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

Chapter 159, Destroying the Crimson Ornament Guild
This colossal figure was thirty meters tall, its entire body formed from lightning, its physique as powerful as an ancient giant god, with lightning wings on its back and eyes burning with electricity, like a god delivering judgment.

All the red-adorned mages on the ship were so overwhelmed by this oppressive force that they staggered and knelt down. Even just looking at them felt like staring directly at a mountain of thunder!
"How is this possible?!" Casso's expression changed drastically.

In his perception, it was as if a true demon overlord had appeared before him, not one whose physical body could compare to his, but one who resembled a overlord in every way. Even he would find it difficult to contend with a demon of that level.

Thunder Titan raised his hand, clenched his fist, and rings of lightning spread out like ripples, instantly paralyzing the entire power system on the cruise ship's deck. The lights flickered and went out, leaving only the shadow of lightning reflected in the sky!
"Thunderous Strike Fist!!!"

Thunder Titan slammed onto the deck, instantly transforming into a bolt of lightning that shot upwards, unleashing a powerful punch!
Kaso gritted his teeth and roared, poison gas instantly spreading throughout his body. His muscles bulged, his petrified skin transformed into black-gold armor, and his arms sprouted poisonous veins resembling rock spikes and snake scales. He became like a poisonous rock demon general, forcefully withstanding Chen Hao's attack!
"boom!!!!--"

In a single engagement, half of the deck shattered, the cruise ship rocked violently, and hundreds of tons of seawater flooded into the hull, causing the crew to flee in panic!
But this is only the first blow!
Thunder Titan unleashed a furious barrage of punches, like a tempestuous storm!

Second strike!
The third blow!

The tenth strike!!!

Kasuo roared and retaliated relentlessly, unleashing waves of poison, collapsing stone pillars, and wind blades like dragons. But under the Thunder Titan's heavy punches, his body began to crack, his petrified armor shattered, poisonous blood splattered, and even the raging winds were shattered by the lightning!
The nineteenth strike!

Chen Hao leaped into the sky, merging with the shadow of the Thunder Titan, gathering all his battle qi, and roared!
"Soul-Severing Thunder Strike!!!"

A lightning fist, as if divinely ordained, pierced through the sky and crashed down!

"boom!!!!!!--"

Kaso was punched into the cruise ship's core engine room, his body shattered and his bones broken. The dignified leader of the Red Ornament Guild was completely powerless to resist.

Chen Hao's gaze fell on the two stunned deputies, who were clearly Kaso's trusted subordinates. Unfortunately, they couldn't get involved in the battle just now; their high-level magic was like a tickle to Chen Hao.

"Do you want to die or live?" Chen Hao asked coldly.

The two exchanged a glance and then slid to their knees at lightning speed.

"Sir, please give me your orders."

……

On the west side of the deck, flames soared into the sky, and lightning bolts roared!

"—Thunderbolt Death Ray!!!"

Lightning surged from Mo Fan's arms, and lightning constellations rapidly lit up around him, creating a breathtaking spectacle as if stars had fallen to earth.

Two beams of death light, as black as night but crackling with purple-blue lightning, shot out from his palms and converged in front of a red-adorned mage who was attempting to construct a high-level constellation!
"boom!!!--"

The instant the thunder and lightning converged, it was as if space itself was torn apart, unleashing a thunderous vortex that devoured everything!

The purplish-black arcs of lightning roared like thunder serpents, shooting straight into the sky. The high-level mage in red ornaments was blasted high into the air before he could even scream. His body convulsed and tumbled in the air, as if he were being whipped wildly by the whip of the thunder god. The magical protection on the surface of his body collapsed one by one, leaving his body covered in scorch marks!

Mo Fan's gaze sharpened. He took a step forward, and several more arcs of lightning shot out like arrows, turning the enemies who tried to come to his aid into charred remains.

"These pirates are nothing special." He sneered, the lightning arc still swirling wildly on his arm!
In the iron passageway on the other side, a high-ranking mage from the Crimson Ornament Guild had just completed a constellation and was smugly trying to take the opportunity to ambush Mo Fan.

But suddenly—

"Ghostly punishment".

A cold, deep voice sounded behind him, like the pronouncement of death.

