Full-Time Magister: The Strongest Summoned Beast is Actually Myself

Chapter 142, Double Guardian Pavilion
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After entering Ankai in Japanese waters, the cruise ship had already completed its registration and smoothly sailed into the port of Nishikuma City.

As soon as they landed, several old perverts who had been holding back their desires immediately became restless, eager to try out the "island nation's special features" in order to release the physiological pent-up desires accumulated over the past few days.

But as soon as they stepped off the dock, several uniformed, reserved-looking police officers approached them, clearly from the port security checkpoint specifically tasked with handling "suspected illegal immigrants."

Just as Jiang Shaoxu was about to step forward and negotiate in fluent Japanese, Chen Hao gently stopped her.

Don't waste your breath.

As he spoke, Chen Hao suddenly looked up, his gaze sharp as a knife, and released his spiritual power instantly.

Since his strength increased, he rarely used mental techniques, but this time, his gaze was like that of a terrifying predator staring at its prey, piercing straight to the heart. The officers stiffened slightly, their pupils contracted sharply, as if alarm bells had rung in their minds, or as if they were being watched intently by some lurking monster, and cold sweat instantly broke out on their bodies.

When they came to their senses, the Nationalist team had completely disappeared from their sight.

West Bear City, a luxury hotel.

Chen Hao held up an ID card belonging to a "kind person" and stood at the front desk to check in.

Jiang Shaoxu stood behind him and released a little guiding force of mind magic. The front desk staff smiled respectfully and stared blankly, not noticing anything unusual. Soon the registration was completed and the room key was handed over with both hands.

Chen Hao never takes the path of suffering. Sleeping on the floor of a dilapidated temple? That's something only someone with obsessive-compulsive moral fastidiousness would do. He won't hesitate to use magic to make ordinary people benefit.

Ordinary people?

In Chen Hao's eyes, their status was that of intelligent beings, like dwarves, elves, orcs in a Western fantasy world... They could communicate, but that didn't mean they were equal in status.

Respect? A little, but only the kind of respect you show when looking at a pet.

"Hey, Captain—" Jiang Shaoxu tugged at his arm and asked in a sweet voice, "Did you just use mind magic on those officers again?"

Her prominent headlights trembled with the movement, pressed tightly against Chen Hao's arm, clearly intentional.

Nan Rongni, on the other hand, didn't even raise her eyes, leaning lazily against the wall, already very obedient.

"Aren't you a space-type, a summoning-type, and a light-type too?" Zhao Manyan walked over, scratching his head. "I seem to remember you used lightning on the rocky island last time? Could it be that you're also born with dual elements?"

"No way!" Mo Fan's eyes lit up. "You also have dual-elemental talents?"

Chen Hao replied casually, "You're overthinking it. It's just the effect of a magic tool."

He held the despairing Nan Rongni's hand and calmly walked towards the elevator.

"Alright, business is more important." He ordered without turning his head, "Jiang Shaoxu, get the train tickets sorted out. Our first stop is Osaka-Shuangshouge."

"I know, Uncle Chen." Jiang Shaoxu hummed softly, but her eyes held an indescribable complexity as she looked at the two figures. Heaven knows how she dealt with her physical needs every night on the cruise ship, listening to Nan Rongni's loud singing.

The sharp-eyed Zhao Manyan immediately noticed something unusual from her slightly awkward posture. At this moment, Jiang Shaoxu was wearing a pair of super short shorts, exposing her white thighs, which were pressed tightly together and even rubbing slightly.

His ten years of experience as a friend of women told him that this was her in heat...

"Hehe, Jiang Fox, if you follow him now, Chen Hao definitely won't refuse you, and Nan Rongni probably won't have much of an opinion either."

"roll!!!!!"

……

That night, after training Nan Rongni, Chen Hao left the hotel alone.

Although I'm staying at a hotel, I still want to get the wooden fish utensils from Runming Temple. As for whether that old tortoise Baxia approves? I'll get them first.

Unfurling his flying umbrella, Chen Hao moved like a streak of light, soaring from West Bear City northwards. He quickly arrived at Runming Temple, but Chen Hao was too lazy to deal with the intricate details and grudges within the dilapidated temple. He went straight to the back mountain.

A long-abandoned side hall comes into view, with peeling walls and no incense burning. Only an ancient wooden fish on the Buddha niche lies quietly, exuding a spiritual charm that is out of place with the environment.

Chen Hao stepped inside, his gaze fixed on the wooden fish.

"You are the one."

The wooden fish's curved lid is covered with fine patterns, and faint spiritual light shimmers where the patterns intersect, clearly indicating that it is a mysterious object that has been deliberately sealed.

Just as he reached out to grab the wooden fish, a clear, cold voice suddenly rang out:

"who are you?"

Chen Hao turned around abruptly and saw a monk of about eighteen or nineteen years old standing at the door, holding a bamboo broom and looking wary.

"I am the warden monk here, Narahara Sora. What are you trying to do, sneaking into the forbidden hall in the middle of the night?"

