Chapter 306 - : 306 : Arisha Nightshade V/S Calantha Cutlass!
The colosseum fell into a tense hush as the next pair stepped onto the cracked arena floor.
Arisha Nightshade stood tall, her athletic goblin frame radiating disciplined power. The crimson-and-gold academy uniform hugged her toned body — broad shoulders tapering into a strong, narrow waist before flaring out into powerful hips and thick thighs. Sweat already glistened on her exposed skin, making the fabric stick in places that highlighted every flex of muscle as she adjusted her grip on her heavy sword.
Opposite her stood Calantha Cutlass.
The noble swordswoman was a vision of arrogant, fiery beauty. Her long, vibrant red hair cascaded wildly down her back like flowing flames, framing a sharp, haughty face with striking golden-yellow eyes that gleamed with smug confidence. A deep blush colored her cheeks, and beads of sweat trailed down her skin, making her look like she had just stepped out of an intense training session. The academy uniform was stretched scandalously tight across her voluptuous figure — the white crop top was clinging obscenely to her massive, heavy breasts that overflowed the fabric. Her waist was narrow before exploding into wide, fertile hips and a round, plush ass that made the skirt ride up dangerously high on her thick, smooth thighs. Every movement caused her enormous chest to jiggle noticeably, drawing eyes whether she wanted it or not. She carried herself with cocky, self-centered swagger, lips curled in a teasing, superior smirk.
Calantha looked Arisha up and down with open disdain, flipping her red hair over one shoulder.
"Just how tall are you, goblin?" she asked, voice dripping with smug rudeness. "You look like you belong in a circus tent, not on a proper dueling stage."
Arisha’s grip tightened on her sword hilt, but her voice remained calm and steady. "Six foot one. But my husband is taller."
Calantha’s eyes narrowed, lips curling into a cruel smirk. "I didn’t ask about that fool of a man. Keep your mud-blood king out of this conversation, peasant."
Arisha’s eyes flashed with cold anger. She raised her heavy sword, pointing the tip directly at Calantha’s chest.
"You will regret saying that."
The tension crackled between them like lightning.
From the sidelines, Elowen Voss’s amplified voice rang out, sharp and authoritative.
"Begin!"
Calantha moved first — fast and aggressive. She drew her own sword, a long, ornate blade with a gleaming silver edge, and lunged forward with a powerful overhead strike. The blade whistled through the air, aimed straight at Arisha’s shoulder.
Arisha stepped forward — one powerful stride — and brought her heavy sword up in a brutal, sweeping arc. The two massive blades clashed with a deafening clang that echoed across the entire colosseum. Sparks flew in a bright shower. Calantha’s sword bounced off Arisha’s with surprising force, nearly knocking the noble girl off balance.
Calantha recovered quickly, spinning away with a mocking laugh. "Not bad for a commoner’s toy. But you’re still just a big green brute playing at being a warrior."
She flicked her wrist. A wave of razor-sharp wind blades erupted from her sword, slicing toward Arisha’s legs.
Arisha planted her feet and swung her sword in a wide horizontal arc. The strike shattered the wind blades mid-air, the sheer force of the impact sending a visible shockwave across the arena floor.
"Is that all you’ve got?" Arisha asked, voice steady. "My husband hits harder when he’s being gentle."
Calantha’s face twisted with rage. "Shut your filthy mouth about that commoner filth!"
She charged again — faster this time — sword thrusting in a series of lightning-quick strikes aimed at Arisha’s torso and thighs.
Arisha parried every single one with calm, overwhelming power. Her heavy sword moved like an extension of her body, blocking, deflecting, and countering with raw strength that made Calantha’s arms tremble on impact.
"You talk too much," Arisha said bluntly, swinging her sword in a powerful overhead strike.
Calantha barely managed to raise her sword in time. The force drove her down to one knee, cracking the stone beneath her boot.
"Gah—!" Calantha hissed through gritted teeth, hair falling messily across her flushed face.
Arisha pressed the advantage, stepping in and delivering a heavy kick to Calantha’s side.
The noble girl was sent skidding across the floor, rolling once before catching herself. She pushed up, breathing hard, uniform torn at the shoulder and skirt riding dangerously high on her thick thighs.
"You... you dare touch me with your dirty foot?!" Calantha snarled, voice dripping venom. "I’ll make you regret ever stepping onto this stage, you oversized green cow!"
She thrust her sword forward, summoning a swirling vortex of cutting wind that roared toward Arisha like a tornado of blades.
Arisha planted her feet, raised her sword high, and brought it down in a single, devastating vertical strike.
The blow split the vortex in half. The wind blades scattered harmlessly, dissipating into harmless breezes.
Calantha’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Arisha walked forward slowly, sword resting on her shoulder.
"You nobles always talk big," she said calmly. "But when it comes down to it... you’re all the same. Weak."
Calantha screamed in fury and charged one final time — sword blazing with every ounce of mana she had left.
Arisha met her head-on.
Their blades clashed again and again. Each collision sent sparks flying and shook the arena floor. Calantha’s strikes were fast and elegant, laced with wind magic that tried to slice and disarm. Arisha’s swings were heavy and relentless, each blow carrying amplified force that cracked the stone beneath their feet.
