First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!-Chapter 716: Trash Should Sink in the Mud and Rot in the Dirt

Facing this sudden attack.

Lu Ding could dodge, but there was no need.

Moreover, if he dodged and this cannon shot missed, it would cause casualties.

He raised his hand, and in his palm, the Torture-Crushing Great Rotation opened its ferocious maw, voraciously devouring and grinding the attack to pieces.

Jiang Sheng also seized this opportunity to successfully break free. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Covered in blood, his bones twisted, he pulled away from Lu Ding, looking so wretched he barely resembled a human anymore.

While Jiang Sheng replaced the mechanical parts on his body.

He cursed inwardly: "Damn it, how can this person's physical body be so strong? Impossible!!!"

"He's just flesh and blood, how can he compare to my mechanical achievements!?"

He found it hard to accept.

Even with the facts laid bare before him, he refused to acknowledge them.

It was still that same reason: Jiang Sheng was born a eunuch. In other words, since birth, his kidneys hadn't functioned well.

And kidneys determine physical stamina, and certain... capabilities.

Since Jiang Sheng was born in a small town of a feudal dynasty, he didn't have this concept and didn't understand why his stamina was so poor compared to his peers—unable to shoulder loads, unable to lift with his hands.

He couldn't even match those who had studied from childhood and never did physical labor.

Later, these aspects gradually became his obsession.

The moment he became a Mechanism Master, he began step-by-step modifications to his own body.

He firmly believed that as long as the materials were good enough, as long as his skills continuously improved, he could achieve mechanical ascension.

What physical strength? That was the most basic thing.

Although he was a Mechanism Master.

Using his modified body to engage in close-quarters combat and brutally kill other Qi Refiners was his hobby. Only this way could he compensate for that morbid sense of satisfaction regarding his physical defects.

So now, facing Lu Ding's terrifyingly powerful physical body.

He refused to submit!!!!

"Why? Mere flesh and blood, why can it compare to my mechanical achievements, my meticulously forged Dharma Body!?"

As he spoke, Jiang Sheng finished replacing the parts on his body.

His hands and arms suddenly extended four chainsaw greatswords. From the crater on his face smashed in by Lu Ding, six-barreled Gatling gun barrels wrapped in flame patterns protruded over a meter long.

"Old grudges settled today! Either you die, or I perish!!!!"

Eight exhaust ports on his back opened!

Azure blue propulsion flames erupted.

BOOM!!!!

Jiang Sheng pressed forward, chainsaw greatswords and six-barreled Gatling all spinning simultaneously.

Say what you will, it was pretty cool.

Seeing him about to go all out.

Lu Ding immediately prepared to change locations with him. After all, this guy's strength somewhat exceeded his expectations. Don't let his effeminate appearance fool you;his bones were truly hard. Lu Ding had felt it when hitting him earlier.

Plus, with his current state, if they didn't change locations, the Shengda Armory might get smashed to pieces.

"Fine! I'll settle this with you."

Hand seals formed, Dharma Lotus!

Black Prison of Death's Body, open!!

The strong grab mechanism directly targeted and locked onto Jiang Sheng, pulling him into the Black Prison of Death's Body.

The scenery before his eyes shifted, the sky changed, the ground churned.

Shadows and skeletal remains stood tall, constructing a massive, suffocatingly large church.

Jiang Sheng instinctively looked up at the sky, seeing twisted spinal columns intertwining, coiling, and weaving together to form a dome spanning the heavens.

Pale bones shimmered with a phosphorescent, ghostly green under the interwoven twilight of eternal night.

There was no sun here, only that amber-colored eyeball hanging from the enormous dome, like the eye of a dying giant beast, emitting a faint glow that illuminated the twisted murals depicted on the church walls.

Those were Lu Ding's life achievements.

Scene after scene, chapter after chapter.

Severed limbs, broken arms, blood, black energy.

Great skill appearing artless, devoid of details, all in a soulful dark art style, shaping an extreme, grotesque beauty.

All these scenes combined made even a pervert like Jiang Sheng feel this place was perverted!

"Thanks for your hard work, changing the skin every time."

Lu Ding's voice sounded.

Jiang Sheng instinctively turned to look.

He saw at the very front.

On the enormous solid wall.

A mural depicting a Goddess embracing the Throne of Divine Embrace, full of bloody beauty.

Blood gushed out, the wall's surface peeled away.

The Goddess came alive......

An arm clad in black lace gloves reached out from the wall, the Throne of Divine Embrace held at her chest. The exposed skin on her arm dripped with thick, crimson blood.

A breeze blew.

The pipe organ covered in iron spikes swayed, emitting mournful sounds, stirring up the scent of decaying roses and blood that permeated the entire church.

Such imagery, such impact.

Stunned Jiang Sheng, who also pursued art.

He was inwardly shaken.

Entranced by this grotesque beauty, yet deeply struck.

"Hahahahahaha........"

A desolate laugh rang out.

"I can't create this, I can't create this!!!!"

"Why can't I create this!!!"

"Why... why don't I have such concepts, such creativity, such techniques? I don't even have such ideas!!!!"

At this moment, Jiang Sheng was as helpless as an art student arriving at an authoritative institution for intensive training.

Thinking himself exceptionally talented.

Only to be immediately struck by the works of an ultimate talent monster upon entry.

Hearing this, Lu Ding remembered this annoying guy's previous provocations.

With such a perfect opportunity now, how could he not mock him a few times? After all, he couldn't escape now.

Lu Ding stood up from the Throne: "Because not only are you spineless, you're also trash."

Art, for Fu Yun, who had become the Goddess of the Black Prison of Death's Body and was now only obsession, was as simple as eating or drinking.

In life, she was the chief designer of 'ele', the top design institution of the three-ring Great Han.

How could Jiang Sheng, this two-ring country bumpkin, compare to her?

Standing on the artistic high platform held up by Fu Yun, Lu Ding went all out with his taunts: "Your so-called art is nothing but garbage, a patchwork. Your so-called elegance is just a variant of effeminacy."

"To be honest, if I weren't afraid you'd accidentally hurt others outside, I wouldn't have pulled you in here at all."

Jiang Sheng jerked his head up. Humiliation, such humiliation!!

Yet he couldn't refute it.

Because the facts were before him. In terms of art alone, he wasn't even worthy of carrying the shoes of the person before him.

That's right!

He instinctively assumed this place was Lu Ding's masterpiece.

He also roughly guessed what Lu Ding wanted to say next.

His whole body leaped up violently, the chainsaw greatswords on his hands and feet, the Gatling gun barrels protruding from his face, all spinning simultaneously, spewing tongues of fire.

"Shut up!!!!"

Facing his shame-turned-rage attack, Lu Ding's lips stretched wide: "Because you're not worthy. You're not worthy of seeing such art."

"Shut up shut up shut up!!!!"

"I'll kill you, I'll kill you!!!!!!"

Blade lights ran rampant, blade energy ran wild, bullets poured down like rain.

Lu Ding raised his hand, the Way of the Jinche gestating in his palm.

"Trash should sink into the mud and rot in the earth."