Chapter 110: Education

Lowell turned his head and saw the blond high - ranking Priest standing behind him, while Clive had already obediently lowered his head and stood to one side.

"Teacher Joshua?" He frowned, not knowing why this person would appear here at this time.

"Joshua..." Elara's voice was hoarse, her tear - stained eyes looking at him.

The blond Priest gave her a reassuring smile, then turned to Lowell and said seriously, "Let them go and apologize to them."

"Apologize?" Lowell sneered, "Teacher, are you joking? When have you ever seen someone apologize to furniture? This is not your classroom, and these two Witches are not your Familiars. Teacher, you're overstepping your bounds."

Ignoring the blond Priest's admonition, he turned his head to continue violating Nina.

A thin layer of light shield rose, covering the two girls and isolating Lowell from them.

"You..." The young Priest glared at Joshua, his voice becoming fierce, "You're determined to meddle, aren't you?"

"Since I am a teacher at the school, educating students is my duty," Joshua remained calm.

Clive trotted to Lowell's back, tugging at his clothes, "Come on, let's go. We can't afford to provoke a high - ranking Priest."

"You coward," Lowell shook off his hand, "I'm not afraid of him. A theoretical teaching assistant, who got promoted to high - ranking Priest by catering to women, now starts to put on airs. The Xis Church is a place that values strength. If you want to lecture people, you'd better have the ability to back it up."

He had always prided himself on his high talent and ranked among the top in the new generation of Priests. He was not about to be intimidated by an assistant.

Elara looked at Joshua with some concern. She didn't expect Lowell to be so arrogant as to not even take him seriously. She knew that Joshua almost couldn't cast any offensive spells. Without teammates to assist him in attack, if a real fight broke out, he might not be a match for Lowell alone.

What's worse, Lowell's teleportation skill might just counter his shield.

Joshua, sensing Elara's gaze, gave a wry smile and rubbed his forehead, "As a teacher, I also have my pride when being disdained by a student in front of girls to this extent."

"If you know what's good for you, get out of the way quickly. Otherwise, when you get beaten up, you'll probably lose even more face," Lowell clenched his hands together, threateningly cracking his knuckles.

Joshua sighed. Since persuasion failed, physical persuasion was the only option left. He erected a large circular light shield around them, creating an enclosed space, "It's also a teacher's fault when a student doesn't know manners. Since it's class time now, I'll give you a make - up lesson."

Lowell snorted coldly and launched an attack, throwing a punch at Joshua's face at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye.

"Watch out!" Elara couldn't help but scream.

The thunderous punch, carrying a strong wind, grazed past Joshua's head, making his fine blond hair flutter in disarray.

"How is that possible?" Lowell stared in disbelief. The blond Priest hadn't moved at all, and he couldn't understand why his attack had missed.

Joshua looked at the young Priest, whose attack had failed and left him wide open, and shook his head compassionately. He brought his fingers together, attaching a layer of defensive spell to them. His fingers, as hard as steel spikes under the spell's enhancement and glowing with a faint golden light, stabbed fiercely towards Lowell's armpit, which was exposed by his punch.

"Ah!!!" Lowell let out a shrill scream. The intense pain shot from his armpit throughout his body, his brain suddenly tightened with pain, and his body went numb on one side as if electrocuted.

"Lesson one: Respect your teachers," Joshua calmly watched the young Priest who was crying out in pain, retracted his hand and stood straight again.

"Damn it..." Sweat was already seeping from Lowell's face, his eyes burning with anger, and he gathered his strength to kick at him.

The kick missed again. Joshua easily sidestepped with a minimal movement, and then heavily poked his inner thigh: "Lesson two: Respect women."

The painful howl sounded again. Lowell, in pain, knelt on one knee but quickly struggled to stand up, dragging his constantly twitching thigh to continue facing off with the blond Priest.

Joshua didn't give him a chance to catch his breath, closing in and launching a continuous assault.

Elara watched in astonishment. It was a one - sided beating. Lowell, as a Priest specializing in attack magic, had both speed and strength superior to Joshua. But as if bewitched, every move he made missed, not even hurting a hair of Joshua.

Joshua's attacks seemed casual, yet each one precisely targeted the most nerve - dense areas of the human body. He toyed with Lowell, who was defenseless against his attacks and screamed in excruciating pain.

With each move, he followed with a reprimand: "Without learning manners, one cannot stand. Cultivate oneself, be modest and cautious..."

Lowell howled in pain and rolled several times, lying on the ground and trembling all over from the pain. He clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, and let out a long roar. A boiling flame rose in his hand, forming a sharp battle - axe. He leaped up and swung the axe at the blond Priest.

"Add another lesson: No fire in the library," Joshua said, a flash of gold in his hand condensing into a staff. He reversed the staff, holding the thick end like a sword, to meet the attacking Lowell.

The axe on Lowell's hand carried a momentum - shattering killing intent, but suddenly disappeared in the air.

Without even looking, Joshua tapped the staff behind him. The staff, reinforced with a defensive spell and as hard as steel, struck the center of Lowell's abdomen, which had instantly appeared there.

Lowell's mouth wide open, he spat out a mouthful of sour water and fell heavily to the ground. His stomach convulsed violently, and he curled up in agony, unable to get up again.

"Since you're fighting with skills like teleportation, don't write your intentions on your face," Joshua quietly watched the young Priest lying at his feet, retracted the staff, "Today's lesson is over. Did you remember the content clearly? If not, we can review it again."

Lowell's face turned pale, twitching and retching incessantly, unable to speak as if he was going to vomit his stomach out.

"And you? Do you need another lesson?" Joshua looked at Clive standing to one side.

The blond - haired Priest shook his head frantically.

"You may leave. Go back and copy the school rules a hundred times and hand them in to your teacher for this lesson," the blond Priest removed the light shield, walked over to the two Witches, and began to untie the ropes on them.

Clive, feeling as if he had been granted a great pardon, quickly went over to help up Lowell, and supported him as they headed for the door.

"Wait," Joshua called out to him, "Apologize."

"I'm sorry," Clive bowed his head to him.

"Not to me, to them," Joshua corrected him.

"Oh, I'm sorry," the blond - haired Priest turned to face Elara, and after uttering this sentence, he dragged Lowell and left the library in a hurry.

Elara stared straight at the two retreating white - clad figures. Nina was still lying on her chest. That insincere apology sounded like a joke, blocking her heart. Her heart ached, swollen with a sense of frustration that was about to burst.

She bit her lips, tears streaming down uncontrollably. She would never endure this kind of humiliating life again.