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

Chapter 143, Taking Down Mochizuki Chika

The voice was like a bell or a drum, seemingly carrying an irresistible authoritative pressure, accompanied by a figure in a black Japanese-style robe, who walked through the crowd.

Mochizuki Meiken, the current head of the Mochizuki family, a renowned magical family in Japan.

As his undeniable super-level aura appeared, Chen Hao and Mochizuki Chika subconsciously stopped fighting.

Wangyue Mingjian stopped, his gaze falling on Wangyue Qianxun, his brows furrowed: "Qianxun, why are you so out of control?"

At this moment, Mochizuki Chika's eyes were red, her expression was agitated, and her chest was heaving violently. She no longer had the dignified demeanor of a noble lady; she looked more like a shrew being verbally abused in the marketplace.

“He…he insulted me…he called me…a prostitute…” Her voice choked with sobs, her tone trembling. She was clearly furious, yet also deeply aggrieved.

But Wangyue Mingjian's eyes darkened: "You, a member of the Wangyue family, would lose your composure and dignity over a mere vulgar curse?"

Mochizuki Chika's body trembled, she bit her lip and remained silent, even though anger was still churning in her chest, she could only forcefully suppress it.

At this moment, Chen Hao didn't give the other party any face. With a cold smile on his lips, he pushed the question back: "Old man, is this how your Japanese National Pavilion receives representatives of friendly nations? You send a high-level mage to cause trouble as soon as we enter? If we weren't strong enough, would you really have thrown us down the mountain?"

The Japanese monks present immediately turned extremely ugly, and Mochizuki Chika was so angry that she gritted her teeth, wishing she could attack again immediately.

Wang Yuemingjian's eyes darkened, and he explained in a slightly perfunctory tone, "This... is just a misunderstanding. Qianxun didn't know that you were all from the National Government team of the Dragon Kingdom."

Upon hearing Chen Hao escalate the matter to an international level, Wangyue Mingjian had no choice but to make some diplomatic gestures in an attempt to de-escalate the situation.

But Chen Hao didn't give them a way out, his voice becoming even colder: "Misunderstanding? I don't believe a high-level mage wouldn't be able to sense our cultivation levels. Besides, she not only recognized us as Chinese, but also provoked us and even attacked us first."

"You mean she doesn't know who we are? I think—she just doesn't care about who we are."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding air became as cold as a knife.

Wangyue Mingjian's expression finally changed, and his eyes twitched slightly, but he could only say in a deep voice: "...The Wangyue family does indeed bear responsibility for oversight."

"Qianxun, apologize to all the distinguished guests!" Mochizuki Meiken then said solemnly.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, Mochizuki Chika, who was standing to the side, suddenly raised her head, her face pale, and her eyes bloodshot with anger and humiliation.

"Patriarch...you want me...to apologize to him in public?" Her voice trembled, her tone almost tearing with disbelief.

"He called me a prostitute! In front of so many people! And you still expect me to apologize?!"

Her voice rose higher and higher, her words began to spiral out of control, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"You want me to admit my mistake? I'd rather die!" she shouted sharply, turning around abruptly, her face flushed and twisted with stubbornness.

Mochizuki Chika left quickly, the hem of her kimono swaying in the wind, leaving a resolute afterimage in front of the mountain gate.

Wang Yuemingjian's brows furrowed as he watched Qianxun's retreating figure. His face alternated between pale and flushed, but he did not stop her on the spot, for pushing her any further would lead to a complete break.

"I am truly sorry. It is all the fault of the Mochizuki family. This matter has nothing to do with the Japanese National Pavilion. On behalf of Chika, I apologize to everyone!" After saying this, the old man Mochizuki Meiken bowed deeply to everyone.

There's no other way; we have to do it this way. Japan also has its own national team that needs to challenge other countries' national teams. If this isn't handled well today, it could seriously affect the Japanese national team's performance and even make it difficult for them to qualify for the Venice finals.

Having gone this far, Chen Hao couldn't afford to make things worse. Jiang Yu quickly stepped forward to help the man up. After all, he was an elder, an international leader. If his master, Pang Lai, knew that he had pushed someone to this point, he probably wouldn't let him off the hook.

Afterwards, Wangyue Mingjian selected a few people with good judgment and led Chen Hao and the others into the West Guardian Pavilion, fearing that this tough guy might cause trouble again.

……

At the dinner, the girls from the National University team also arrived, carrying large bags and small packages, clearly having spent a lot of money.

"You've got plenty of free time. I remember when the Korean team came, they were all immersed in their training, but they still failed to get our National Pavilion Medal. You guys, on the other hand, the first thing you did upon arriving in Osaka was to go shopping, just like worldly girls." An older woman, presumably a National Pavilion instructor, spoke from the main seat.

I'm going through menopause and I find it very distasteful of these young women's extravagance.

