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

Chapter 160, Battle of the American Pavilion
No matter how unwilling they were, the undeniable facts were right in front of them, and Xiao Rizi and the Indian had no choice but to hand over the Dark Lord's Cloak, and this treasure smoothly fell into Chen Hao's hands.

Unfortunately, this thing was completely useless to him, so he could only sell it to Mo Fan at a friendly price.

By this time, the National Team had already left the Caribbean Sea and finished their match against Mexico.

It took Chen Hao and the others a whole month to fully digest the experience gained from the Red Ornament Guild, and almost everyone's strength underwent a qualitative change.

Chen Hao's summoning system advanced to the second level of the high-level system, and Xiao Yanji also successfully advanced to the commander level with the feeding of two soul seeds, and mastered a higher form of Heaven and Earth Tribulation Flame, which is already a soul fire with the Tribulation Flame Domain.

With the remaining money, Chen Hao arranged a brand new set of equipment for himself, including control magic artifacts, energy recovery magic artifacts, mind-concentrating magic artifacts, light-elemental amplification magic artifacts, and summoning magic artifacts. Each one was quite valuable, comparable to the Dark Lord's Cloak, and extremely rare even for high-level mages.

The others also reaped considerable rewards. Although Chen Hao couldn't share the profits equally with them, he still gave half of his share. Including the previous destruction of several strongholds, the total gains amounted to over six billion. This was only because many gray fixed assets couldn't be cashed out; otherwise, the gains would have been even greater.

Even so, each person can still get two or three hundred million, which is much faster than the training mission. Everyone is eager for more Red Ornament Guilds to join, but such fat sheep without a background are not easy to find.

……

After successfully obtaining the Mexican National Medal, Chen Hao and his team finally arrived at their next destination—the United States.

Unlike Mexico's lackluster national pavilion, the United States, as the world's leading magical power, undoubtedly carries the heaviest weight in its national pavilion throughout the entire journey. Whether or not they can win this medal will be a tremendous test for all the National Team members.

The United States Pavilion is located on Liberty Island, off the coast of New York.

On this island stands a goddess statue that pierces the sky—it is not a sculpture, but a real magical building.

The Temple of Liberty, the highest authority of the American Magical Association, is located inside this statue of the goddess.

It was an indescribable visual impact—viewed from the harbor, the entire statue of the goddess was bathed in a radiant glow of holy blue and gold, as if an ancient Greek goddess had descended to earth. Holding a codex and a torch, her face was solemn and serene, as if she were looking down upon the entire magical world.

"Don't tell me... this entire statue of a goddess is the Temple of Liberty?" Mo Fan looked up at the colossal statue and couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

Chen Hao nodded slightly, his tone calm and devoid of any respect: "The core of the temple is just above her neck."

The team members had already boarded the special magical elevator, entering through the skirt of the goddess statue and slowly ascending along the internal vertical passage.

Between the waist and thighs lies a massive seven-story hall for mages.

This place is home to the world's top magical research facilities, spell testing grounds, elemental testing grounds, and a council hall for specially appointed mages from various countries.

Depending on the mage's level, the floors they can enter are also restricted. Even world-class players like the National Team can only freely move within the fourth floor at most.

Further up lies the true core area of ​​the Temple of Liberty, open only to the temple's mages. Clad in golden-blue robes, they are the enforcers and decision-makers of the entire American magical world, and the coveted figures of countless mages worldwide.

After receiving Kaso's bounty, Chen Hao took the opportunity to explain the details of the Red Ornament Guild's destruction to the official of the Temple of Freedom.

The Temple of Liberty had already sent people to investigate, and now they have all the evidence, results, and heads. Even the Red Ornament Guild's remaining stronghold in the Caribbean has been destroyed. Chen Hao and his team's actions have done them a great favor.

A golden-robed high-ranking mage personally received Chen Hao, expressed the Temple of Freedom's gratitude to him, and even extended an olive branch to him after learning that he had killed Kasuo on his own.

However, Chen Hao politely declined.

