Lewd System: Every Scream and Moan is EXP-Chapter 231: Two Wolves Among a Hundred Sheep

Chapter 231: Chapter 231: Two Wolves Among a Hundred Sheep

Lysandra sat in the VIP section, watching the match unfold through the massive runic projection. Beside her sat the other heads and nobles from across the five nations.

And every single one of them was confused.

What they were witnessing made no sense. The top faculties from the Holy Order, the Dark Academy, and the Martial Academy had teamed up. Against Astryx Academy.

They were hunting Astryx’s teams one by one, and along the way, they weren’t sparing any other academy’s teams they encountered either. Total annihilation across the board.

Sylvie was the first to speak. "What on earth is happening?"

Her eyes swept across the VIP section. The elven king and queen wore expressions of disbelief. The dragon kingdom’s king had gone rigid in his seat.

Even the Martial Academy’s headmaster looked stunned at what his own team was doing.

Then her gaze found the Pope and the Dark Cult leader.

Neither of them carried even a hint of surprise.

Seeing those unbothered faces confirmed everything. They had been cooking something from the very start. And the worst part was the most unthinkable detail of all.

The ones who prayed to demons for power had teamed up with the ones who considered them their sworn enemies.

Rowen, the headmaster of the Martial Academy, shot up from his seat. His fist slammed against the armrest as he looked at his own professor.

"Amael, what the fuck are you doing, you moron?!" His voice carried across the entire section. "Don’t you know this act will portray our academy as weak?!"

The Pope spoke calmly. "Relax, Rowen. The children would have come up with a strategy to win with better probability. Nothing more."

Rowen turned on him. "Strategy? This is a fool’s move." He hissed through his teeth. "Well, leave that aside. But how is your Holy Order teaming up with these dark sorcerers? Have you got no shame? Don’t you think your influence with your believers will decline after this act?"

The Pope’s expression didn’t change. "Or perhaps you’re wrong. The show has only just started. Perhaps our followers will rise after this. And a new message will be delivered to not just my children, but to all of mankind."

Rowen’s frustration deepened. The Dark Cult leader sat in his seat with a smile that made everyone uncomfortable. Lysandra listened quietly, her anger building beneath a calm exterior.

The Dark Academy leader spoke while idly playing with the cursed ring on his finger. "Or perhaps they’ve realized that the rivalry between the Dark and Holy orders was always taken advantage of by Astryx Academy to win. Perhaps all our top teams are simply creating a stage where they can fight each other equally afterward."

Lysandra had heard enough.

She spoke with her usual cool temper, but the words carried venom.

"Equality?" A thin smile formed on her lips. "It’s obvious our academy is being targeted by all of you. And as for the Holy Order, I heard great accomplishments about Paladin Cleenah."

She tilted her head.

"I was hoping to see the one who climbed fast through the ranks. But I suppose it was simply her bowing down to anyone, enemy or even evil, that secured her the spot."

A suffocating aura settled over the room. Every person present held their tongue, eyes fixed on the projection while tension pressed against the walls like a living thing.

Even Lysandra, after delivering her twisted words with an air of complete disinterest, didn’t wait for a response.

"You can use whatever tricks you want. But at the end of the day, my students will emerge victorious."

Then her eyes searched the projection for a particular team.

They landed on Jax.

Jax, who had rolled up his pants to his knees and was standing in the middle of a river, hunting fish with his bare hands.

Lysandra’s jaw tightened. Embarrassment flooded through her veins.

’Why are you always testing my temper?’

Jax was enjoying his time. The nostalgia of this place wrapped around him like a warm blanket. The river. The stones. The campsite. Memories he treasured.

But deep down, he knew it wouldn’t last.

He was angry. The sounds inside his mind echoed continuously as the runic magic fed him live information about the match.

[Team 33 - Led by Aerisya Velith Elunar. Eliminated.]

Jax’s head snapped up. ’Wait. That elf. The senior professor whose team won last time got eliminated?’

[Team 18 - Led by Lucindra Valis Arriel. Eliminated.]

[Team 41 - Led by Gareth Crownhart. Eliminated.]

[Team 4 - Led by Kessiri Talli’nah. Eliminated.]

Jax muttered. "What the fuck is happening?"

In the last twenty minutes, the top teams from Astryx Academy had been wiped from the board. One after another. Systematically. Precisely.

A hundred questions collided inside his skull. Before any of them could form into answers, another announcement echoed.

[Last 10 teams remaining.]

’So it’s closing in.’

Then he heard it. Seris’s voice. Panicked. Urgent. Cutting through the forest like a blade.

He dropped the fish and sprinted toward the commotion.