"We're so young, what's wrong with being a little worldly? Besides, your place is just so-so, no need to take it so seriously." Jiang Shaoxu already knew about the conflict when Chen Hao and the others arrived, so she spoke even more bluntly than in the original story.

Suddenly, the entire dinner party erupted in chaos.

The sounds of "Baka, Baka" were incessant.

The mentors, military mages, clan elders, and students all had faces as black as the bottom of a pot.

With things having come to this point, the higher-ups at Xishouge no longer cared about etiquette and immediately arranged for the match tonight. The National Team members shared the same idea.

"How will we compete, one-on-one or team battle?" Chen Hao asked.

“You are guests, so you can choose,” said Wangyue Mingjian.

"How about one-on-one, best of five?"

"no problem."

"In that case, please proceed directly to the arena."

……

The Nishi-no-Kami-kaku arena is located on the south side facing the ocean. It appears to be a huge, man-made platform extending into the air above the mountains.

The platform is larger than I imagined; it could probably serve as an acceleration runway for some passenger planes without any problem.

The arena is diamond-shaped, with three corners exposed seven or eight hundred meters above the ground. Apart from the invisible barrier, there isn't even the slightest bit of railing.

"So, who wants to go up and show off?" Chen Hao asked the group.

"I!!"

"I……"

Immediately, the team was in high spirits, and even Zhao Manyan clamored to teach Xiao Rizi a lesson.

"Then let Jiang Shaoxu go first and teach that little bitch a lesson."

The first match is between Jiang Shaoxu and Koike Xiangzi.

Just now at the banquet, it was this bitch with her foul mouth and wicked aura that clashed with Jiang Shaoxu's. Their conversation was absolutely bizarre.

Therefore, Jiang Shaoxu naturally showed no mercy. A one-on-one fight with a mind-based character is extremely disgusting. Xiaochi Xiangzi was beaten so badly that she lost face and burst into tears on the spot.

In the second match, Mo Fan brutally defeated Japan's Zhao Manyan—Okamoto Takashi.

In a high-level match against a mid-level opponent, it was an almost complete and utter domination. A single Mind Bird and a Swift Star Wolf were enough to send him running for his life, turning the match into a massive dog-walking spectacle.

In no time, the faces of the young people turned dark purple.

By the third round, the remaining defenders were dejected and had completely lost their fighting spirit.

At this moment, Chen Hao walked over.

"Why don't I see Mochizuki Chika? Isn't she one of the guards here? Let me fight her in the third match," Chen Hao asked knowingly.

The scene became extremely awkward, and the people in the family looked even more displeased.

“Ahem, Qianxun isn’t a student, she’s a teacher at the National Academy. Please choose someone else,” said Wangyue Mingjian.

"Oh, then that's not very interesting. Whoever wants to go can go." In the final match, Ai Jiangtu went on stage and instantly defeated a nobody with absolute strength.

The entire audience was immediately shocked. Only then did the higher-ups realize how powerful the Dragon Kingdom team was, having already produced three high-level mages after just one training session.

Then, without any hesitation, they sold their intelligence to other countries...

On the one hand, they hypocritically presented the National Museum Medal.

Thus concludes the first leg of the challenge.

However, in order to achieve certain goals, Chen Hao insisted on staying overnight at Shuangshouge despite the objections of his teammates.

……

Late at night, the lights in Xishou Pavilion gradually went out. Chen Hao sat alone in the room, his fingers gently swiping across the screen of his phone, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

He had already secretly recorded the scene of the conflict during the day, from Mochizuki Chika's provocative words to the moment she angrily attacked, every frame was crystal clear.

He edited the video into a short video piece, highlighting Mochizuki Chika's arrogance and loss of composure, and added subtitles, enough to make anyone who saw it think that she was a magical shrew, and suspected of insulting China and making things difficult for the Nationalist team.

He opened the software, entered Mochizuki Chika's email address, which he had already obtained from other sources during the day.

The message was quickly edited, with a cold and blunt tone:

“Ms. Mochizuki, you haven’t forgotten what happened during the day, have you? As a teacher at the National Hall, you drove away the National Team from another country. I think the tournament judges will be very interested in your behavior, and the other National Halls will be more enthusiastic about the Japanese National Team.”

Please attach the video clip and send it.

……

Meanwhile, the atmosphere in Mochizuki Chika's room was so oppressive it was almost frozen.

Her eyes were glued to the video on her phone, her hands trembling uncontrollably. The video showed her haughty questioning and angry outbursts, edited to the point of being inflammatory. The subtitles added fuel to the fire, portraying her as an unreasonable troublemaker, a provocateur of foreign guests, and an obstacle to the National Team's normal challenge.

The subtitles also offered a sinister analysis of her intentions, suggesting that as a teacher at the National Academy, she was willing to resort to such despicable means to improve her grades.

Most importantly, she is indeed a teacher at the National Academy, and her cultivation level has reached a high level. In the magical world, people with low cultivation levels cannot hide their cultivation level from those with high cultivation levels; they can be identified simply by using spiritual power.