"Varied--"

Before he could finish speaking, a ghostly black hand emerged from the shadows and grabbed his neck!
"Ah—uh-uh!!"

The red-clad sorcerer's eyes bulged as he struggled frantically, but the evil spirit seemed alive, clinging to him relentlessly.

Ai Jiangtu slowly walked out, his eyes deep and calm, and placed a palm on the mage's chest.

"Evil Spider Sealing Technique!"

The demon's hand instantly transformed into several scarlet chains, binding the target's entire body. With a flick of Ai Jiangtu's fingertip, a black rune entered the target's body, causing his soul to tremble!
"—Ughhhhhh!!!"

The monk let out a heart-wrenching scream, as if his soul had been ripped out. He writhed and convulsed in agony within the chains, until finally his pupils dilated and he collapsed unconscious.

The two attacked together and were invincible, wiping out all the high-ranking cadres, leaving a river of blood!
……

Flames, thunder, and shadowy attacks rose and fell across the cruise ship's deck.

Chen Hao focused on the central battle, while Mo Fan and Ai Jiangtu attacked from both sides. Other team members, such as Zhao Manyan, Jiang Yu, and Guan Yu, were also clearing out the surrounding weaker units.

The Red Ornament Guild, once hailed as the number one underground force in the Caribbean, is now suffering a crushing defeat under the thunderous attack of this small team. The cruise ship begins to tilt and shake, as if the end of the world is approaching!

Boom——! !

The Crown ship shook violently, and a steel bulkhead torn apart by the aftershocks of Chen Hao's battle collapsed, allowing a large amount of seawater to rush in through the breach!

The giant ship, which had once floated like a castle on the sea, was now a scene of devastation, with its deck shattered, smoke billowing, flames raging, and the entire ship beginning to slowly tilt.

"The ship is sinking!" Jiang Yu exclaimed, nearly slipping into the gap between the hatches.

"Don't panic, leave it to her."

Jiang Shaoxu gazed calmly at the distant sea. Everyone looked in the direction of her voice and saw a figure in white who had somehow appeared on the sea breeze, her silver hair fluttering gently in the wind.

Mu Ningxue has arrived.

She stood quietly at the stern of the deck, her gaze cool and aloof, as she slowly raised her arms.

Frost spread rapidly beneath her feet, and rings of stars bloomed around her like a spiritual array made of ice and snow, their starlight cold and beautiful, their ice crystals swirling.

"—Frozen in the Ice."

The next second, an extremely cold, icy blue light erupted from her body!
Centered on the Crown, the entire sea area seemed to be shrouded in an invisible chill. The rolling waves froze instantly, and the sea surface within a few hundred meters around the ship formed a thick layer of ice at a visible speed!

Click click click click click—!!
The power of ice spread rapidly, freezing the waves, locking the surging water, and even sealing the rift chamber that had not yet completely sunk into the water with an ice wall.

Mu Ningxue stood in the center of the icy plain, her white robes billowing even without wind, like an ice and snow goddess descending to earth.

"As expected of Goddess Mu," Zhao Manyan exclaimed.

"So handsome!" Jiang Yu exclaimed.

"Damn it, what are you pretending for?!" Mu Tingying's eyes reddened, and she unconsciously tightened her grip on the ice lock.

"Click!!!"

Several henchmen, frozen into ice sculptures, shattered into ice shards...

……

The battle ended, and the air was filled with the scorching and salty smell of blood. On the badly damaged deck, the waning moon shone like blood, reflecting a scene that resembled purgatory.

Nearly three or four hundred people were gathered on the wrecked deck. The west side of the ship had collapsed, and seawater was slowly seeping in through the broken compartments, but the entire ship was still barely afloat on the frozen sea. On the deck, some people were neatly dressed but looked frightened. Most of them were cooks, waiters, performers, and a few overseas workers who had been forced to stay.

They had nothing to do with bloodshed and violence, yet they were forced to witness a magical battle, even teetering on the brink of life and death.

This is the most humble character in the magical world, whose fate is always caught up in it, and whose casualties are almost inevitable.

Chen Hao stood in the center, looking at their terrified faces, and couldn't help but sigh softly: "This is the tragedy of the weak."