Mid-fight, Arisha felt something strange in her sword.
Every time she swung, the blade seemed to drink in her mana and return it tenfold — the impacts were stronger, the swings faster, the edge sharper than it had ever been. She realized instantly: Aiden had done something to the sword before handing it over. It was using her own mana to amplify every strike.
A small, private smile touched Arisha’s lips.
*My husband... always one step ahead.*
She pressed the advantage harder now, her sword glowing faintly as it fed on her power.
Calantha was growing desperate. Her breathing was ragged, her massive chest heaving, sweat pouring down her body. Her golden eyes were wide with frustration.
"You’re cheating somehow, aren’t you?!" she spat, launching another furious combination of slashes. "No commoner’s whore should be this strong!"
Arisha blocked every strike effortlessly, then countered with a spinning overhead smash that forced Calantha to leap backward.
"Keep talking," Arisha said coolly. "It only makes my husband’s gift feel even better."
The nobles were shouting in desperation now.
"Cutlass! Finish her!"
"Don’t lose to that green-skinned brute!"
"Show that mud-blood her place!"
The commoners, on the other hand, were roaring with excitement.
"Nightshade! Crush her!"
"Another one for the Nightshade family!"
"Make the nobles eat dirt!"
Arisha and Calantha clashed again — swords locking in the center of the arena. Their faces were inches apart, both breathing hard.
"You think you’re special because you spread your legs for that commoner?" Calantha hissed, trying to push Arisha back.
Arisha pushed back with superior strength, forcing Calantha’s sword down.
"I think I’m special because my husband believes in me," Arisha replied bluntly. "Something you nobles will never understand."
With a sudden surge of power, Arisha twisted her blade, breaking the lock and delivering a devastating upward strike that sent Calantha flying backward. The noble girl crashed hard into the arena wall, sword clattering from her hand.
Calantha slid down the wall, chest heaving, uniform in tatters, body glistening with sweat.
She tried to stand... but her legs gave out.
Arisha stood tall in the center of the arena, sword resting on her shoulder, breathing steady.
Elowen Voss’s voice rang out with gritted teeth, strained but official.
"Winner... Arisha Nightshade!"
The commoners exploded in triumphant cheers.
The nobles fell into stunned, frustrated silence.
Arisha didn’t celebrate loudly. She simply turned her gaze toward the highest gallery — toward Aiden — and gave a small, firm nod.
Aiden met her eyes and raised his free hand, giving her a clear, proud thumbs-up. His smile was warm, approving, and full of quiet pride.
Arisha’s lips twitched into the faintest satisfied smile before she turned and began walking back toward the stairs.
From the gallery, the praises poured in immediately.
Luna bounced excitedly, now sitting on Selvara’s sit, wolf ears perked high and tail wagging furiously. "Arisha! That was so cool! You were so strong and calm the whole time! I was cheering so loud!"
Nyxion’s fluffy black tail swished with delight as she leaned forward. "You fought with perfect control. Heart Lord must be very pleased. Well done, Arisha."
Nayla licked her lips slowly, voice dripping with seductive approval. "Mmm... watching you dominate her like that was quite the sight. You looked powerful and beautiful out there."
Selvara, still nestled against Aiden’s chest with slightly red eyes from earlier tears, huffed in her usual tsundere manner, arms folded tightly beneath her breasts. "Hmph... it wasn’t bad. You didn’t embarrass My Lord. That’s... acceptable, I suppose." Despite her words, the corners of her mouth twitched upward in reluctant pride.
Zerra bounced on her toes, pumping her small fist in the air. "Arisha won! You beat the noble lady so easily! That was awesome!"
Aethoniel fluttered her wings shyly, offering a soft, genuine smile. "You were very brave and strong... I was a little scared for you, but you did wonderfully."
Xylendra tilted her head, her voice quiet but sincere. "You made it look effortless."
Valeforia smirked, crossing her legs with a seductive grin. "Not bad at all. You carried yourself like a proper general. I almost felt sorry for that smug noble."
Venya rumbled happily, clapping her hands with a wide, toothy grin. "Arisha is strong! Venya is proud! Arisha showed the nobles their place for My Lord!"
Lysandra smiled gently, her elegant voice full of warmth. "You fought with grace and power. We are all proud of you, Arisha."
Vegia clapped her hands together excitedly, though her tone was still a little worried. "You were amazing! I’m so relieved you’re safe... but you really did great!"
Even Liana, sitting beside Ela, grinned brightly and waved. "You kicked her ass so cleanly! That final strike? Chef’s kiss! I loved every second of it!"
Ela offered a soft, sincere smile, her amethyst eyes shining. "You were very impressive, Arisha. You handled everything with such composure. Congratulations."
Arisha paused at the top of the stairs, taking in all the praise with a small, satisfied nod. Her cheeks carried the faintest blush as she looked back toward Aiden and the group.
Aiden gave her one last approving look, his voice carrying just far enough for her to hear.
"Well done."
Arisha’s shoulders straightened a little more as she continued walking back to her seat, the cheers of the commoners still echoing behind her.
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END OF Chapter : 306 : ARISHA NIGHTSHADE V/S CALANTHA CUTLASS!
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