She was speechless with anger and fury, and didn't care about anything else.

"That bastard..." she gritted her teeth. The honor of her family, the reputation of Japan, and even her own future could be ruined because of this video.

She knew very well that once the video was leaked, not only would she personally lose face, but the Mochizuki family and the Japan National Museum would also be disgraced, and it might even affect the performance of the Japan National Museum team this year.

The World University Competition is more than just a competition; it also relates to the allocation of important resources between countries, and results speak for themselves.

She suddenly stood up and paced back and forth in the room, her chest heaving violently.

Apologize?

Bow down to that foul-mouthed man?
She'd rather die!

But reason told her that if she didn't compromise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Time passed second by second, and the midnight bells quietly rang.

Mochizuki Chika finally stopped and looked out the window at the night with a complicated expression.

Her pride was shattered by reality at that moment. In the end, she put on a simple coat, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door.

……

In the early morning, the corridor of the West Guardian Pavilion was quiet and still, broken only by the occasional chirping of insects.

Mochizuki Chika stood in front of Chen Hao's door, her finger hovering over the door, hesitant to knock. Her face was pale, her lips tightly pressed together, and her eyes held a complex mix of anger, humiliation, and an indescribable emotion.

Finally, she knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly, and Chen Hao stood in the doorway, wearing a simple black shirt, his eyes calm yet with a hint of amusement.

He stepped aside to let her in: "Miss Mochizuki, what brings you here so late at night?"

Mochizuki Chika did not answer, but walked straight into the room. After standing still, she coldly said, "You win, Chen Hao. I'm here to apologize."

"Is that all?" Chen Hao said casually.

Mochizuki Chika suddenly looked up, her eyes practically spitting fire: "What else do you want? At worst, I'll compensate you, one hundred million, how about that?"

Chen Hao smiled, a hint of coldness in his smile: "Looks like you're not here to apologize. I don't need your 100 million. You can leave now."

"You—" Mochizuki Chika was so angry that she almost attacked, but reason made her suppress her impulse, as if she realized that her attitude was inappropriate.

She took a deep breath, her voice trembling but trying to remain calm: "I...I'm sorry. I was rude during the day. I shouldn't have provoked you, and I shouldn't have attacked you. I...please forgive me."

She practically spat out the last few words through gritted teeth, her face clearly showing her humiliation.

Chen Hao scratched his chin, not responding immediately, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he were calculating something. His silence made Mochizuki Chika increasingly anxious; she had already lowered her head, yet this man still showed no sign of letting her go.

Frustrated, she subconsciously looked up and surveyed the room. This was the first time she had carefully observed her surroundings since entering, but her gaze was instantly drawn to the scattered women's clothing on the floor, and a strange smell permeated the air.

She instinctively released her spiritual senses, and in an instant, the limp figure in the bedroom came into her perception. Her face turned deathly pale, and her heart almost stopped beating.

A terrifying thought exploded in her mind: This man... is a pervert! What... what does he want...?

"Miss Mochizuki, you don't want the Japanese National Team to be affected by your personal behavior in this competition, do you?" Chen Hao's voice finally rang out, his tone calm but carrying a hint of profound pressure.

These words struck Mochizuki Chika's heart like a heavy hammer. Her face turned pale and then flushed red, her mind seemingly crashing as she was engulfed in a fierce internal struggle.

On one side was personal chastity and dignity, on the other was family honor and national righteousness. The clothes on the floor, the shadows in the bedroom, and Chen Hao's ambiguous threat led her to mistakenly believe that he was implying even more unbearable demands.

She gritted her teeth, tears welling in her eyes, as the scene of the Mochizuki family being cyberbullied and even purged across Japan after the video was leaked flashed through her mind.

"What...what do you want..." Her voice trembled, tinged with despair, as she stared at Chen Hao with a complex expression, trying to find the answer on his face.

Chen Hao raised an eyebrow and sneered, "Sincerity, Miss Wangyue. What I want is your sincerity."

These vague words, however, became the final straw that broke her reason. Mochizuki Chika's breathing quickened, her hands trembled, and she was torn between two conflicting emotions. She misunderstood Chen Hao's intentions, thinking he wanted more than just an apology; he wanted a more humiliating submission.

Tears streamed down her face. She gritted her teeth, her voice choked with emotion: "Okay..."

"As long as you..." Chen Hao's eyes widened before he could finish speaking.

With trembling hands, Mochizuki Chika unbuttoned her nightgown, the thin fabric slipping to the floor, revealing her smooth skin. Her face flushed crimson, and she slowly knelt down, her knees touching the cold floor with a soft thud.

She lowered her head, her forehead slowly touching the ground, kowtowing in a seated posture, tears dripping onto the ground, leaving wet stains.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong... Whatever you want to do to me, please don't release the video."

Hiss! Chen Hao gasped.

You've got it wrong... No, this is exactly what I want!
(End of this chapter)