First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!-Chapter 822: Going Berserk, Heavy Flamethrower, Roasting a Million-Meter Radius
The Meteorite Sect's leader, Duan Tianli, stared at the iron rod dripping with blood and pointed directly at him, his mentality completely shattered!!
"Why is it still me!!!!"
"You're going too far, Lu Ding!!!!"
"At the very least, I'm a proper God Ascension First Layer, do you really think I'm a soft persimmon you can just squeeze? I'll fight you to the death!!!"
Spiritual Energy came at his call, heavenly light bloomed, divine nature radiated, converging into flowing golden immortal robes upon Duan Tianli's body. The robe's edges unfurled a hazy great mist, divine charm naturally manifesting.
Duan Tianli pressed his palms together, then thrust them violently forward: "Open!!!"
The vast, sky-filling mist crashed forward with overwhelming force.
Though it appeared as mist dispersing in the air, it possessed unimaginable weight, pressing down until the earth cracked inch by inch and sank. Within the mist, extraordinary phenomena churned, meteorites plummeted, covering every inch.
Lu Ding held the Misfortune Pillar level, pointing it straight ahead.
Purple halos began to light up one by one at the front section of the Misfortune Pillar, dropping sparks, igniting flames, radiating intense heat.
BOOM!!!!
The Purple Tenuity Heavenly Fire erupted, dyeing heaven and earth purple, domineering and peerless, brooking no doubt.
A terrifying fire pillar ten thousand meters in diameter, in Lu Ding's hands, gushed forth along the Misfortune Pillar, like a fucking oversized blowtorch.
Who cares about this or that, just sweep!!!
It's just that his scholar-warrior sleeves were torn now, and Lu Ding was in a bad mood. If he were in a slightly better mood, he'd have gone straight for Amaterasu.
The blowtorch in his hand shifted its angle, treating all beings as equals.
The terrifying high temperature caused everything in its path to vaporize in the blink of an eye, before they even had time to melt.
The vast, sky-filling mist was instantly burned away completely.
Along with it, the divine heavenly robes on Duan Tianli's body were also ignited. Duan Tianli, his entire body on fire, screamed in agony, retaining a shred of reason amidst his howls. He shrieked while dodging the direct blast of Lu Ding's fire pillar.
He actually understood physics, knowing the outer flame temperature was higher and couldn't be directly withstood.
But as Duan Tianli dodged, Shuntian Manor suffered the consequences.
A perfectly good secluded paradise was set ablaze by Lu Ding's mountain fire. A ten-thousand-meter peak that had risen from the ground instantly melted. A thousand-acre lake dried up in an instant.
The manor, already shattered countless times, now faced catastrophic destruction. Thermal expansion and contraction caused the earth to crack open. Vaporized mountain rocks and water vapor spread through the air, becoming miasma. The mountain rocks that didn't vaporize turned into magma, flowing into the massive ground fissures as wide as rivers.
Everything within a radius of one million meters was utterly destroyed.
Lu Ding had completely gone berserk with killing!!
Except for showing restraint toward the investigators who came with him, everyone else, including all those miscellaneous disciples from the Four Great Gates and Three Great Sects, were burned to ashes without a trace. Their cultivation was too low; they couldn't even utter a scream before experiencing complete annihilation of body and spirit.
Black clouds covered the sky above, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled.
On the ground, connected fires became a sea, magma formed rivers.
In contrast, Lu Ding, amidst such a grand spectacle, wore a cold expression, his eyes half-closed, standing tall in the sky. His gaze remained fixed downward—not because he looked down on anyone, but because he looked down on everyone.
The remaining six God Ascension cultivators.
Seeing Lu Ding going all out like this, understood in their hearts that there was no retreating now, no avoiding it. Only... a fight to the death!!!!!!
Duan Tianli, ignited by the Purple Tenuity Heavenly Fire, turned to ashes while running.
The six God Ascension cultivators ascended to the sky together, various colored auroras exploding, divine nature scattering, extraordinary phenomena churning.
There were dragons and tigers converging, disrupting the Five Elements; a jade blade crossed the sky, splitting earth and heaven; glorious light flowed like qi, yin and yang inverted.