He tasked Nan Rongni and Jiang Shaoxu with comforting these ordinary people and immediately decided to allocate a large sum of compensation from the spoils of war to ensure that they could leave safely and be reborn after reaching the shore.

With Chen Hao's status as a five-star hunter master, his position was almost equivalent to that of a city mayor. He could easily make a phone call to the Hunter Alliance and immediately issue a rescue mission. Before long, the ordinary people on the ship were safely rescued.

On the north side of the deck, however, the situation was completely different.

More than two hundred Red Ornament Guild mages were either lying dead in pools of blood or kneeling on the ground, trembling and afraid to move.

Having lost their fighting ability, they were like reefs exposed to the cold sea wind after the tide receded. Gone was their former arrogance; instead, they curled up like livestock waiting to be slaughtered.

Several surviving high-level mages lay on the ground groaning. They had been torn apart by various high-level spells, their flesh mangled and bloody. They had lost their magic and even their most basic ability to escape.

As for Kaso, he was hanging from the metal pillar of the main control panel, his body charred and broken, his limbs severed, and his mental world violently destroyed by Chen Hao, leaving him a cripple.

Looking at all this, Zhao Manyan couldn't help but click his tongue: "I used to think that killing a demon commander was pretty awesome... but now I think it's just so-so."

Mo Fan, however, remained much calmer. He gently retracted the lightning star map and walked to Chen Hao's side: "What do we do now?"

"Same as always, squeeze out all our savings, give them a quick death, and then collect the bounty on their heads. Kaso is affiliated with the American Magic Association, so the bounty will probably be quite high," Chen Hao said.

Everyone was already very familiar with the process; it was simply a matter of overcoming moral pressure. Even if the target was a powerful figure like Casso, they would have no choice but to obediently hand over all their savings.

As the guild leader of the Crimson Ornament Guild, Kaso's wealth is considerable. The magical resources and cash in his storage magic artifacts alone are worth over two billion. If it weren't for his status, he probably would have already bought the Star Sea Celestial Vein to advance to the Super Rank.

However, all of this now benefits Chen Hao.

……

The Asian Magic Association is located in the United Arab Emirates, in what is known as the Dubai Wizard Tower.

At this moment, the national team's mentors from various countries gathered in the sky conference room on the top floor of the tower. The entire conference room was surrounded by nearly transparent floor-to-ceiling glass and a dome, with an endless expanse of azure sky all around and above, making it feel as if one were floating among the clouds.

In this highest hall of Asian mages, even forbidden-level mages frequently come and go. If someone were to wait at the entrance for a long time, they might just catch a glimpse of a legendary figure.

Feng Li and Song He, the mentors from the Chinese side, sat on one side of the round table, while the head seat was presided over by the representative of the UAE. Mentors from other countries, such as Japan, India, South Korea, and Thailand, also took their seats in turn.

The focus of this meeting was how to distribute the Dark Lord's Cloak, a gift personally bestowed by the Holy Mage.

“In my opinion, our Japanese students are no less capable than those from the Dragon Kingdom.” Japanese instructor Fujikata Nobuko stood up, her tone resolute. “Therefore, I hope this cloak can be bestowed upon our outstanding Shadow-type student—Ming Bu Song.”

Upon hearing this, Feng Li couldn't help but sneer: "What a joke! Don't forget, our students slew countless sea monsters in your Donghai City, and solved the Nazca Curse in Peru, rescuing countless disaster victims. Even the Peruvian government voluntarily handed over resources that originally belonged to them as a token of gratitude."

He scoffed, "On the other hand, your Japanese students are just doing some basic surveys on the outskirts of the rainforest. Any hunter group could do that."

Although the mentors did not personally accompany the training teams, all the mission records of the National University students were fed back in real time and scored by official evaluators from the Asia Society.

With valuable resources now concentrated in one place, allocation naturally prioritizes contribution. In this respect, the Dragon Kingdom clearly has an overwhelming advantage.

"Alright, both of you, please calm down." The white-robed elder at the head of the table interrupted the argument, his voice calm yet authoritative. "We invited you here to handle this matter fairly. Currently, the most qualified contenders are China, Japan, and—India."

"When did India get added to the mix?" Feng Li frowned, slightly displeased.

