Full-Time Magister: I can control you to death

Five days later, the group arrived in Cancun, Mexico.

Cancun is a long, narrow island in the Caribbean Sea, close to the mainland. It is surrounded by the sea on three sides and has beaches that are said to be the most beautiful in the world.

“A few years ago, this was Mexico’s most famous resort destination. Not only were there many top-notch resort hotels, but many wealthy people also liked to buy resorts here, such as our Nakajima family.”

Kentaro Nakajima, who had a small mustache, said to Chika Mochizuki, while glancing at Xu Fang intentionally or unintentionally.

From the very first moment they met, he was captivated by Mochizuki Chika, this ripe peach.

Unfortunately, this woman is blind to talent. Not only does she treat me coldly, but she is also blind to talent, associating with that small fry named Hikawa Okazaka!

Xu Fang looked around.

The terrain of Cancun is hilly, like a series of natural steps and shields, stretching across the sea.

Houses are scattered across the mountainside, and the white winding mountain road is exquisite and charming.

“This place is as beautiful as a fairy tale. If you’re interested, we can stay here for a while after you return from your mission…” Kentaro Nakajima said solicitously.

Among the generally shy Asian men, daring to speak up like him is already half the battle won.

Unfortunately, Mochizuki Chika was not interested in him.

Xu Fang pointed to the crowd of people bustling about at the foot of the mountain, asking, "What are they doing over there?"

"Build defensive fortifications," the local guide said with a smile.

"This can defend against sea monsters?" Xu Fang asked in surprise. No matter how you looked at it, these low defensive fortifications could not defend against sea monsters.

When a wave crashes in, the deep trench you dug becomes a flooded swimming pool.

“It’s not a siren,” the guide said with a wry smile. “It’s for defending against pirate mages. Winter has just passed, and the Caribbean pirates have been kept at sea for two or three months. They are short of money and food, and every year at this time we have to prepare for their attack.”

"Aren't the local police and the Magic Association doing anything about it?"

"them?"

The guide sneered, "A bunch of hyenas living in the safety of the mountains, if they really had any kindness, they would have allowed us to stay on the Fourth Step long ago!"

Here, the terraced hills are divided into five sections from top to bottom.

The top floor, the first tier, is where politicians and the super-rich reside, and neither sirens nor pirates can disturb it.

The second tier is reserved for ordinary officials and major taxpayers.

The third tier is the backyard of the rich, and the fourth tier is their farms and ranches.

This fifth tier is where the lowest of the low should reside.

When the tide comes in, the entire floor will be submerged, and the common people will be displaced. Many people are forced to become slaves of the wealthy, because only in this way can they have the chance to survive in the stables and sheepfolds on the fourth floor.

Some even risked their lives to become pirates, turning their attention to plundering their former relatives and friends.

Reality, yet sorrow.

"Where is our ship?" Mochizuki Chika asked.

“It’s right at the port. I’ll take you there,” the guide said, leading the group to the port.

The port was also dilapidated, clearly battered by the waves countless times, covered in grime and a slippery, moss-like substance.

The fishing boats were tied together and drifted with the waves.

Chapter 271 Battle Against Pirates

The boats of the group and the fishing boats were connected together, and the difference was visible to the naked eye.

If those fishing boats were as shabby as dried-out black dung, then their boats were like the edible pink poop left by a beautiful girl who only ate bright red strawberries for every meal—a local specialty—exuding a unique kind of luxury.

Amidst the fishermen's envious yet fearful gazes, the group boarded the boat and set sail.

"This ship is really beautiful."

"What's the use of being pretty? If you go out to sea this season and encounter pirates, you're all doomed!"

"These damn rich people would rather throw their money away than share it with us!"

"If only the pirates would rob them and not us..."

The fishermen whispered among themselves, numb from the hardships of life, harboring the deepest malice towards all the wealthy.

the other side.

The speedboat cut through the waves on the sea, and everyone stood on the deck looking at the blue sea and sky, with the salty sea breeze blowing on their faces.

There were nine people in their group.

The Hunting Moon Hall is owned by Xu Fang and Mochizuki Chika.

Among the major aristocratic families in Japan, there were three members from the Genji family, two from the Fujiwara family, and two from the Nakajima family.

All nine of them were high-level cultivators, and would be at least officials of a small city outside, but here they were only allowed to drink soup on the outskirts.

