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Strongest Under the Land, Under the Heavens; Medium Quest
Topic Started: Jun 25 2015, 07:58 PM (105 Views)
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A secret underground fighting operation, known as the Crimson Fists have taken an interest in your skills. You have been invited to join in on their... 'activities'. In the arena, some of the most dangerous of Earth's fighters gather for blood spattered brawls, people often getting killed as a result. The league is run by a man calling himself Fayzr; a drug baron who supplies the fighters with expensive chems. Depending on what kind of character you want to be, you can take this opportunity to get close to the head of the league and put an end to this bloodsport for good. Alternatively you can succumb to the lust for battle in your veins and become the champion of the underground.

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Tohru sat alongside a group of unruly street fighters, all waiting outside within a dark alleyway. The entrance to which they were hoping to gain to the Crimosn Fist’s Underground Tournament, known as the ‘Strongest Under The Land, Under The Heavens’. It was an organized bloodfest that attracted all sorts of criminals and murderous martial artists, all fighting to gain fame and money.

However, the location was always kept a secret, as to avoid any intrusion by the law. Tohru had only just learned about this tournament’s existence from a witch known as Ayako, who he had just recently made a blood contract with, which provided her supernatural services to him, and Tohru’s fighting prowess to her.

The reason why Tohru wished to fight within this tournament was to meet a man known as Fayzr. He was the head of the Crimson Fists League, and supposedly had many connections to the underground. Tohru was hoping to have a word with him, and possibly learn of the whereabouts of a man known as Kang, the man who had killed Tohru’s Sensei years ago.

The crowd around Tohru was getting restless. Too many large egos squeezed into one tight space, and they were beginning to bust. Tohru sat against the wall of the alley, his legs crossed and his arms folded in front of his chest. Through intense focus and relaxation, Tohru began to drown out the noise of the braying fighters, and went deep into his meditation. The Demon Hybrid had been waiting here for over an hour, and he figured he still had some waiting to do, so he might as well get some meditation training in.

Tohru was surrounded by the darkness of his mind as he began to play out the training sessions of his earlier day. Going through each of the exercises again, he felt them working throughout his body as if he was performing the same push-ups and squats.

There was suddenly a loud creaking noise, and Tohru drifted off from his meditation, opening his eyes to see the group of fighters staring towards a sharply dressed man standing before the doors to the building. His face was weary with heavy eye bags, and a half-lit cigarette dangled from his mouth. His gaze was down, and he didn’t so much as study any of the fighters before he spoke; “I’m sure all of you are already aware of this, and so there’s no real point in telling you, but if there is any of you who are afraid to die, or wish not to be severally injured, please leave now, because this tournaments not for you.”

There was jeering and snickering among the crowd as they flexed their muscles and struck their fighting stances, taunting off any notion of possible injury or death. Tohru simply studied the man before them, pondering whether or not this man could be Fayzr.
The tuxedo man then ran his hand through his messy red hair, “Alrighty then, lets head in.”

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The fighters were all lead through a series of stairs and dark tunnels, eventually being brought into an open balcony that oversaw a large arena down below. The bright red and golden décor contrasted to the bleakness of both the alleyway and the tunnels upon entering here. It amazed Tohru that they were able to move such an elegant and powerful décor from place to place.

The weary, red headed smoker who gathered the fighters leaned against the ornamented balcony and flicked his cigarette down to the arena mat below.

“You will all fight in survival matches, fighting until your opponent cries ‘yield’, or until they can no longer fight, whether they be unconscious or dead,” the man spoke, he then returned his gaze to the motley crew of street fighters, “If any of you are shaking in your boots right now, don’t worry, we provide a mandatory supplement to shake off those nerves.”

“Mandatory supplement?!” a large man standing next to Tohru spoke out, “I don’t need that shit! I fight natural!”

The weary smoker rolled his eyes with a sigh, “It only takes away the nerves, so if you’re not afraid right now, it won’t affect anything else.”

The large fighter continued to argue with the man as Tohru’s gaze shifted to the side to notice a large set of Golden Dragon encrusted doors swinging open. A long bearded man with a draping ponytail walked forward, being escorted by a party of lovely dressed women, all holding decorated crimson fangs to their faces. What appeared to be guards walked to the side of them, wearing crimson masks around their faces, their muscular upper bodies exposed to show off crimson colored tribal tattoos.

Red must be their favorite color… Tohru chuckled.

As he continued to study the approaching bearded man, he noticed a large contrast of style in the way he dressed. The bearded man wore a red Shaolin Monk Uniform and matching Martial Art shoes, yet over his shoulders he wore a white fur coat. His fingers were embellished with pure golden rings on each one. He wore red shades lined with gold.

He has to be Fayzr, the head of the Crimson League, Tohru thought.

Fazyr and his party lined up before the edge of the balcony. The decorated League Master stroked his long beard with his ringed fingers.

“So, who here is fit to defeat our current Champion?” Fayzr walked over to the first fighter, inspecting him, and then began to walk down the line of fighters, nodding and shaking his head throughout.

Tohru positioned himself at the end, standing erected with his shoulders crossed. As Fayzr came up to him, Tohru spoke out; “I’m looking for a man named Kang.”

There was a twitch in the face of Fayzr, he cocked his head slightly, “And why would you ask me such a question?”

“I was simply told that you would know,” Tohru stated. Fayzr chuckled.

“Whether or not I know of this man that you speak of, it matters not unless you can become my new champion. And that also goes for the rest of you all,” Fazyr began to walk with arms extended back to his crowd of escorts and guards. “Defeat my current champion Balz and I will give you anything you desire! Money, women, power, and fame! Whatever you wish!”