Seris was running back in his direction. The moment she spotted him, she shouted. "Professor, we are being targeted!"

She turned and ran back toward the camp with Jax right behind her.

As they reached the clearing, the figures emerged. One by one. Surrounding them from ahead.

Paladin Cleenah stood in full armor, holy sword drawn, eyes burning with a hatred that matched Jax’s own. Beside her were Celestine and Ava, both smiling.

To their left stood a muscular instructor, built like a weapon forged into human shape. His two students flanked him, already in combat stances.

And to the right, the shady group. A vampire woman with a cursed dark cube floating beside her head, humming with malice. Her two students had their hands raised, ready for offense.

Six students. Targeting his two.

Jax’s veins bulged the moment his eyes met the paladin’s face. The rage between them was mutual. A silent promise of violence that needed no words.

Beside Cleenah, Celestine and Ava were clearly excited but didn’t show surprise or clinginess or shower him with questions.

Jax had already met both girls earlier that morning. They’d had a long talk after some awkward wholesome reunion.

Jax walked forward. Drew both his swords and drove them into the ground, letting them stand like flags planted in conquered territory.

He looked at Lilith, who had joined him at his side.

"It’s time. Show them. Show the world who you are." His eyes moved to Seris. "And most importantly, both of you, don’t disappoint me."

Cleenah spoke. Her gaze was locked onto Seris.

"Everyone. Eliminate the green-haired girl first. Then we proceed as planned."

The other mentors nodded. Like obedient dogs following a whistle.

Amael from the Martial Academy barked at his students. "Charge."

They moved instantly. Two fighters breaking into a sprint toward Seris and Lilith.

Behind them, the two dark mages had begun gathering mana from the surroundings. The air thickened with volatile energy swirling toward their palms.

And Celestine and Ava stood where they were. Watching the entire scene with playful eyes. Spectators at their own war.

It was a dead end.

Six against two. Three mentors sanctioning the slaughter. Every angle covered.

The smartest move, the safest move, would be to let Lilith surrender. The enchanted gear would teleport her back to the mainland before they could kill her. Problem solved.

But Jax didn’t choose that.

He had chosen a different path. One that offered massive risk with equally massive reward.

Because even if Lilith survived today through surrender, these people wouldn’t stop hunting her after the match ended.

So it was better to show the world the truth right here, right now. And along the way, break someone.

His eyes darted to the paladin.

Then he smiled.

Jax lowered himself onto one knee, one hand resting on the pommel of his grounded sword for support.

"This is your battlefield, you two."

His voice carried across the clearing. Every ear heard it. Every eye turned to him.

"And trust me, this battle will be recorded as the face of the inter-academy tournament for hundreds of years to come. So fight it like that. Live it like that."

His gaze burned steady.

"And make sure that when today ends, whether you win or lose, when you close your eyes tonight, you see no ghost of ’what if.’ No regret. No hesitation left behind."

He rose slightly, his voice hardening.

"Make sure these cowards who think we are outnumbered get outnumbered by you in terms of will. In hunger. In the absolute refusal to kneel."

His words struck the air like iron against stone.

"Two wolves don’t fear a hundred sheep. Show them why."

Not only did Seris and Lilith’s morale surge, but the two Martial Academy fighters charging toward them flinched.

Their steps faltered for a single breath. Then their fists clenched harder and they resumed their advance.

One of them was closing fast. Too fast.

"Seris! Barrier, now!"

Seris slammed her palms against the earth. A thick wooden wall erupted from the ground directly between Lilith and the charging fighter, cutting him off from his partner and the rest of the formation.

The boy didn’t hesitate. His palm struck the wooden surface with devastating force.

BOOM.

The wall shuddered. Cracks spread across its surface.

Second strike.

BOOM.

Third strike. Deeper fractures. Wood splintering.

Fourth strike. A hole carved through. The wall crumbling slowly around the edges.

But he was isolated now. Separated from his allies by the very wall he was trying to destroy.

"Lilith. Now."

A fireball launched from Lilith’s hands. But it wasn’t the typical color anyone expected.

Green. Burning, volatile, demonic green energy hurtling toward the boy who had nowhere to dodge.

He reacted on instinct. His forearm came up, dorsal side forward, and met the fireball head-on. With a roar, he split the burning energy apart. The green flames scattered to both sides of him, scorching the earth.

But his forearm was burning. The demonic energy clung to his skin, searing through his defense, eating at his flesh with a hunger that ordinary magic didn’t possess.

Jax stared at the boy’s hand.

At the green flames still licking his skin.

Green. Not purple.

Because of her mixed blood.