"My goal for this trip is to obtain the Order of the National Museum, so I won't bother you any longer."

"Okay, I'll have someone take you there, Oluna!!!"

……

Led by the temple mage Oruna, the Dragon Kingdom team and others arrived at the American Pavilion.

As soon as they stepped into the U.S. Pavilion, Chen Hao and his group were drawn to a huge display board in front of them.

Jiang Shaoxu, with her sharp eyes, first noticed the silver plaque hanging high on the wall of the main hall. On the plaque, rows of national flags were neatly arranged, with dates marked beside them, but at the end of each line, a striking red "X" was prominently displayed!
"What is this?" Jiang Shaoxu asked in confusion.

“Record it,” Oluna replied casually, “Record every national team that comes to challenge the U.S. National Pavilion.”

“These forks…” Zhao Manyan leaned closer, squinted, and took a closer look. His lips twitched. “Could it be… that the challenge failed?”

No one responded, but the answer was self-evident.

Zhao Manyan clicked his tongue and casually flipped up the page, only to have his eyes widen in disbelief as he flipped through more than a dozen pages—almost no country had escaped the fate of being marked with a red cross!
"Damn, that's too ruthless!" Jiang Yu's scalp tingled as he watched. "These countries... aren't all small nations; many are top-ten teams from previous years!"

“Check the top again.” A young man in an American-style tactical robe walked over, his tone carrying a hint of pride and nonchalant mockery. “So far this year, not a single team has succeeded.”

Zhao Manyan's face turned green, and he couldn't help but mutter to himself, "Seriously pretentious..."

Just then, Jiang Shaoxu suddenly pointed to a line at the bottom of the display board, and his expression changed.

"Wait, this line... is it for today?"

Everyone looked in the direction she was pointing.

That line clearly read:

[China Dragon Kingdom National Government Team] [Time: Today] [Result: ×]

The air suddenly seemed to freeze.

Before they even began the challenge, their fate was already sealed as failure.

"What do you mean?" Ai Jiangtu frowned, his tone filled with anger.

“Ah, that must have been arranged by our captain.” Another American member, Fromm, walked over and smiled somewhat sarcastically. “He doesn’t like to waste time, and since you guys couldn’t win anyway, he wrote down the results in advance to save himself the trouble of making changes later.”

"You guys are really looking down on people." Nan Jue said coldly.

Fromm shrugged. "It's not that I look down on you, but experience tells us—you won't succeed. Look at all those countries, many of which are ranked higher than you, and they've all been marked with a red cross."

Do you think you can be an exception?

Chen Hao hadn't spoken until now, then he turned to Oluna and said, "Are all your people like this? Aren't you going to do anything about it?"

Oruna shrugged, indicating that she couldn't help.

"Well then, if you lose, I can't guarantee I won't humiliate your national medals," Chen Hao warned.

Upon hearing this, Oruna's expression turned serious. The American National Pavilion Medal features the Statue of Liberty, symbolizing both the American National Pavilion and the Temple of Liberty. If the other party were to act recklessly, she would be in deep trouble.

Oruna gritted her teeth and finally spoke to Ferome.

"Go, wipe that fork clean."

Fromm was stunned, seemingly unable to believe his ears: "What did you say?"

"Wipe it off." Oluna's tone was firm, but her eyes revealed a hint of worry.

But that is—

“I know what that is!” Oluna interrupted him coldly. “These people are no ordinary challengers… I don’t want to repeat myself!”

Fromm gritted his teeth, glanced at Chen Hao with a complicated look, and walked towards the corner of the wall.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, he pulled a silver wiping cloth from the storage shelf and gently wiped it—the originally bright red X disappeared quietly, like ashes after the fire had burned out.

Where the red cross originally stood, there is now only a blank space, representing uncertainty.

The entire hall fell silent for a few seconds, as if even the air itself had frozen.

"That's more like it, it has to be Old Chen." Zhao Manyan grinned.

Mo Fan rolled his eyes and lowered his voice: "With his dark personality, I wouldn't be surprised if he changed the goddess image on his medal to a clown image and posted it online."

