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

Chapter 9, Dead Muscle One-Eyed Demon Wolf
Then came the much-anticipated and memorable scene.

“Mo Fan, your fire element talent is quite good, so I plan to give you these resources. From now on, in addition to your regular classes, you can cultivate with Mu Jiangming and the others. You will serve my Mu family from now on,” Mu Zhuoyun said, stroking his beard.

"Are you out of your mind?"

"What did you say!"

"I said, are you out of your mind?!" Mo Fan repeated what he had just said, word by word.

"Don't pretend to be so righteous as if you didn't suppress my family three years ago. I, Mo Fan, am not some idiot who will be loyal to you after you slap me and give me some sweetness. You may have a bad memory, but I remember clearly the things you said to me and my dad three years ago, the things you said to us like we were pet dogs."

"Let me tell you this, you old bastard: don't even think about pulling me into your family now. Even if you packed Mu Ningxue and her dowry up in front of me and begged me to join your family, I wouldn't want her! Do you really think the whole world revolves around your Mu family and expects me to be grateful to you?? I can't think of anything wrong with you today except that you've lost your mind!"

Chen Hao secretly rejoiced at the tirade; this was the youthful arrogance and high spirits of youth, something he had long since lost.

Nowadays, if he wants to take revenge on someone, he won't shout it out loud. He will only endure until he has enough strength, and then use the most shameless means to retaliate a hundred or a thousand times over.

Ultimately, this annual assessment concluded with Mo Fan and Yu Ang's two-year agreement.

……

Grade 11.

Summer vacation passed in the blink of an eye. Unsurprisingly, Chen Hao was placed in the top class and qualified to use the Stardust Magic Artifact—but for him, this low-end item was no longer worth mentioning.

Three months after the start of the semester, Chen Hao's summoning skill finally broke through, advancing to the second tier of the initial stage. The volume of Stardust had increased five or six times compared to the early stage of the initial stage, which meant that his total magical energy had increased dramatically.

The cultivation of life levels, which had been stagnant for a long time, can finally be resumed.

"Have you heard? After this quarter's training ends, we'll begin our mage training."

"What kind of training? They're not going to make us leave the safe zone, are they?"

"You guessed right, it's wilderness training!"

"Really? There are demons outside Anjie. Who will be responsible if something happens?"

"We can't not go; this is an important part of the Magic College Entrance Examination."

"What's there to be afraid of? If we really run into a demon, I'll freeze it into a dog with an ice vine!"

"..."

The classroom was bustling with noise and chatter. Clearly, the word "wilderness training" was an alluring yet slightly frightening prospect for every magic student.

This training will begin with the top students.

After all, the students in the top class have already achieved a high level of proficiency in spellcasting; now it's time to test their combat resilience. Being able to cast spells during an exam doesn't mean they can remain calm in the face of demons. That kind of oppressive feeling is something those who have never witnessed it firsthand can hardly understand.

Chen Hao couldn't help but look forward to all of this.

Although he knew he was quite capable, he had never truly faced a demon before. This was the perfect opportunity to test his limits!
"Brother Hao, have you found a suitable summoned beast yet?"

Zhang Xiaohou, who was sitting in the front row, turned around to talk to him, and Mo Fan, who was sitting next to him, also looked over with interest. All the top students in the class also perked up their ears.

Everyone knows that the summoning class is at its weakest during awakening, but once it successfully summons a beast, it immediately transforms from a junior to a senior. Even the lowest-ranking servant is not something a novice mage can contend with alone.

Now, the whole class is focused on when Chen Hao, the only summoner, will be able to complete his summoning. "Not yet," Chen Hao said casually, seemingly unconcerned.

"Ah...then you can come with me during the training. I'm quick on the road, and if anything happens, I can help you escape," Zhang Xiaohou said with some concern.

Chen Hao glanced at him sideways and said indifferently, "Do you think I've built this body for nothing? Do I need your protection?"

After saying that, he rolled up his sleeve, revealing an arm that was thicker than an average person's thigh, with muscles as clearly defined as if cast in steel.

The class erupted in laughter.

"Wow, bro, you're not really planning to fight monsters head-on with your muscles, are you?"

"He probably wants to be a tough guy who can't use magic, a physical damage mage!"

"Ahem, Chen Hao," Mo Fan couldn't hold back any longer, "Although your body is indeed terrifying, as far as I know, the forelegs of the One-Eyed Demon Wolf are thicker than your waist. If you really engage in close combat, aren't you just going to be sent to your death?"

"That's different," Chen Hao said seriously. "The One-Eyed Demon Wolf's muscles are dead, mine are pure, natural perseverance and hard work!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole class burst into laughter again.

Chen Hao didn't bother to explain. Only when they truly faced the demons would they understand what it meant to summon their own fighting style!
……

The day of the trial arrived quickly.

The elite class has a total of 100 students, divided into 5 groups of 20 each. Each group is led by a teacher and accompanied by two armed instructors.

Each group had a bus, and the five buses set off from the campus in a grand procession, heading towards their destination—Xuefeng Mountain Station.

On the bus where Chen Hao was, everyone on board, including the driver, couldn't help but sneak glances at the back every now and then.

"Chen Hao, are you planning to travel back to the era of cold weapons to fight?" Mo Fan couldn't hold back any longer, his lips twitching.

In the back seat, Chen Hao was completely encased in heavy metal armor, wearing plate armor three centimeters thick. His already imposing figure now resembled an ancient war elephant. He occupied three seats by himself, making the backrests creak loudly.

"Wait, does this guy even know anything about wilderness training? What's the point of bringing this clunky and heavy thing along?"

"I'm really afraid that when I get off the car, the tires will bounce right back to where they were."

"Is this still a mage?"

Chen Hao was too lazy to explain, so he simply closed his eyes to rest, a confident smile playing on his lips.

This armor set is imbued with a father's love—every plate was handcrafted and crafted by Chen Hongsheng. While it may not be considered exquisite or beautiful, and its design is even somewhat rugged and bulky, in Chen Hao's eyes, it is the most precious armor in the world.

It's not like he's competing in combat skills. He doesn't need full-body openwork armor. As long as he can protect his vitals and block the demons' claws and fangs, that's enough.

To deal with demons, you don't need any fancy tricks—just stack up the numbers and you're good to go.

Ancient plate armor was typically only 1 to 4 millimeters thick. What does 3 centimeters thick mean?
That's a thickness that ordinary swords and knives could cut in two with a single strike, but couldn't even make a slit.

Even if Chen Hao himself used the hundred-pound decapitation sword to slash fiercely, he could only leave shallow scratches and could not cut through it at all.

(End of this chapter)