An altar for exploding divinity opened, offering sacrifices to the Glazed Immortal Venerable.
One after another all-out attacks, one after another figures exerting their utmost, one after another earth-shaking explosions, one after another awe-inspiring scenes.
Lu Ding stood within the storm of battle.
In one hand, the Misfortune Pillar; in the other, the Mourning Cloth Timing Pillar.
He wielded them with such domineering flair.
Fierce and rapid like rain beating on plantain leaves, like wind passing through a bamboo forest bringing wild strikes.
His approach emphasized one principle: great force creates miracles, one force breaks ten thousand techniques.
High strike, meteor chasing the moon striking the face, splitting like a blade chop.
Low strike, old tree entwining roots sweeping hall wind, breaking bones like a heavy hammer.
Touch it and die, graze it and be wounded.
If you got hit once, it was like beating a drowning dog—hit after hit, a living person pounded into fluff, a cacophony of smashing, bones beaten into dust.
The force twisted them, not yet shattered, then consecutive strikes fell, breaking bones like dismantling a fence.
Blood mist spread, minced flesh scattered, the long rods stained with blood, every strike landing on flesh.
One rod defended, one rod attacked. Defense was impenetrable like water cannot penetrate; attack never missed its mark. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶
By the end of the killing.
Only the master of Shuntian Manor, Dragon Tiger Gate's leader Guan Long, remained, severely wounded, standing alone in the air like a single pillar.
As for the other five? Each died a miserable death, without intact corpses.
At this moment, Guan Long had one arm shattered, the other twisted, his chest collapsed and broken, belly torn with intestines spilling out. The depressions left by heavy rod strikes on his head came one after another; his originally round head had become an irregular polyhedron. There wasn't a single patch of good flesh on his entire body; blood sprayed from his wounds as if it cost nothing.
His breathing was heavy and rasping, like a broken bellows, wheezing in and out.
Even at this stage, he could still assume a fighting stance, relying purely on willpower to hold on. But strictly speaking, this man was already dead.
Faint dragon and tiger phantoms converged around his body.
An eyeball connected by fascia dangled from its socket on his face, his teetering body trying its best to remain facing Lu Ding.
He had reached his limit; all that remained was his obsession with battle.
Facing such an opponent.
Lu Ding's expression softened slightly: "You... are quite good."
He retracted both rods.
Lu Ding walked to his side, tilting his head slightly: "I am willing to grant you a final dignity."
He stepped forward, walking past Guan Long without looking back.
Unfortunately, Guan Long could neither hear nor see now. He was dead. What stood was merely a physical shell tempered to divinity through cultivation.
No wonder he was the one who called for this 'Block Lu's Southward Journey'.
With this physique alone, he could stand proudly among the Four Great Gates and Three Great Sects. Pity he encountered a cheater like Lu Ding.
As Fu Xinghe's final announcement sounded.
"Dragon Tiger Gate, Guan Long, dead!"
Enemy God Ascension: 0/11.
Lu Ding's kill count for this round was also fixed at 11/0/0.
As for the other miscellaneous fish, including Great Jing Qi Refiners at the Fifth Restriction like Lu Ding, they weren't worthy of being counted in his battle record.
The threshold for the record was surpassing levels.
Guan Long's severely damaged body fell from the sky, crashing heavily to the ground.
But even so, his body did not collapse. Instead, it stood firmly planted in the flowing magma.
Lu Ding landed.
Fu Xinghe handed him a towel to wipe the blood from his body.
Although, this was a minor issue—a single technique could handle it.
Using a towel to wipe was more ceremonial, more pretentious.
Convenience is for efficiency; complexity is for showing off.
The fight's over, can't Lu Ding show off a bit?!
"One can tell he was quite strong."
Fu Xinghe remarked.
Lu Ding looked down at the slowly fading red fist imprint on his chest and acknowledged: "If he weren't from Great Jing, he should have had better prospects."
"Unlike other watered-down goods, the substance of Guan Long's God Ascension Fifth Layer cultivation was very high. Surpassing levels in battle wouldn't be a problem for him."