Those present were all high-level mages, so they could naturally hear what he said, and the Americans' faces darkened instantly.

The captain of the National Pavilion, Boblin, knew that this was Oruna's order, so he didn't say much, but he didn't give everyone a very good attitude either.

"Let's not waste any more time, let's start fighting."

"What rules?"

"How about a standard five-on-five?"

"can!"

Chen Hao and Boblin quickly settled the rules and selected their opponents in a few words. Mo Fan, Zhao Manyan, Ai Jiangtu, Mu Ningxue, and Nan Jue took to the stage one after another.

On the other side were five people: their captain Boblin, Fromm, a woman with straight blond hair, a tall man who was 1.9 meters tall, and a girl in a green dress.

"You're not going to play!" Boblin shouted angrily when he saw that Chen Hao, the captain, had no intention of playing.

Chen Hao smiled and casually sat down at a table: "They're enough to give you a hard time."

His tone was calm, as if he were not facing the world's strongest national stadium, but watching children fight. That unquestionable confidence instantly made Boblin's face darken.

"I'll show you what true disparity is, you arrogant Easterners!"

“Yes.” Chen Hao smiled and nodded. “You’ll soon know what a difference really is.”

……

"Game start!"

The center of the arena was instantly enveloped by a transparent barrier, and magical energy surged like an approaching storm!

It was a rare treat to have such a star-studded lineup, and Mo Fan's excitement was palpable.

"Come out, Spirit Bird!"

He made the first move. The summoning star map suddenly opened, and his spiritual power surged out like a tide. The next moment, a mysterious moon-white magic circle suddenly appeared in front of him.

A clear whistling sound pierced the air, causing ripples to spread across the barrier!

It was a giant bird with a body that was entirely blue and purple-silver, with a wingspan of nearly ten meters. Its feathers were as clear as crystal. The most eerie thing was its eyes, which were as lively and intelligent as human eyes, as if they could see into people's hearts!
"A commander-level demon???"

"As expected of the Dragon Kingdom's National Team members, they actually have a commander-level contracted beast. This must be one of their main team members!"

"Our National Team's Dres also has a Commander-level contracted beast, it's nothing special..."

The audience erupted in commotion, and even Boblin across from them looked more serious.

"Wow, Mo Fan, you've raised a commander-level contracted beast without making a sound!" Zhao Manyan was clearly surprised.

Ai Jiangtu and others were also very surprised.

"Hehe, the Mind Bird was originally a Commander-level bloodline. I spent some money and fed it some good food, and it successfully broke through to adulthood," Mo Fan said with a smile.

"One person, one!" Mu Ningxue's cold voice rang out, and she had already turned into a blur as she flew out, heading straight for the opposing captain, Boblin.

"In that case, I'll leave that burly man to you!" Ai Jiangtu vanished from his spot in a flash.

"Sigh, these two are not a team at all. Do they need three people to lend a hand?" Zhao Manyan said with a smile.

"Hmph, scoundrel!" Nan Jue glanced at him disdainfully, then greeted a woman in green.

Mo Fan didn't wait for him and immediately used Shadow Step to move towards the remaining two, clearly preparing to fight them both.

Zhao Manyan's face stiffened, and he secretly decided that he would go back and discuss the purchase of wooden fish utensils with Chen Hao. He absolutely could not let these guys look down on him.

……

"Oh!"

The Mindbird flapped its wings, and the resulting shockwave tore through Felom's wind-elemental protection. With a flash of its wings, it appeared above the woman with straight golden-brown hair in an instant. As it swooped down, a mental shockwave was released!

The woman's expression changed drastically. Just as she was about to cast a spell to defend herself, she felt a sharp pain in her head, as if her spirit had been pierced by a sharp blade, and her movements immediately stopped.

"Thunder Arm!!!"

