First-Year Internship—And You Went to Site 749 to Contain Monsters?!-Chapter 770: Flowers Bloom in a Hundred Reds, Moves Mirror Moves; Old and Young, Learn and Apply on the Spot

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With a fluid motion, the long spear twirled in a floral pattern.

Lu Ding took a step forward, raising the spear, his entire body stretching taut like a great bow!!

He hurled the long spear with immense force!!

Like an arrow chasing the sun, unstoppable!

Watching the sharp spear tip tear through the air, trailing blood-red light and black smoke, drawing a fiery tail, it shot straight towards Dong Tai, who possessed God Ascension Eighth Layer cultivation!

There was the softer target, Dong Quan at God Ascension Fourth Layer, but Lu Ding didn't care for easy prey.

Facing the violently thrown spear, Dong Tai forcefully swallowed back a mouthful of blood he had almost coughed up from being struck by Old Man Long earlier.

He opened his mouth, revealing blood-stained teeth, and roared, "Such audacity!!!"

Damn it, Old Man Long could afford to be arrogant, that was his right, given his formidable cultivation, terrifying combat power, and early fame.

But what gave Lu Ding the right to be so overbearing?

A mere fledgling chick.

Only at the initial stage of the Fifth Restriction, did he truly think this God Ascension Eighth Layer cultivator was filled with nothing but hot air?!

Did he not know that each step was a world apart, that the God Ascension stage paved the path to immortality?

Since you dare to come, then today we settle both old grudges and new scores together!!!!

Divine light erupted from Dong Tai's hands, flowing and clinging to them like quicksilver. He reached out to grab, attempting to disarm the spear Lu Ding had thrown.

God Ascension Eighth Layer did have its substance.

Merely by raising his hand, the burst of divine light had already halted the spear's assault!!!

Just as he was about to seize it.

Lu Ding moved with extreme speed, appearing at the spear's tail as if teleporting. He gripped the shaft firmly, spun it in a floral pattern to gather momentum, then swung the great spear overhead in a downward arc, dark clouds covering the sky!!

The force was immense and heavy, with black smoke and dark light suddenly blooming.

Dong Tai crossed both arms to block.

*CRACK!!!!*

A crisp sound!

His two forearms instantly bent at unnatural angles.

Pain twisted Dong Tai's expression.

Staggering back several steps, the look he cast at Lu Ding now held a seriousness absent before.

A single move from an expert reveals their skill.

That one strike just now made Dong Tai understand the true terror of pure physical power.

He was at God Ascension Eighth Layer!!!!

Yet Lu Ding's spear blow had smashed his arms into this pathetic state.

Unbeknownst to him, Lu Ding was also inwardly astonished. God Ascension Eighth Layer indeed had some substance. That smash just now, he hadn't held back at all.

Yet it had only fractured the man's arms, not shattered them completely.

It seemed he had still underestimated the God Ascension stage, being a whole major realm above him.

Dong Tai dared not be overconfident. While shaking his hands to recover from the injury, draconic majesty gradually manifested around him. A crimson fire dragon phantom shifted from illusory to solid, instantly whipping up wind and clouds, stirring motes of flame that swirled from nothingness into a sky full of dancing sparks. In his hands coalesced a double-handed longsword with a fiery tassel, its blade imprinted with a dragon, claws bared and fangs exposed!

It held the potential to devour all flames under heaven.

Although he was God Ascension Eighth Layer, he wasn't stupid. Fighting bare-handed against a weapon? Only a fool would do that.

Grasping the sword with both hands, he raised it, pointing its tip directly at Lu Ding.

At this moment.

Beside them, Old Man Long, propping himself on his spear and twisting his body, delivered a fierce tiger-tail kick that sent the God Ascension Fourth Layer Dong Quan coughing blood, flying backward to land beside Dong Tai.

Clutching his chest, Dong Quan wiped the blood from his mouth.

His gaze shifted to his uncle, Dong Tai, beside him.

Their eyes met.

Dong Quan gave a slight nod.

Raising his hands, he condensed his qi. Golden radiance surged around him, his aura soaring skyward, directly shredding the black smoke that veiled the heavens.

A turbid, earthy yellow energy rose from the ground, coalescing into a dragon-shaped phantom coiling around Dong Quan, gradually solidifying.

He extended a hand outward, grasping the turbid yellow qi, transforming it into a single-edged broadsword wrapped in yellow silk.

Dong Quan slowly crouched, one hand pulling at the yellow silk, the other gripping the sword hilt.

Old Man Long, seeing this, moved to stand beside Lu Ding.

He planted his great spear with a *thud*, *thud*, shaking the earth and heavens.

Coupled with his booming laughter, it truly carried an oppressive pressure: "HAHAHAHAHAHA, A broadsword? A longsword?"