The true imperial legacy is not for them; naturally, high-level mages will venture deep into Bermuda to obtain it.

"We're almost at the pirate-infested waters," said Mochizuki Chika.

"Ha, they're just a bunch of vermin. I can crush them with a flick of my wrist."

Kentaro Nakajima tried to get his attention again, even glancing in Xu Fang's direction, only to find that Xu Fang wasn't looking at him at all.

He felt utterly humiliated and was about to retort when he heard someone shout from the side, "There are several ships ahead!"

Everyone quickly looked outside and saw several small black dots entering their field of vision at the horizon where the sea met the sky.

When you get closer, you can see the red skull and crossbones flag on the sails.

Pirate ship!

“I’ll talk to them and ask them what they mean,” said a young man from the Yuan family. He was a sound mage and the one who had just discovered the pirate ship.

The ship had electronic equipment, and as soon as it was connected, a series of screams, whistles, and lewd spittle-stirring sounds came through.

"Hey, this is our territory. If you want to pass, you'll have to pay a toll!"

"Their ship looks good!"

"I saw some pretty girls, nobody's going to try and steal them from me today..."

"Give them to Fatty. Fatty loves handsome Asian men the most, hahaha!"

"Give me the binoculars, I want to take a look too!"

The pirates, speaking broken English, swore vulgarities without restraint, and the expressions of the men on the ship darkened.

"You're asking for it," someone said coldly.

"Try to avoid conflict at sea and raise our flag," Mochizuki Chika said calmly.

The Japanese flag was raised, but the other side didn't care at all and continued to mock them relentlessly.

"Baka!" Kentaro Nakajima cursed angrily, quickly connecting to his constellation, intending to use high-level magic to slaughter this group of ignorant pirates.

On the pirates' side.

"Boss, look!" A henchman, trembling with fear, quickly shoved the binoculars in his hand into his boss's.

The pirate captain, named Joe Quinn, was a one-eyed man with an eyepatch and large feet encased in old leather boots. He was stunned when he took the telescope and saw the constellations.

"Damn, he's got a tough nut to crack!"

Joaquin spat, his eyes flashing with malice: "Use magic together to give them a good drink of saltwater!"

Behind him, a mid-level water-based star chart shone brightly, its explosive and tyrannical power causing his comrades to flee in fear, lest they be caught in the crossfire.

Joaquin is a notorious madman in the Red Ornament Guild, and he fights like a madman!

"Surging Waves!!!"

Using a powerful wave in the ocean would have predictable consequences.

Kentaro Nakajima lost his footing and tumbled off the deck into the cabin, scattering the constellation he was drawing halfway through.

"Capsize the ship!" Joaquin shouted, beginning to cast his second spell: "Wind Disc - Tornado!"

The strong wind whipped up the seawater, churning the already unstable yacht.

"Charge! They won't dare use magic!" Joquin shouted, ordering his underlings to fill the magic stones and speed up the approach.

If he encountered a high-level mage on land, he would run as far away as possible!

But this is the Caribbean!

In close combat, high-level mages have no time to draw constellations, and they dare not even use mid-level magic, because that would destroy the ships on which they depend for survival.

On the vast ocean, without a boat, there is only death!

These high-ranking mages value their lives more than anyone else; on the high seas, those who value their lives die the fastest!

The pirate ship was rapidly closing in, and Joaquin used Tidal Wave again.

The younger brother eagerly brought over the potion, which Qiao Quinn took and drank in one gulp. His magical energy surged, but the price was extreme pain; his eyes were bloodshot from the agony.

This pain made him even more tyrannical!

"Hit it!!!"

The pirate ship rammed into the ground in a suicidal manner, and the helmsman laughed maniacally: "Hahaha... uh!"

boom!

The massive body crashed down.

A strange red mark appeared on his brow, and his head deflated like a water-filled balloon, swaying unrecognizable.

The sea was already turbulent, and without the helmsman, it immediately capsized to one side, and all the pirates on board fell into the water.

Joe Quinn popped his head out of the water, wiped the dirty water from his face, and cursed, "Damn it, who...?"

The sound stopped abruptly, and the eyes gradually widened, fear appearing for the first time in that arrogant single eye.

A figure appeared, suspended high in the air, with a pair of magnificent wolf wings spread out on its back. Behind the wolf wings, countless golden giant fists condensed.

Boom boom boom! ! !

Let's watch the rain of fists.