"Let me finish speaking first." The white-robed elder calmly swept his gaze over the three representatives. "As far as we know, the national academy students from your three countries are currently training in the Caribbean. As for the ownership of the cloak, let them fight for it themselves, rather than relying on you to list your achievements."

"Do you want them to fight?" Songhe frowned.

“Of course not. We do not encourage direct conflict between national governments,” the old man in white explained. “However, the Temple of Liberty in New York has been plagued by the Red Ornament Guild’s rampage recently. The guild is powerful and has many informants. The temple has repeatedly tried to suppress them but failed, resulting in frequent disturbances to several villages and towns.”

"My suggestion is that you three countries' students join forces to wipe out the Red Ornament Guild and restore peace to the Caribbean. This will serve as the final evaluation criterion for the cloak."

The meeting room fell silent upon hearing this.

The Indian instructor spoke first: "Isn't it too risky to let the students deal with the Crimson Ornament Guild? Those people are not ordinary bandits."

“Indeed, those corrupt monks are extremely cruel. If there is even the slightest mistake, the students may suffer unforeseen consequences,” a female evaluator said with concern.

The Crimson Guild has long been on the wanted lists of various continental magic associations. It is a veritable international evil force, and even experienced mages may not be able to get along with them. Their cruel methods are well known.

“I have no objection.” Feng Li stated directly, “Experience is never child’s play. The moment you step onto the path of a mage, you should be prepared to face death. I believe my students will deliver a heavy blow to the Red Ornament Guild.”

"Hmph, just a bunch of clowns." Fujifusa Nobuko was not to be outdone. "Among our students, there are already those who are no less than temple mages. Dealing with a few bandits is more than enough."

The Indian side's expression was not good. Both countries had made their stance clear, and it would be unreasonable for them not to fight back. But he knew better than anyone how terrifying the Red Ornaments Guild was.

"To ensure safety, we have communicated with the Temple of Liberty in the United States," the old man in white added. "Several temple mages will be secretly assisting. On the one hand, we will try to completely eradicate the Red Ornament Guild, and on the other hand, we will ensure that your students can receive timely support in times of crisis."

"That's good, that's good." The Indian side finally nodded, their expression softening considerably.

Even with the support of temple mages, students may still find themselves in danger, but at least they are not fighting alone.

"Since that's the case—" the old man in white looked around at everyone, his tone firm, "then it's settled!"

Just then, the heavy conference door was suddenly pushed open.

A communications mage wearing a silver-blue magic cloak strode in and presented a crystal scroll that shimmered with spatial fluctuations: "Urgent report, a message has just arrived from the Temple of Freedom."

The elder in the first seat raised an eyebrow, reached out and took it. After chanting a spell, the crystal scroll unfurled in mid-air, and a short message recorded by the head of the Temple of Freedom appeared on the round table.

In the video, a solemn-looking blond mage in temple robes states to a mirror: "The Temple of Freedom has officially verified the body of a high-ranking fallen mage yesterday. Identity confirmed—Guild Master of the Red Ornament Guild: Kaso. A-level ruthlessness, once listed in the top 100 of the international black magic wanted list, with a bounty of 15 billion yuan!"

"Killer: Five-Star Hunter Master Chen Hao".

boom!
The entire conference room seemed to freeze as if struck by lightning.

Songhe stared wide-eyed and murmured, "The Red Ornament Guild... was wiped out by Chen Hao?"

Feng Li suddenly stood up, a smile creeping onto his face: "I knew that kid wouldn't let me down."

Japanese instructor Fujikata Nobuko's expression changed slightly, but she forced herself to remain calm: "Wait... this is impossible! Doesn't the Crimson Ornament Guild have at least eight high-level mages and hundreds of magic mercenaries?"

The Indian instructor's face turned ashen. He quickly recalled his own remarks from three days ago, emphasizing how dangerous it was. He felt as if he had been slapped twice in the face, his pride burning.

What shocked everyone even more were the words "Five-Star Hunter Master".

That title is only awarded by the International Hunters Union if you complete at least thirty Commander-level hunts and earn the corresponding contribution points!

A mere captain of the National Guard has already become a five-star Hunter Master!!!
(End of this chapter)