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

Chapter 62, Second Year of University
In his second year of university, Chen Hao successfully entered the main campus.

Mo Fan followed the path from the original story, enrolling in the Summoning Department and beginning his flamboyant "show-off journey".

"Chen Hao, is this what you meant by protecting me?" Mo Fan asked in a low voice, looking uneasy.

At this moment, the crowd in front of Qingdou Hall, which was originally as large as a sea, seemed to have been suddenly dispersed by force. When Chen Hao and Mo Fan walked by, a vacuum zone automatically appeared around them.

The students watching looked at them as if they were some kind of plague, preferring to huddle together rather than get any closer.

Mo Fan's lips twitched: "Your reputation in Mingzhu seems to be even worse than I imagined."

Chen Hao smiled faintly: "You're shocked? Don't worry, in a few days you'll enjoy the same VIP treatment."

"Thanks, brother, but really no need!" Mo Fan quickly waved his hand, with an expression that said, "You can live as long as you stay away from me."

That's right, today is the most exciting day in the Qing Campus – the Beast Fighting Tournament.

Many supporting characters from the original work will appear today, which naturally piques Chen Hao's curiosity, especially since he wants to get to know Zhao Manyan, a rich second-generation.

Meanwhile, the crowd was already in an uproar:

"Isn't that Chen Hao? Didn't that jinx go to the main campus? Why is he back?"

"He's probably just back to join in the fun... but who's that next to him?"

"Looks like a freshman, maybe he's here to support him?"

"Hmph! He stole all the resources from our department last year, and now he dares to come back and show off? Once he's gone, I'll beat that freshman to death!"

"That person is a summoner???"

"Summoning system? Hehehe... Good, good, I'll find a few tough freshmen later and teach them a lesson."

Mo Fan listened to the whispers around him, his expression gradually becoming complicated, and a chill ran down his spine. If it weren't for Chen Hao's genuine care for him at the Azure Sky Hunting Grounds over the past year, he might have really considered running away.

"Do you know why they hate me?" Chen Hao suddenly laughed, a somewhat wicked laugh, as if he had remembered something particularly pleasant.

"Why?" Mo Fan asked, looking puzzled.

"Because the rules of the Beast Fighting Tournament are that summoning students must defeat one hundred challengers in order to keep their original resources. But if they can win two hundred consecutive battles, they can plunder the resources of the entire department."

Chen Hao's lips curled into a smile, a mixture of anticipation and provocation in his eyes: "Guess why they hate me?"

Mo Fan's expression gradually froze, and his eyes widened: "You mean... you really did it last year?"

"Wait, I'm also a summoner, so can I be one too?" Mo Fan's eyes lit up immediately.

Soon, the beast fighting tournament began.

Chen Hao deliberately found a seat at the very front to watch the game, but there were several rows of empty seats around him, clearly indicating that no one wanted to get close to him.

"Sister Mu, look at that person. I heard he's the previous Demon King." Not far away, Ai Tutu pointed at Chen Hao and said to Mu Nujiao.

Mu Nujiao followed Ai Tutu's finger and looked down at the burly man sitting quietly in the front row.

He stood tall and straight, wearing a silver-gray coat, his face calm and composed, as if the gazes around him deliberately distancing themselves from him and the empty seats meant nothing to him.

"He's Chen Hao?" Mu Nujiao's eyes narrowed slightly, her brows furrowing. "Plundering all the resources of the system...isn't that just a legend?"

Ai Tutu nodded seriously: "It's true. My older sister was there at the time. She said that all the freshmen in the Qing campus were made to cry by him that day. This guy's fighting style is not magical at all. He's more like an ancient cavalryman, riding a horse, drawing a bow and shooting arrows."

Mu Nujiao remained silent for a moment, but a hint of interest appeared in her eyes.

"A melee mage? Light magic as a secondary element. This guy is quite interesting." Her voice was low and slow, but there was a hint of tentative appreciation in her words.

"Sister Mu, what do you think? Am I good enough for you?" Ai Tutu peeked out and gossiped in a low voice.

"You brat! What are you saying?"

……

After Dean Xiao's passionate speech, the enthusiasm of all the freshmen was ignited, and the atmosphere of the Beast Fighting Competition reached its climax.

Because the previous "Chen Hao incident" was so shocking, Dean Xiao explained all the rules clearly at the beginning of the session, speaking with exceptional seriousness, for fear that another major incident might occur.