Mo Fan was accustomed to the masculine and domineering nature of the Fierce Fist, even when casting high-level lightning magic. He relied on his control to unleash the Death Ray Thunder with his fist!
A black death ray beam shot into the sky, accompanied by purple-black spring-like lightning, like a dragon ascending to heaven, a truly magnificent sight!

"boom!!!!"

Seizing the opportunity, the thunderbolt struck the woman with straight golden-brown hair. Before she could even scream, she was sent flying backwards as if she had been hit head-on by lightning, with scorching arcs of electricity. The barrier was shaken and churned by the impact, and even faintly made a shattering sound!

Instant kill! First out!

"Lightning element... high-level! No, shadow element is also high-level!!!"

"How is this possible? He actually mastered three high-level elements at the same time!"

Some Americans in the audience who had initially been watching with a detached, spectator attitude suddenly changed their expressions.

One against two, instantly killing one.

And this happened in less than a minute after the start of the match.

……

On the other side, Mu Ningxue was incredibly fast. Frosty light left a crystalline trail behind her. She almost skimmed the ground as she leaped up, spreading her arms wide. Behind her, the phantom of an ice crystal palace appeared!

"Ice Lock Dome—!"

As the sky darkened, a frost storm crashed down from above, countless icicles piercing down like arrows, sealing Boblin firmly in a ten-meter-high ice prison. The ice then solidified into an inverted dome, completely trapping him!

"Domain! And Soul Seed!" Boblin's expression changed drastically. He hastily summoned a protective wind shield and a rock armor barrier, but the frost impact instantly froze and shattered them, pinning him to the arena floor.

Layer upon layer of ice and snow covered him, and the relentless cold stripped him of all warmth. Even with the protection of magical artifacts, it was tantamount to a slow death, almost eliminating him entirely.

Mu Ningxue stood before his body, frozen into an icicle, without glancing at him, then turned and left, her demeanor like that of a queen on a snow-capped mountain.

……

Sorry, buddy.

Ai Jiangtu's voice suddenly appeared in the burly man's ear. The next moment, the space trembled, and he instantly teleported behind the man, pressing the Evil Spider Trap onto the man's back.

Countless scarlet chains pierced through his body and took root in his soul. The burly man didn't even have time to react before he lost the ability to resist, and was killed almost instantly.

No matter how well he used his high-level earth element skills, or how strong the defense of his petrified skin was, it was all useless against curse-type attacks.

……

The last woman in green was filled with fear. Faced with Nan Jue's sonic cutting, she tried her best to build a defensive vine net using plant magic. However, the sonic thread, as precise as a blade, easily cut through all obstacles and severed the magical tool at her waist before she could complete her defensive constellation. The backlash from the magic caused her to collapse on the spot!

"Done." Nan Jue snorted lightly, his eyes sharp as knives.

……

Only one Felome remained, struggling to stay afloat, his face ashen and filled with terror.

He glanced at the ground.

—All his companions have fallen!

The bird of the soul, with its azure body and shimmering feathers, continued to circle above his head, elegant and composed, without a trace of impatience, as if it were toying with its prey.

"Don't come any closer...don't come any closer!!" Fromm's eyes were filled with panic. His Wind Wings rapidly unfolded, and streaks of starlight suddenly lit up. Large swaths of wind blades swept through the air like swirling eddies.

However, the bird of the soul only chirped softly, and its chirping seemed to carry a spiritual fluctuation that went straight to the soul.

"—Ugh!!!"

Fromm's mind jolted violently, his thoughts felt as if they had been pierced by a sharp needle. In the midst of the excruciating pain, the wind wings he controlled suddenly went erratic, and the wind blades danced wildly and out of control in the air like untamed horses!
"This...this is mental suppression?!"

Before he could react, the Mind Bird swooped down, its wings snapping shut like crescent blades!
"Wow—!"

With a piercing scream, a purple-blue shockwave, like a crescent moon, blasted through Ferome's protective magic armor.

"what--!"

Fromm's body trembled violently, and he fell from the sky like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the center of the ring. He was foaming at the mouth, his eyes were unfocused, and he was in a daze, unable to even concede.

(End of this chapter)