Chen Hao was slightly taken aback, then let out a cold laugh.

"Narahara Sora?"

"Hmm? You know me?" The young monk's gaze sharpened, and he vaguely sensed something was amiss.

"know."

"I've come to collect you!!!"

Chen Hao raised his right hand, and lightning surged from his palm, transforming into a giant lightning claw that instantly slammed towards Narahara Sora! This attack was unrestrained, carrying a violent pressure, and directly crushed his opponent.

"Be bold!"

Narahara Sora's expression changed drastically, and he retreated abruptly, but it was too late. The giant lightning claw tore him apart instantly, and a thick layer of the mountain was also dug away.

"boom!!!!"

The thunderous explosion resounded throughout the entire Runming Temple, waking countless monks.

As the explosion subsided, Narahara Sora's figure had vanished. Clearly, this was just a phantom of the spirit demon. To defeat it, they would have to start with the wooden fish.

Before anyone could arrive to check on the situation, Chen Hao grabbed the wooden fish vessel.

As expected, a yellow lightning barrier erupted from the wooden fish, resisting his large hand.

"Damn system, get back to work!"

Chen Hao did not use magic to resist, but instead used his bare hands to grab it. The forbidden lightning instantly tore through flesh and blood, and even his commander-level body could not escape it.

[A host restriction has been detected, and a solution has been provided.]

The next moment, a secret method for breaking the restriction, along with the specific steps for creating the restriction, flooded into Chen Hao's mind.

With a thought, Chen Hao immediately activated the forty-nine spatial stars in his spiritual world, which rapidly rotated and arranged themselves into a special star map!
This is an extremely complex spatial configuration, a secret technique specifically designed to break through restrictions.

"untie!"

The star chart trembled, and spiritual energy condensed into an invisible wave that emanated from the body and directly covered the wooden fish.

The next second, the restriction that was originally wrapped in lightning and kept people at a distance like a living thing was actually swallowed up and suppressed by this mental wave. In the end, it seemed to submit to him and slowly retracted back into the wooden fish body.

The wooden fish became harmless again. "Phew..."

Chen Hao took a deep breath, and the torn flesh on his palm healed at a speed visible to the naked eye. The wooden fish vessel finally quieted down and he put it into his storage space.

Then his gaze swept over the brightly lit monks who had come to investigate, and with a light tap of his foot, he instantly soared into the night sky.

With his flying umbrella unfurled, he vanished into the night like a bolt of lightning before the monks could even focus their attention, leaving behind only a collapsed wasteland and a charred mountainside.

……

The next morning, the National Government team took a high-speed train to Osaka.

After a night's rest, those who needed to find the ducks went to find the ducks, and those who needed to find the chickens went to find the chickens. With their physiological needs taken care of, the whole team was in high spirits. When it came to challenging the other teams, everyone was eager to fight and full of fighting spirit.

The core of the first stage of the National Tournament is challenging the national pavilions; the so-called training is secondary. Teams must travel to the national pavilions set up by various countries around the world within a limited time, challenge them one by one, and only by winning can they obtain the national pavilion medal, which symbolizes honor and qualification.

The World University Competition has more than 200 participating countries, but only 32 teams with the most medals can advance to the next stage in Venice. The real competition begins from that moment.

Of course, not just any country can build a national pavilion. To be designated as a "national pavilion," it must first pass the rigorous review of the Magic Association, ensuring that the overall strength within the pavilion is sufficient to support a high-level competition.

Otherwise, for small countries that only have mid-level mages to support them, a single official member of a major power could take on an entire team, and the challenge would become a mere street sweep.

The target this time is the Japan National Museum located in Osaka.

As a country with a highly developed magic industry, Japan's National Museum is definitely not to be underestimated.

As soon as they got off the bus, Jiang Shaoxu led the girls in the group straight to the shopping street to shop, not taking the challenge seriously at all, since the boys would take care of it anyway.

"The challenge is now in your hands, you men." Jiang Shaoxu waved his hand and, without turning back, dragged the women toward the duty-free shop.

The Osaka National Museum is located on Mount Homono, about seven or eight kilometers from the coastline.

Huwang Mountain is named for its two extremely similar mountains facing each other. The mountain is steep and rugged, and the road winds around the mountainside. There are often 180-degree bends hanging over the cliff. Even a glance at it can make the timid weak in the knees.

The Japan National Museum, also known as "Sōshōkaku", is located on the summit of these two mountains.

From a distance, it looks like two gray-white castles standing on the mountain. Between the two sister castles, high in the air, there is a suspended wooden walkway. There is only one mountain path, so the only way to get to one of the castles is through that aerial walkway!

That place is also a notorious magic prison, home to many criminals with super-level cultivation. The Condensed Evil Pearl is located there, and Chen Hao needs to figure out a way to get his hands on it.

As soon as the group approached the mountain gate, they felt two sharp gazes directed at them—two warrior-robed mages guarding the gate, their expressions wary, as if they were facing thugs.

