The energy was infectious. Commoner boys punched the air, girls clapped and shouted encouragement. Even those who had been hesitant earlier were now fully invested.

Elowen Voss stood stiffly, her golden hair gleaming under the sunlight, but internally she was seething with frustration.

*This is unacceptable. How dare these common filth cheer so loudly for that blue-skinned whore? Every single one of Nightshade’s women is turning this tournament into a mockery of the natural order. First the dragon, then the demon, then the goblin, then the hobgoblin and now a literal Jin created by the Almighty God himself? It’s a disgrace. The nobles are being humiliated left and right. That damn Nightshade and his collection of whorea are ruining everything we stand for.*

Mira Vale, standing a few steps behind Elowen, kept her expression professionally neutral, but inside she was practically glowing with excitement.

*Yes... keep going. Let them see that strength isn’t locked behind bloodlines. Sir Aiden and his wives are changing everything, one duel at a time. A Jin on our side... the balance is shifting right before our eyes. I can’t wait to see what she does.*

Nayla looked back toward the high gallery and immediately noticed the disturbance. Her sharp eyes glowed a faint red for a split second as she activated a subtle sight. She saw Valeforia and Xylendra locked in their private, messy moment behind the veil — hands under clothes, lips on skin, soft moans barely contained. Nayla licked her lips slowly, a hungry gleam flashing in her eyes.

Aiden noticed her reaction and grinned mischievously toward her, clearly aware of what she had seen.

Nayla smirked back at him before turning her attention to her opponent.

Aeris Aeropex stood opposite her, long, vibrant blonde hair tied in a high ponytail with a black ribbon, with a few loose strands framing her face. Her eyes are striking purple with a confident, slightly teasing expression. She has a voluptuous, hourglass figure — very large, heavy breasts that strain against the tight white collared shirt and red blazer of the academy uniform, a narrow waist, and wide, fertile hips. The pleated red skirt is short, showing off thick, smooth thighs clad in black thigh-high stockings with ornate gold lace tops.

She sighed dramatically, shoulders slumping in defeat as she complained openly.

"Why do I have to fight a Jin? And on top of that, an unheard class at that? This is completely unfair."

Nayla giggled, her voice light and teasing as she tilted her head. "Should I go easy on you, dear? I wouldn’t want to make it too painful for a noble like yourself."

Aeris stood tall again, forcing a proud smile onto her face as she raised her hand, wind already beginning to swirl around her fingers.

"If you’re a Jin, why don’t you grant me a wish and let me win? That would be the merciful thing to do."

Nayla rejected the request with a sweet smile, shaking her head. "I’m sorry, but my Husband is watching. So I have to refuse that, dear."

Aeris dropped her shoulders again, defeatedly muttering, "It’s unfair..." Then the wind around her intensified, her hair flowing dramatically behind her as she raised her hand, preparing her first strike.

Nayla smirked. "Ohh~"

Mira Vale’s voice rang out clearly.

"Begin!"

The duel erupted instantly.

Aeris moved first, summoning a powerful gust of wind that roared toward Nayla like a concentrated tornado. The attack was fast and precise, aiming to knock the blue-skinned beauty off balance.

Nayla didn’t even flinch.

She raised one hand gracefully, her seductive smile never leaving her lips. A shimmering barrier of spatial mana formed in front of her, the wind slamming into it and dissipating harmlessly into scattered breezes.

"Is that all?" Nayla purred, her voice carrying across the arena with teasing sweetness. "I expected a little more from a noble of your standing."

Aeris’s eyes narrowed in irritation. She spun her hand in a wide arc, summoning multiple smaller wind blades that sliced toward Nayla from different angles.

Nayla moved with fluid grace, her voluptuous figure swaying seductively as she dodged the blades with minimal effort. She countered with a casual flick of her wrist — a wave of spatial distortion that warped the air and sent the remaining wind blades spiraling back toward Aeris.

Aeris barely managed to disperse them with a desperate gust of her own, breathing harder now.

"You’re toying with me!" Aeris snapped, frustration clear in her voice.

Nayla giggled softly. "I’m simply enjoying the dance, dear. You nobles always look so serious. Relax a little."

Aeris growled and accelerated her attacks. She raised both hands, creating a massive swirling vortex of razor-sharp wind that roared toward Nayla like a living storm.

Nayla’s eyes gleamed with amusement. She extended one hand, and the vortex suddenly froze mid-air, trapped in a pocket of distorted space. With a gentle push, she sent the entire storm hurtling back toward Aeris.

