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

Chapter 3, Violence Makes its Debut

Before he knew it, he had arrived at Mingwen Middle School, a private girls' school that gathers the most tender and beautiful girls in the entire Bocheng, and it is also a place that Chen Hao visits every day.

Simply put, those pale, white thighs are indeed pleasing to the eye.

Chen Hao deliberately ran a lap around Mingwen Middle School before preparing to leave, satisfied.

Just then, some noisy sounds came from the alleyway leading to the hill, and upon closer listening, they sounded somewhat familiar.

Chen Hao curiously moved towards the small hill. As soon as he stepped out of the alley, a small lawn that had been arranged like a park came into view, and a wooden swing covered with vines caught his attention.

Mo Fan's younger sister, Ye Xinxia, ​​was sitting quietly inside, her wheelchair nowhere to be seen. Mo Fan was also there, but he was now storming angrily towards the pavilion on the hill.

There were five people up there, all looking like petty thugs. Two of them were quite big. If nothing unexpected happened, they were the ones who took Ye Xinxia's wheelchair.

Alright, Chen Hao understood; this was a replay of the original plot.

The next development should be the moment when Mo Fan reveals his initial-level lightning magic, the Lightning Seal, to show off and slap people in the face.

Thinking of this, Chen Hao quickly rushed towards the hillside pavilion. Such a great opportunity to show off—oops, with his close relationship with Mo Fan, how could he stand idly by?

Perfect timing! Before learning how to hunt demons, one must first see blood. I was just worried about not finding a suitable human punching bag.

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Hillside Pavilion
"Hey Xu Bing, isn't this a bit too ungentlemanly?" the young man, with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a few playing cards in his hand, said slowly.

"Manners?" Xu Bing scoffed, flicking the cards in her hand. "This is the sixteenth time I've sincerely confessed my feelings to her. Isn't it reasonable to give her time to consider? Besides, I've been sitting here waiting. What fault can she possibly have?"

"Exactly, if you refuse, just leave... A royal flush, hahaha! Pay up, double the money!" The young man in ripped jeans excitedly slapped the deck of cards, his tone full of mockery and smugness.

Xu Bing squinted, leaned against a pillar in the pavilion, and struck a roguish pose: "Let's play a few more rounds, until it gets dark, and see if that girl panics."

However, before the next round of cards could be dealt, a black figure coldly walked towards the pavilion.

"Hey? Isn't that... that girl's neighbor's brother?"

The group exchanged glances, paused for a moment, and then curled their lips into a mocking smile.

Good heavens, they've delivered themselves right to my doorstep! They've ruined my plans time and time again, but today all my brothers are here, so I'll show you what it means to have the power of numbers!
"Brothers, grab your weapons!" Xu Bing's eyes were fierce as he suddenly stood up from the stone bench, his gaze meeting Mo Fan's. The tension instantly escalated.

The man in jeans, the young man smoking a cigarette, the man wearing a headband, and the man in a down jacket all stood up, eager to get started.

Mo Fan remained expressionless, coldly observing this group of low-class thugs as if they were a bunch of animals waiting to be cooked.

Xu Bing licked his lips, about to continue his sarcasm: "Hmph, kid, let me tell you this, someone like your sister, to be noticed by me, Xu Bing, is the luckiest thing that could have happened to her in several lifetimes—do you think everyone is like me, even though she's disabled—"

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp gust of wind suddenly swept past his ear!

Snapped--!
A solid flying kick sent Xu Bing flying sideways, landing headfirst in the grass next to the pavilion like a broken sack. His teeth and blood sprayed all over the ground, his face was deformed from the kick, and he didn't even have time to scream before he passed out.

"Fuck you, how dare you touch my brother Mo Fan!"

The one who made the move was Chen Hao, who had just arrived. He steadied himself and his eyes were so excited they looked like he wanted to devour someone.

The thugs were all dumbfounded. No one expected that this guy who suddenly appeared would be so ruthless, aiming to cripple them. Mo Fan was also slightly taken aback. The lightning seal he had just formed quietly dissipated. Two against four? It didn't seem unacceptable, saving him from revealing his secret of dual lightning and fire elements.

"Damn it! Get him!" The cowboy was the first to react, roaring as he pulled out his baton and charged at Chen Hao.

"Just because you have a baton doesn't mean you can do anything!" Chen Hao sneered, reaching behind his back to pull out a five-section steel baton with a diameter of 4 centimeters.

"when!"

The baton flew out of his hand in a flash, the four sections of steel pipe instantly locked and extended, and a 1.3-meter-long cold light swept out almost in the blink of an eye!

It struck first, hitting the cowboy's hand precisely.

"Crack——!"

The cracking sound of bones breaking almost drowned out the other man's screams. The baton slipped from his hand, and the cowboy squatted down in pain, half of his arm hanging limply, the outline of his skeleton barely visible.

Given Chen Hao's current physique, wielding this "fatherly love baton" would at least result in a comminuted fracture.

Why is it called the Father's Love Baton? Because it was handcrafted by his father, a master fitter, using high-alloy steel. It weighs ten pounds, heavier than a hammer on a construction site. Isn't that a testament to his father's love?

But this is just the beginning.

Chen Hao stepped forward, chased after the cowboy who had crouched down, and slammed the stick into his back again!

“Bang——!”

The other person was whipped to the ground like a rag doll.

Then came the second, third, and fourth strikes... each strike was steady and ruthless. The ten-pound baton seemed weightless in Chen Hao's hands, slashing down again and again with afterimages.

Six strikes per second? That's too conservative.

Ten blows per second are a fitting description of his current physical abilities.

The baton lashed out from the spine down to the knee, tearing the cowboy's clothes and ripping his back raw, blood splattering everywhere. Had Chen Hao not deliberately held back, the man would have been dead on the spot.

When Chen Hao stopped, an eerie silence fell over the entire pavilion.

The cowboy lay sprawled on the ground like a tattered sack, his clothes torn to shreds by the sticks, blood and mud seeping into the ground. His spine was covered in twisted bruises, and he was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to convulse, only able to groan intermittently, lying there like a dead dog.

The other thugs were completely dumbfounded, their faces ashen, the knives and sticks in their hands trembling, and they even began to wonder if they had encountered a human beast.

"Murder...murder!!!!" the man in the hood suddenly cried out.

Chen Hao's eyes turned cold. He took a step forward and swung his baton at a powerful angle. The baton tip was like a black afterimage, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, and slammed hard into the man's mouth.

"Crack!"

Teeth mixed with blood splattered everywhere. The man in the hood was spun halfway around by the blow and fell to the ground with a thud. His face was contorted in pain, and he rolled on the ground, clutching his mouth. Even his screams were muffled by the mouthful of blood, leaving only a series of indistinct whimpers.

(End of this chapter)