Zhou Haoyu did not participate in the extermination of the Red Ornament Guild, instead leaving Ai Jiangtu in charge of leading the team.
Zhou Haoyu stayed in the small town with the rest to cultivate, while Ai Jiangtu took Mo Fan and the other two to join the extermination operation.
The operation went very smoothly—the Red Ornament Guild was completely eradicated.
Thanks to Mo Fan and the others' outstanding performance, the reward, the Dark Duke Cloak, naturally fell into the hands of the Chinese team.
However, they would have to wait until Mexico to receive it.
With the training task concluded, the group did not remain long in that small town. The very next day, they set off for Mexico.
Upon arriving in Mexico, Zhou Haoyu first led everyone to meet up with the mentor group.
"So, you still remember to come back?"
As soon as they entered the agreed-upon inn, Zhou Haoyu saw Mentor Feng Li waiting cold-faced in the first-floor hall.
The other mentors didn't have much of a reaction—after all, Zhou Haoyu was Headmaster Pang Lai's disciple, so they gave him some face.
But Feng Li wasn't the type to care about such things.
Even if it were Commander Hua's disciple, he would scold them all the same.
If it weren't for the fact that Zhou Haoyu had the strength to lead the team to victory, Feng Li would have already considered replacing him as captain.
When Mentor Feng Li finished his scolding, Zhou Haoyu finally spoke, "Mentor, it was indeed reckless of me last time."
"Hmph~~"
Seeing Zhou Haoyu's sincere enough attitude, Feng Li didn't press the matter further, but his sharp gaze suddenly locked onto Mo Fan in the team.
Feeling that cold gaze, Mo Fan's heart instantly sank.
"Mo Fan, come here!" Feng Li's tone left no room for refusal.
Next, Mo Fan endured Feng Li's all-out firepower.
After Lu Yilin's death, the Lu family had chosen not to cause a scene.
Zhu Ji Ming was the best example. After being exposed, even his aunt was forced to step down from her position.
If this matter truly came to light, the Lu family would absolutely suffer serious consequences, and some of their officials might even be implicated.
After harshly reprimanding Mo Fan, Feng Li arranged for the group to spar, so he could better understand their current strengths.
Zhou Haoyu's strength was far too overwhelming, so he was excluded from the sparring matches.
After several bouts, Feng Li had a general grasp of everyone's abilities. Then, together with the other mentors, he departed.
Once the mentor group left, Zhou Haoyu and his companions didn't linger in the arena either. He immediately led everyone to challenge the national pavilion.
The Mexican national pavilion was significantly stronger than the Peruvian one. Among their members were several High-level mages.
But most of them had only just broken through to the High-level, and couldn't even cast High-level magic yet. Naturally, they were no match for Zhou Haoyu's group.
After obtaining the national pavilion medal, the group set off for their next stop—the United States.
Free America, gunfights every day.
America was a superpower of Super-level magic, and the American team was one of the top-tier strongest teams.
Leaving Mexico, the group traveled by ship and arrived at the harbor of New York.
Standing at the port, looking into the distance, they saw the towering, visually stunning Statue of Liberty rising from the sea.
This Statue of Liberty was the headquarters of the Temple of Liberty.
In the magical world, works of art were never merely artistic—they often carried magical historical significance, and through the evolution of history, had become what they were today.
In an environment where demon beasts constantly prowled, if these artifacts had only artistic value, they likely could not have been preserved.
As one of the five continental-level Magic Associations, the Temple of Liberty was seen by countless mages as a lifelong goal to join.
"Captain, should we first do the training mission, or go challenge the pavilion?" Mo Fan asked.
Ever since obtaining the Dark Duke Cloak, Mo Fan's entire spirit had been lifted.
"The mentors haven't sent any message. Looks like there won't be a training mission," Zhou Haoyu replied.
Hearing there was no training mission, everyone secretly let out a sigh of relief.
The training missions assigned by the mentors were never easy.
"So, we're heading straight to challenge the pavilion then?"
Jiang Yu adjusted his glasses. "This is America we're talking about—a super magic powerhouse. The national pavilion members won't be weak."
Their strength was at least comparable to the middle-to-upper level of the national teams, definitely not something to underestimate.
Just then, a tall blonde female mage dressed in black and gold garments walked over.
Zhou Haoyu had seen this woman before back in the Caribbean—it was none other than the Temple Mage, Oluna.
[Unlock condition: Defeat the American National Team.]
If it had been defeating America's national pavilion, the chest could be opened today.
But unfortunately, the condition was to defeat the national team.
That was quite troublesome, since whether or not they would even face each other in the tournament was uncertain.
"We meet again."
Oluna gave everyone a faint smile, then took the initiative to say, "I'll take you to the national pavilion. Strictly speaking, I count as half a mentor."
"Much obliged."
"No problem. I happen to have no tasks at hand."
"Then let's go, no need to waste time."
"Hmph, I'd also like to finish the match early so I can rest."
At this moment, the young man beside Oluna suddenly spoke up.
From his expression full of disdain, it was clear he did not place them in his eyes at all.
The moment those words came out, everyone frowned slightly. This guy was a little too arrogant.
They hadn't even fought yet, and he already assumed they weren't his opponents?
"Now that you say so, I realize—you're right. We'll need to leave you enough time… to treat your injuries."
Zhou Haoyu didn't bother to refute, instead speaking with a thoughtful look.
Hearing this, Felome nearly exploded with rage, his chest about to burst.
What did he mean they'd need treatment? Obviously they were the ones guaranteed to win!
Oluna glanced at Zhou Haoyu with a bit of surprise—she hadn't expected a captain to be so "arrogant."
"We'll make sure to finish you before your healing mages get off duty."
Since he hadn't spoken again, Zhou Haoyu kindly added that line.
"Pff—hahaha~~~"
The group, who had been holding back their laughter, could no longer restrain themselves, breaking into unrestrained laughter.
Felome's entire face darkened like a bottle of cola, as if his skin had changed color entirely.
Oluna furrowed her brows slightly. This person didn't seem to have the steadiness expected of a captain.
His mouth skills were impressive, but whether his strength matched remained to be seen.
"Anyone can talk big. The match is won with strength. Let's hope you don't lose too miserably when the real fight comes."
Felome gave a cold snort, his face full of confidence, as if victory was already in his grasp.
The Chinese team's results in the last competition hadn't been very good, while their pavilion had already defeated teams stronger than China's.
They still held an undefeated record!
In Felome's eyes, losing simply wasn't possible.
Oluna, however, wasn't nearly so conceited. She had heard some rumors about Zhou Haoyu.
During the training period, all nations paid close attention to the performance of the national team members.
And Zhou Haoyu was the brightest among them—without equal!
"That's not something you need to worry about. Just make sure you find enough healing mages in advance. Don't come crying later saying we were too heavy-handed."
Zhou Haoyu replied with calm indifference.
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