Chapter 349: Flame-Heat Princess Ana VS Strongest Dragunov…. I Watch Inserted in Marvela’s Anus

Guwa!

At the same time as start the whole match field was wrapped in flame.

From high temperature an updraft occurred and flame became a pillar stretching toward the sky.

A fire whirl. The scenery dyed red.

Zudon!

Ana wrapped in a flame dress and hair ornament over her whole body advanced trailing a tail of fire.

In the red scenery a vivid horizontal line was drawn.

At the same time.

Paying no mind to the flame the black-armor giant stepped one step and swung a greatsword in a horizontal sweep. For Dragunov the 5-meter match-start position is already inside reach.

The greatsword was swung through and while its trajectory warped in turbulence Ana who put a hand on the sword side and bounced up inverted had her knee kick about to directly hit Dragunov’s temple—

Just before that Dragunov forcibly changed the sword trajectory and swung it straight up. With that force Ana’s body jumped diagonally back.

While floating in midair Ana released several fireballs from both hands but paying no mind Dragunov advanced and at the landing point gave a pursuit at unavoidable timing.

The greatsword tore Ana’s torso truly sideways.

However that Ana’s body wavered like a heat haze and vanished.

Ana’s real body is outside the greatsword’s reach. Ana overlapping her wrists does a preliminary motion putting out a powerful technique.

Even the previous fireball barrage each shot had power enough to spread a shockwave at impact yet there is apparently a technique of even higher power.

"Kaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

Dragunov shouted and the flame that had dyed the match field red blew away.

Vision became clear.

Immediately after Ana put both arms forward and dragon-like flame stretched with ferocious force.

Direct hit.

The dragon swallowed Dragunov’s whole body.

But Dragunov advanced. Pushed by the torrent of flame his steps are slow but he steadily approaches Ana one step at a time.

Ana continues releasing flame. From the aftermath everywhere on the match field ignites again, fire whirls rage, and it dyes red.

When the scenery became clear only an instant I saw in the spectator-seat front row every several meters knights holding giant shields—from shield and armor shape members of the Order of the Vermilion Shield I guess—and robe-wearing people who seem magicians standing.

They looked as if using skills or magic.

Several tens of people surrounding the match field are holding down so combat aftermath does not reach the spectator seats I suppose.

While bathing his whole body in the torrent of flame Dragunov continued advancing and caught Ana inside reach.

The greatsword was swung in a horizontal sweep and pierced Ana’s torso.

This time it is not an illusion. Without mistake the slash passed the place Ana is.

But Ana is unharmed.

The greatsword Dragunov swung through has become short.

Unbelievably it seems it touched Ana’s body and was burned off. The sword tip flew, directly hit the barrier, and rang a scream-like high sound.

Ana also did not get by unharmed. The left arm that took a direct hit apparently fractured and hangs.

Ana smiles fearlessly. An expression of having done it.

As if saying the flame dragon was a decoy and this weapon destruction itself was the true aim.

The expression hidden in Dragunov’s helmet need not be seen. It is probably blooming with battle pleasure.

Because the Battle Power measurement function kept ringing a warning sound it was annoying so I turned it off. The two’s power kept rising and already exceeds 30000.

The fight does not end.

Ana jumps back. That was not to escape Dragunov’s reach.

Lowering her body like a beast she stored power in her lower body and jumped aiming at the black armor.

Dragunov discarded the shortened greatsword and swung a fist.

Avoiding a fist that even raises a whirlwind Ana ran the match field freely in all directions and repeated attacks.

There is no direct hit. Ahead of where Ana rushes a giant fist or elbow of Dragunov is already waiting so Ana is forced to correct trajectory many times.

"Beautiful..."

Amid the combat sounds a voice so thin it could be missed was heard from close.

Marvela seemed to have recovered consciousness.

I stop the hand groping the breast. However Marvela seems to have lost force from her whole body and cannot sit unless I support her so I leave it touching the breasts.

Perhaps because immediately after recovering from dying or because she is absorbed in the combat Marvela does not notice both breasts being seized by me and a cock entering her anus.

"The first time I saw Ana was a battlefield five years ago. ...That time too Ana wore a flame dress and danced beautifully... I was surprised hearing that was her first campaign... How enjoyably she dances I thought... However now... No good... This kind of fighting that burns life..."

"It is the first time I see Ana fighting seriously. Is this a dangerous way of fighting?"

"Ah... It is far too fierce..."

However even so.

Dragunov does not waver even a particle. Against Ana who wins in speed he neither flinches nor cowers at all and continues counterattacking composed.