This year's summoning class was noticeably less impressive than the previous one. Apart from Zheng Bingxiao, who was deliberately hiding his true abilities, almost everyone else was only mediocre.

As expected, the Summoning system, after a series of defeats, barely managed to defeat fewer than fifty challengers and had no choice but to hastily pass the hot potato to Mo Fan, who appeared last.

Mo Fan, however, is not one to keep a low profile.

As soon as he stepped onto the stage, it was as if he were standing in the center of a spotlight, radiant and arrogant, his face full of youthful arrogance.

He walked to the center of the ring, glanced at the sea of ​​challengers in the stands, and suddenly raised his hand to gesture for quiet.

"Excuse me, everyone!" He smirked, but his tone was unusually serious: "I have a problem, which is that I burn through resources more than the average magician."

He paused, then spread his hands, adopting an air of self-righteousness:
"So... I want all your resources!"

boom!
The audience erupted in uproar.

"Holy crap, that's arrogant?"

"Who is this kid? He's so arrogant!"

"Another monster has emerged in the summoning class? They've only just changed players and they're already daring to yell at the whole arena?"

"Let's give him a try, who wants to go first?"

"Damn it, I'm going to beat the shit out of him!"

"Sister Mu, quickly teach this guy a lesson."

As Chen Hao listened to Mo Fan's speech, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and he muttered to himself, "As expected of you."

……

As expected, after a difficult battle where he pretended to be weak while actually being strong, Mo Fan finally defeated all the challengers. When Mu Nujiao's Kun Forest technique was broken by Shadow Escape, a close-range lightning seal knocked her down.

The number of challengers has finally reached 200!

The entire place fell silent, then wails erupted!
"Resources... are gone again..."

"Why is it another summoner... another 200 wins..."

"Why are there two of these monsters?!"

Many students who were still alive from the previous year broke down on the spot, burying their faces in their hands and weeping, their eyes glazed over. Some pounded the ground and wailed, while others simply collapsed to the ground, as if they had lost their parents.

"It's all over... I risked my life to fight for resources, and in the end... he got them all?"

"Are summoners cheating?!"

"Why bother with the exams at all... what's the point of learning magic then..."

Below the stage, a scene of utter despair and despair unfolded. For two whole years, all the resources of the two consecutive Beast Fighting Tournaments had been monopolized by the Summoning faction.

And these two people happen to know each other.

"Quiet!!!"

A thunderous roar shook the entire arena, instantly silencing all cries of sorrow.

Dean Xiao, dressed in a formal robe, stood on the high platform, his face stern, his gaze sweeping across the entire room like a sharp blade.

"Public resources are not a lot, and they won't affect your cultivation progress at all. The reason you are angry is because you can't accept that they have fallen into the hands of one person!"

"I am very disappointed. To whine, waver, and even shout 'I don't want to study anymore' for such a small amount of resources... Do any of you even deserve to be called students of Pearl Academy?"

For a moment, they were speechless. The students who had just been complaining angrily all lowered their heads.

Dean Xiao's gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on several pale-faced, defiant senior students.

"You think you've been taken advantage of, but you should really ask yourselves—why should they win against you?"

"Is it because of the resources of powerful families?" He sneered.

Someone in the crowd couldn't help but scoff under their breath.

Dean Xiao suddenly raised his hand and called out by name, "What are you laughing at? Let me tell you—whether it's Chen Hao, who swept the Beast Fighting Tournament last year, or Mo Fan, who defeated two hundred people this year, they both come from Bo City! Bo City, a city under the Blood Alert, they left their hometowns, had no background, no support, and relied entirely on themselves!"

"While you're sleeping in late in your dorms and partying in bars, they're already honing their skills in the hunting grounds and battling demons in the wilderness! What right do you have to question them?"

"Resources are given to the strong; this is the rule, and more importantly, it's reality! You don't even have the courage to accept reality, yet you dare to talk about challenging demons and protecting humanity?"

As soon as the words fell, the whole place fell silent.

Dean Xiao waved his long sleeves, as if a magic seal had been struck down, and his voice was as loud as a bell, deafening and resounding.

"What Pearl Academy needs are magicians who dare to fight against demons, dare to break the status quo, and dare to participate in fair competition! Not those who fantasize about taking shortcuts, are lazy, and only want to be superior to others!"

"I hereby declare the Beast Fighting Tournament officially over! All public resources for this semester belong to the Summoning Department! Anyone who instigates further disturbances will not be spared!"

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(End of this chapter)