Suddenly, a young woman dressed in a kimono and holding a floral umbrella walked over from the side, scrutinizing everyone with her eyes.

"You are Chinese, aren't you?" she asked in a cold, hard tone.

Just as Chen Hao was about to step forward and reveal his identity, Mo Fan preemptively asked, "How did you know?"

"You Chinese tourists are the most unruly! There are clearly signs prohibiting passage at the foot of the mountain. Can't you read?" The woman in the kimono glanced at Mo Fan, puffed out her chest, and clattered her wooden clogs on the ground, making her already short figure appear more imposing.

Her tone was arrogant and disdainful, as if even glancing at her would pollute the air.

"Miss, we're not here for tourism." Mo Fan smiled faintly, clearly not intending to indulge her.

"Oh? So you're here to work and get Japanese citizenship, huh? These days, any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to climb up here... I'm warning you, get down the mountain right now, or I'll throw you all down one by one!" The woman in the kimono changed her tone, becoming even more rude.

The faces of the people in the group immediately darkened, and a chill permeated the air.

"You filthy bitch, how dare you talk like that? Your mouth's begging to be fucked, you idiot, huh? Want me to unleash some thunderbolts to give you a good time?"

Suddenly, a very vulgar International language was spoken.

At that moment, the entire venue fell silent.

Even the members of the National Team were stunned, clearly not expecting Chen Hao to suddenly utter such extremely vulgar language. The woman in the kimono's face visibly reddened, then turned purple, and finally bluish-black.

Faced with the provocation of Mochizuki Chihiro, Chen Hao had no scruples and directly uttered the most offensive and insulting words against women.

In East Asia, particularly in countries like China, Japan, and South Korea where women have low social status, such remarks can break down the defenses of almost any woman, regardless of whether she is actually a prostitute.

"What did you say?! Say it again!" She lost her previous arrogance, her tone suddenly rising, almost cracking.

Chen Hao showed no mercy and continued to stab him in the back: "I'd say you're a slut in a kimono, and the smell coming out of your mouth is more pungent than what's under your skirt."

"You're asking for death!" Mochizuki Chika's eyes turned red, and the plant-type star map instantly opened. She raised her hand and waved out several plant-type seeds.

Kunzhilin: Parasite!
The flying seeds exploded around everyone, and thorny vines grew at an incredible speed, covering the sky and the ground, strangling towards Chen Hao.

Clearly, Mochizuki Chika was completely enraged.

"Hey, hey, hey, let's talk this out."

"Why did they start fighting?"

Upon seeing this, Zhao Manyan immediately became timid. This absurd casting speed was clearly beyond his ability to handle.

Chen Hao snorted coldly, showing no intention of indulging the other party, and stomped down hard!
The ground instantly seemed to be filled with volcanic magma, and a ring of golden-red flames trembled and spread outwards. The scorching wind pressure carried rubble and gravel, like a shock wave erupting from the center of an explosion!

boom! !

A violent burst of fiery battle aura erupted from beneath Chen Hao's feet, scorching the newly sprouted vines until they were blackened and curled up, leaving nothing but barren land within a three-meter radius of him!

"You started this!" Chen Hao's eyes turned cold as he unfurled the star charts, and brilliant constellations rose above the Twin Guardian Pavilion, like a golden galaxy falling to earth!

His palm seemed to hold a beam of the sun's essence, and the next second, a thousand rays of light poured out!

"Light Falls on Manzhang: Rain of Judgment!"

The star trails connected to form a constellation, and countless arrows of light condensed in the sky, like divine arrows, crashing down from the heavens!
These arrows are not physical objects, but pure condensation of light elements. Each one falls with a sacred will to burn away evil and a scorching pressure that pierces the soul!
—Wang Yueqian's expression changed instantly!
She didn't have time to cast any more spells; her hands quickly formed hand seals, and a water-based star map appeared beneath her feet!
"Water bloom canopy!"

A pale blue curtain of water surged up from beneath her feet, like an inverted waterfall, rolling up in layers above her head, barely blocking the densest barrage of light arrows!
Thump! Thump thump thump!

The light arrow struck the water curtain, and the resulting energy surge was like a thunderous drumbeat. The water droplets exploded, each carrying a scorching aftershock of light, burning the surrounding rocks with mottled scorch marks.

Mochizuki Chika was forced back inch by inch, sparks flying from the soles of her boots on the stone ground. Her eyes were filled with shock—she had already guessed his identity, but the pride in her bones had swallowed up all her reason.

She had never been so insulted or slandered before.

In places like China, Japan, and South Korea, which are deeply influenced by Confucianism, a woman's chastity is often closely linked to family honor and personal value. Chen Hao's insults almost hit her Achilles' heel.

In the midst of the madness, another plant-based constellation had already risen.

Chen Hao, also enraged, decided to incorporate Titan's fighting spirit into the constellation.

"stop!!!!"

Just then, a loud and energetic shout came from inside the gate.

(End of this chapter)