Dragunov’s attacks do not directly hit.

But when the giant’s fist splits the air flame wavers and even just grazing Ana is greatly bounced.

On the giant monitor Ana’s face covered in bruises is projected. Seeping blood instantly boils and vanishes. No wrong. Blood changes to flame and thickens the flame dress Ana wears.

Seeing Ana’s injured figure I feel the cock still inserted in Marvela’s anus becoming especially hard. Right after ejaculation but it keeps becoming hard.

And—

Marvela’s anus also began tightening.

Perhaps Marvela too seeing injured Ana’s figure is sexually excited.

Gichi, gichigichi...

Tremendous tightness. Ferocious pressure as if trying to squeeze out elixir.

As expected Marvela also noticed the anomaly in the anus and her back twitched bikuri but she cannot take her eyes off the fight.

Ana laughs and opens her mouth.

Just what is she saying. Voice does not reach here.

However when I thought I want to hear from somewhere the match-field conversation is heard. Probably Lucia’s service.

"I made you wait. Match time remaining several tens of seconds but at last preparation is done."

"Hou. That is most welcome. Will you make this old man enjoy more!"

"I will teach you loss!"

"Come! Flame-Heat Princess!"

Pa...

The flame vanished.

All the scorching flame filling the match field vanished as if sucked into Ana.

And armor so dazzling I cannot tell if it is red or yellow or white covered Ana’s whole body.

Like boiling magma the armor slowly constantly keeps changing shape.

But is it my imagination that figure looks similar to my golden armor...

The stone stage melts and Ana’s feet are gouged.

"Power is still rising. Do not end at this degree! Avalanche Flaaam!!"

Ana toward Dragunov thrust a fist as if punching the sky.

Zudon!

Fist pressure... no heat or magic power?

Something became an invisible giant hammer and struck Dragunov’s body.

Dragunov lifted both arms in front of his face and as far as I know for the first time took a defensive posture.

Dragunov was blown backward and trying to stop by stabbing his feet into the stage he does not stop. He digs a deep groove in the stone stage.

Bo!

Behind Dragunov outside the stone stage the invisible barrier thought to be between the spectator seats ignited. The aftermath of Ana’s attack exceeds the barrier’s defense power.

At this rate a great disaster involving spectators will occur, it seemed.

"Sightseers! Do your job!"

Ana shouted and a giant golden shield appeared in front of the spectator seats.

Wondering just what happened the giant monitor switched and projected the spectator-seat front row.

Rank 12 "Hardest" Slose Epe carried by rank 2 "Fastest" Rai Tonel apparently used a defense skill.

Both captains send encouragement to Dragunov on the stage.

"Oi beating you down is this great me. Do not struggle against number three. My value will drop."

"Dragunov-dono. It is a loan. Please be prepared for two barrels of finest wine."

Dragunov laughs "Gahaha" in a loud voice. As if saying it is fun that he is thought to be struggling.

"Both protect the spectators a while longer. Next the opposite side. Flame-Heat Princess will dance in the air!"

Cracks ran everywhere on the armor, the helmet shattered revealing his bare face, and Dragunov lets one line of blood flow from his mouth.

Those pupils tremble with joy.

Baring fangs ferociously he rushes and raises a giant arm.

Ana stops flame release and wraps flame on her right arm.

Match-field center the instant both release one blow.

"Until there!"

Match-field center between the two "Knight among Knights" Giesch appeared and had a longsword thrust before Dragunov’s eyes and a knife before Ana’s eyes.

Because the stone stage is melting Giesch using the longsword scabbard stabbed at his feet as footing bends his knees.

Concentrating on the match I did not understand when he had moved.

"Match time remaining several tens of seconds. However I judged there is fear of damage reaching royalty and the people. Therefore this contest in the name of our King Aras VI of Arasgard I make a draw. Both sheathe your fists."

Dragunov and Ana have stopped movement. But—

Bishi.

A crack runs in Giesch’s longsword.

Bo!

The left hand gripping the knife ignites.

Bakibakibaki.

The longsword shattered and fragments fell on the waving melted stone stage.

The knife dyed red and bent gunyari.

Then Dragunov and Ana turned their backs.

They stopped after retreating several meters and lowered their heads toward the royal tent.

Like first-class knights refined manners.

They make one feel no combat injury or fatigue at all.

The two began walking toward their own camps.

Companions had long since evacuated and there is no one to welcome the two.

Dragunov and Ana each left the arena alone.

People who had forgotten to clap before the fierce fight after the two heroes’ figures vanished began striking their hands all at once.