Aeris’s eyes widened. She poured everything into a defensive wall of compressed wind, but the returned vortex shattered it on impact, sending her skidding backward across the arena floor.

The commoners cheered wildly.

"Another one for the Nightshade family!"

"Nightshades are unstoppable!"

The nobles looked increasingly pale and desperate.

Elowen Voss clenched her jaw so tightly it ached. *Another one... another one of his whores making a mockery of us. This can’t continue.*

Mira Vale, on the other hand, felt a thrill of excitement run through her. *Yes... keep breaking them. The old order is crumbling faster than I dared hope.*

Nayla stood gracefully in the center of the arena, her blue-tinted skin glowing under the sunlight, uniform hugging her voluptuous curves as she smiled sweetly at her opponent.

"Shall we continue, dear? Or would you like a moment to catch your breath?" 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Aeris pushed herself up, breathing heavily, her own uniform torn in several places. She glared at Nayla with pure frustration.

"This isn’t over yet!"

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The duel raged on, Nayla clearly toying with her opponent while the crowd watched in awe and disbelief.

Aeris Aeropex launched another desperate barrage of wind blades, the razor-sharp gusts slicing through the air toward Nayla from multiple angles. The noble girl was breathing hard, her silver-and-white hair disheveled, uniform torn and clinging to her sweat-slicked curves.

Nayla didn’t even flinch.

With a lazy flick of her wrist, she warped the space in front of her. The wind blades twisted mid-flight, curving harmlessly around her body before dissipating into harmless breezes. She smiled sweetly at Aeris, her blue-tinted lips curving with playful amusement.

"Is that the best the Aeropex family can offer?" Nayla purred, her voice carrying across the arena like velvet. "I expected a little more... wind in your sails, dear."

Aeris growled in frustration and vanished in a burst of accelerated wind, reappearing behind Nayla with a point-blank tornado strike aimed at her back.

Nayla simply stepped sideways — not even turning around — and the tornado slammed into empty air. She glanced over her shoulder, blowing a playful kiss toward the highest gallery where Aiden sat watching.

The kiss was slow and deliberate, her full lips pursing seductively as she locked eyes with her husband. She beamed at him afterward, eyes sparkling with love and mischief, clearly performing for him alone.

Aiden smirked, giving her a small nod of approval.

Encouraged, Nayla turned back to Aeris and raised one hand. The air around her shimmered as she casually rewrote the laws of physics in a small radius. Aeris’s next wind attack suddenly reversed direction, slamming back into the noble girl and sending her skidding across the floor.

Aeris coughed, pushing herself up, eyes wide with shock. "What... what kind of power is that?!"

Nayla giggled, tilting her head cutely. "Just a little Jin trick, dear. Nothing special." She looked up at Aiden again, blowing another soft kiss toward him, her tongue darting out teasingly to wet her lips. "I’m only using a fraction of what I can do. I want to impress my Husband properly~"

The commoners roared with delight.

"She’s playing with her!"

"That Jin is on another level!"

The nobles looked pale and horrified, some whispering frantically among themselves.

Aeris refused to give up. She gathered every ounce of her remaining mana and unleashed her strongest technique — "Aeropex Tempest" — a massive, swirling hurricane of razor wind that engulfed the entire arena platform.

Nayla stood in the center of the storm, hair and uniform whipping wildly around her voluptuous figure. She raised one hand, and the hurricane froze mid-motion, trapped in a pocket of distorted space.

With a gentle push, she sent the entire tempest hurtling back toward Aeris.

Aeris’s eyes widened in terror. She tried to disperse it with her own wind magic, but Nayla’s spatial manipulation made the attack far stronger than before. The noble girl was swallowed by her own storm, tossed around like a leaf before being slammed hard into the far wall.

The impact echoed across the colosseum.

When the wind finally died down, Aeris lay slumped against the wall, breathing raggedly, uniform in tatters, body marked with cuts and bruises. She tried to stand, but her legs gave out.

Nayla walked gracefully toward her, hips swaying seductively. She stopped a few meters away and looked up at the high gallery once more. Locking eyes with Aiden, she blew him one final, slow kiss, then beamed brightly, her expression full of love and pride.

She wanted him to see every moment — to know she had fought beautifully for him.

With a casual wave of her hand, Nayla released a final, gentle spatial pulse that knocked Aeris completely unconscious.

Mira Vale’s voice rang out clearly.

"Winner... Nayla Nightshade!"

The commoners exploded in thunderous cheers.

The nobles sat in stunned, humiliated silence.

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END OF Chapter : 315 : NAYLA NIGHTSHADE V/S AERIS AEROPEX!

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