar-warrior sleeves flapped loudly in the wind.

Using someone else’s head as a stepping stool, he stepped over in one stride, without even lowering his head, not sparing a glance for who was beneath his feet. He said casually, ”Everyone, how did you end up fighting all the way over here?”

Wang Qingge walked a step behind him. She reached into her bag, pulled out a small wooden sign, and bent down toward the person on the ground.

She raised the wooden sign!

One, two, three, four!

A CRACKING sound rang out.

With every solid blow, the fallen God-Sealing expert trembled, his body convulsing.

The wooden sign was stained with blood—but it wasn’t red. It was a bizarre, viscous black liquid, like crude oil, slowly being absorbed by the sign.

Until the God-Sealing expert’s head was beaten into a bloody pulp.

Wang Qingge’s expression never changed throughout.

She was very calm. If anything, a faint, almost imperceptible smile could be seen on her face.

Even when a spot of blood landed on her cheek, full of youthful collagen, blooming like a red plum blossom, she merely wiped it away gently with her hand, smearing it onto the wooden sign. As she followed Lu Ding’s footsteps, the God-Sealing expert’s living soul was yanked out and devoured by the wooden sign.

The chaotic brawl stopped.

All eyes turned toward this direction—toward the figure in scholar-warrior sleeves, and toward Gongyang Qingrou and Wang Qingge, who had returned to stand behind him.

Cao Lie wiped the blood off the watch face on his knuckles. ”Sorry you had to see that with the ladies. We’ll deal with the embarrassment later. Let’s settle scores first?”