"HAHAHAHA, good, good, good! Using a single broadsword to break a spear, a single longsword to break a spear. You're insulting us! If I don't beat you to death today, I'll write my surname 'Long' upside down!!!"

A fundamental principle among weapons: the spear is the king of all arms, its advantage lying in its length.

Although, as cultivation realms rise, sword energies and blade auras run rampant, diminishing the spear's length advantage.

But in terms of usage, wielding a spear with two hands versus holding a single broadsword with one—the power and precision are simply not the same.

Old Man Long built his reputation on the spear. Now, someone dared to face his spear with a single broadsword and a single longsword? Was that not an insult?

And a filthy one at that.

If it were Lu Ding's blade, having experienced it firsthand, he could still treat it seriously and regard it with cautious respect.

But these two.......

Old Man Long kicked the spear's butt, gripping it with both hands—block, deflect, thrust—shaking the spear so the red tassel whirled into a floral pattern. Planting his feet firmly, he set the spear in a Bēng stance, ready to spring!

His aura surged, materializing the image of a figure clad head-to-toe in blood-stained armor, riding a tall steed, facing a thousand troops and ten thousand horses alone.

This was Old Man Long's most formidable Anomalous Phenomenon: *A Lone Rider Traveling a Thousand Li*, its essence pure ferocity!

"Special Envoy Lu, come!!!"

A single roar.

Made Lu Ding's blood boil with excitement.

"Then let's go!"

Immediately, he whirled his great spear, churning the black smoke. Shaking the spear—block, deflect, thrust—planting his feet, setting the spear in the Bēng stance. Lu Ding's aura surged, and within the spreading black smoke, the Sin Dragon flickered in and out of sight.

Their stances were identical.

Iron-willed, martial, ferocious!

After exchanging a glance with Old Man Long.

They instantly unleashed their auras. Both exploded forward in unison, their movements synchronized, spear technique—*Storming the Hongmen Feast*!!!

Leaping step, thrusting spear.

Attacking from a high position.

Die!!!!

The God Ascension uncle and nephew of the Dong Family did not retreat but advanced instead.

"Then let's see who prevails today!?"

Raising the sword, swinging the broadsword.

Dong Tai raised his sword, flicking the tassel in a floral pattern, using a hanging sword stance to block the spear, only to be struck into a stumbling stagger.

Dong Quan swung his broadsword, wrapping it around his head in a 'Wind the Head and Wrap the Brain' motion, adopting a 'Hold the Sword' stance to block the spear, only to be sent tumbling head over heels.

In contrast, Lu Ding and the old man had already won the first move in terms of momentum.

A battlefield isn't a turn-based game of attack and defense. The side that seizes the momentum first presses on with one move after another, an unbroken chain.

Watch as Lu Ding and Old Man Long simultaneously flicked their spears in floral patterns, spun them while turning their bodies, stepped forward with spears held behind their backs in floral twirls, closing the distance—the sense of pressure instantly maxed out.

Otherwise, with the gongs and drums sounding, *deng deng deng deng deng deng*.......

This would be a fine spectacle. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The real fight began.

Lu Ding and Old Man Long turned in unison, sweeping their spears upward to attack—opening with the *Taigong Fishing* technique, aiming straight for the faces of the Dong uncle and nephew, emphasizing ruthlessness and viciousness.

This uncle and nephew pair, carved from the same mold, simultaneously performed Spinning Twists to evade. In the midst of their rolls, blade energy and sword energy shot out horizontally.

The sword energy ignited flames to incinerate all things; the blade energy was dense, heavy, and powerful.

Accompanied by two draconic roars, one crimson, one yellow, they surged forward to kill.

Having just used *Taigong Fishing*, Lu Ding and Old Man Long now held their spears with one hand, whirling them—*Flying Swan Crossing the River*—sweeping a wide arc.

They directly smashed the incoming blade and sword energies to pieces.

Old Man Long abruptly halted his spear, pointing it straight ahead.

"Special Envoy Lu, your foundation is solid, but your finesse is lacking. This old man will demonstrate a move for you. Watch closely!"

He rubbed the spear's butt with both hands, setting the great spear into a high-speed spin. The red tassel emitted a bloody glow, stirring the very momentum of heaven and earth: "This is, *Returning Edge Piercing the Sun*!!!"

This statement held truth. Lu Ding possessed [Mastery of Arms]; he could pick up any weapon in the world and use it, but only at a foundational level. The exquisite techniques still had to be learned later.

Now, he had a teacher instructing him.

Lu Ding imitated what he saw.

Rubbing the spear's butt, the spear shaft began to rotate. Old Man Long's had a red tassel; Lu Ding's had decorative streamers. As they spun, they emitted dazzling light in five radiant colors.

Flowers bloom in a hundred reds, yet moves mirror moves.

Old and young together, pushing their high-speed rotating great spears forward in a direct press!!!

"Die!!"