Reader Mage-Stubbing August 10! Chapter 155: 155-That’s Very Risky

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Dr. Elias’s cane fell to the ground as he danced out of the way of a flamebolt from one of the students attacking him. If he recalled correctly, she went by the name Anastasia. He eyed her while evading her persistent attacks. Platinum blonde hair in a braid, ice-blue eyes. Yes. He was correct. She was Anastasia Kirova. It surprised him that he recalled the names of Nikita Academy’s students. He was never good with those. What was more fascinating, however, was their arsenal of magic. No wonder they were so confident. Their powers were unique. Or at least they used it in unique ways. And if he was a little complacent, they would make life something of a trouble for him. Like now. Dr. Elias sighed as an external force infiltrated the blood stream in his right arm for the umpteenth time. His arm turned cold, like it was dipped into a bowl of water filled with ice blocks, and his blood froze in place. Blood clotting. His arm was paralyzed. Dr. Elias immediately shot a glare Ivan’s way, and a spike of water from his attack bubble blasted through the air, aiming for the boy. Mikhail, a boy with dark eyes, rushed in to protect Ivan. He slammed his palms on the ground, and thick vines shot out of the earth, spraying debris around as they coiled together to form a bean stalk that blocked Dr. Elias’s water spear. But at the same time, his defense obstructed his and Ivan’s view, and Dr. Elias’s right arm regained its function. Perhaps after this duel, it would be blood magic he hated the most. Dr. Elias was unable to catch his breath. Anastasia rushed in, flames raining down to keep him preoccupied. She was doing a very good job. Quite the versatile mage. She was quick to switch between attack spells and defense spells as she attacked him, and she was the best counter to his water magic. But she wasn’t an idiot. She knew that her attacks weren't enough, and so did Dr. Elias. His eyes danced about the scene as he studied the rest of the students who were not taking their chances to overwhelm him with spells. They were all lounging behind trees, watching like predators, while leaving Anastasia, Mikhail, and Ivan to take the lead. “What’s the plan?” Dr. Elias asked while angling his body to evade another of Anastasia’s flamebolt. The girl didn’t say anything. She instead closed the gap between both of them in a dash and conjured a vortex of flames, forcing Dr. Elias to use a substantial amount of the water conjured in his bubble to quench it. Mist covered the scenery, and weirdly it didn’t disperse as quickly as it was meant to. Dr. Elias hummed and turned his attention to Anastasia. “You know, that’s very risky. You could have been hurt.” Anastsaia’s brows furrowed. “Do all Koreans talk so much?” Dr. Elias pursed his lips. “I think that’s a trait characteristic to me alone. However, young lady, that was rude.” Anastasia clicked her tongue and continued on the attack. Dr. Elias though was still focused on the mist in the air. It was past early morning now, and in a few hours it would be noon. Even though the mist had come about as a result of his blocking the attack of Anastasia’s persistent flames, it should have faded into oblivion by now. Unless… “Ah.” He snapped his fingers and pointed one at a girl with dark auburn hair and green eyes. “Yelena, right?” he said. “The Mist Mage. Is that the plan? Obscure my vision with mist? You know that’ll prevent Ivan from using his Blood magic too, don’t you? And if you don’t paralyze me, I see no way for you to get the key.” Anastasia’s gaze narrowed fiercely. “You would be surprised.” “You hardly smile.” “I don’t smile.” “Sad. You’re young. You should smile more often.” Dr. Elias was kind of enjoying the fight, if he was to be honest. The rage he had left his room with this morning had somewhat dwindled, and he was grateful for that, if he was to be honest. Children could have that kind of effect on one. They could make one’s bad day even worse, or they could make it a lot more pleasant. Their abi