Fayzr suddenly twisted around with a finger extended to the group of fighters, “But it won’t be easy my friends, and there can only be one champion!”

With that, Fayzr threw his arms over the shoulders of two of his female escorts and began to laugh with a hearty tone as the enclave walked down to the arena below.

The group of fighters all eyed each other, sizing each other up for their coming competition. The large man beside Tohru glared down at him and bellowed out, “YOU’RE GOING DOWN PUNK!”

Tohru glared back, “Heh, we’ll see about that, loudmouth.”


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WC: 658
TOTAL: 1,158
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The once still arena was now lit up with a buzzing atmosphere as the seats were filled to the brim. The fans shouted out cheers and jeers as they placed their bets on the warriors. All of the fighters were placed around the square ring of the arena. Next to the ring lied a throne where Fayzr sat. Above him, there was a large statue of a fist protruding outwards.

Fayzr stood up from his seat, quieting the audience with a raised, jeweled hand.

“Welcome all, to the bloodiest blood fest on this little blue planet known as the ‘Strongest Under the Lands, Strongest Under the Heavens’ Tournament! The title of this tournament says it all, as we will find out which of these rowdy fighters is truly the World’s Strongest by defeating our champion, Balz the Destroyer!” Fayzr cried out, “Now, without any further ado, let the tournament begin!”

The crowd errupted into applause.

A red masked man walked up into the center of the ring and beckoned for Tohru and another man to come upon the stage. As Tohru walked up, he noticed that his opponent was the large, loudmouth from before.

“First match, Tohru versus Barros!” the ref hollered out.

The large man raised up both of his large fists, which were adorned by three metal claws each, and bellowed out a mighty roar.

That’s right, anything goes, Tohru reminded himself of the rules as he stared at the sharp metal claws.

Another two, red masked fighters walked up to Tohru and Barros each carrying a crimson pillow with a syringe. The audience seemed to cheer at the sight of the items. Tohru leaned away as the attendant picked up the syringe.

“Just to numb the nerves,” the attendant assured with a sly smirk. The tournament apparently made it mandatory for the attendants to use enhanced medication for their fights. They claimed that it only helped with nervousness or fear, and didn’t affect fighting performance. This made sense in a way, wouldn’t want a warrior running off the ring in forfeit, wouldn’t make for a good show.

Tohru bit his lip, knowing that he would not have a chance to meet with Fayzr if he did not comply with the rules. So, hesitantly, he allowed the man to stick him with the syringe. Tohru felt nothing at first as the red liquid inside the syringe was transferred to his body. However, only a few seconds later Tohru felt the muscles around his body involuntarily shaking. His heart was pounding as he felt what must have been pure adrenaline rush through his body.

Holy shit!

Now it made sense, the medication was not just to get rid of the edge of competing, but turned the fighter into a senseless killing machine. This is what would make for a good show, having both fighters tear each other apart mindlessly rather than flying away in fear.

It took all the focus Tohru had to maintain his body’s movements as every fiber in him wanted to charge straight for his opponent. The Hybrid’s opponent, however, was screaming at the top of his lungs, raising both clawed hands straight into the air. Then, with a sudden twisting motion, the large man sliced the attendant next to him in half. Tohru was shocked, and was even further surprised when the ref did not halt the proceeding match and ran off the mat hollering, “BEGIN!”

Barros rushed forward, blood dripping from his front claw as he made his way to the Demon Hybrid. Tohru lowered his knees and raised his guard, placing himself into a stern defensive stance as he waited for his opponent. The large, charging man had one claw in guard and the other extended outwards. Barros swung his steel claws at Tohru, but the Hybrid was quick of his feet and dashed out of the way. The giant man was unrelenting however, and continued to swing his arms wildly in an attempt to shred the Demon Hybrid to pieces.

Tohru continued to dance around his opponent, ducking and weaving away from the slashes. However, he found that his opponent was not slowing down, nor was showing any signs of doing so. Tohru would have to take a risk and charge in. Still remaining focused, Tohru tried to time the man’s movements, and when he saw an opening, Tohru leapt forward with a front kick to the man’s chin. It connected and sent the man’s skull craning backwards with a grunt. Tohru then unleashed a torrent of palm and elbow strikes to the man’s large abdomen. While Tohru could hear Barros’s ribs cracking from the blows, the large man seemed not to notice them. He attempted to cut Tohru over and over again, but the Hybrid was too close inside his guard, preventing the claws from reaching him.

In an attempt to finish the fight, Tohru shot both of his palms into the chin of the giant. The blow cracked the man’s jaw and caused him to fly back onto the mat. As his opponent smacked flat down onto the tile ring, Tohru felt that the match was over.

Suddenly, the man’s body began to twitch, and then he began to slowly clamper to his feet. His jaw seemed to dangle from his cheeks, his eyes droopy yet bloodshot. He slowly began to raise his claws as he limbed towards the Hybrid.

Damn, that’s one powerful drug, Tohru thought.

Tohru knew he was going to have to finish this in a more permanent manner. The Demonic Warrior slid forward, raising his left leg high into the air and swinging it straight down upon his opponent’s head. There was then a loud crack, and the large fighter slowly fell backwards, blood pouring out of the gash in his head.

A few seconds went by, and Tohru heard the ref cry out “MATCH OVER! TOHRU WINS!”

The crowd cried out in a mixture of cheers and jeers towards the victorious Demonic Fighter, and as Tohru began to walk off the stage, he felt a little insulted at how many gamblers thought he was going to lose.


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WC: 1,022
TOTAL: 2,180
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Tohru sat atop a bench within the backroom of the arena, slowly panting as he caught his breath. The drugs were wearing off, and he was coming down from a serious high. The Demon Hybrid gazed down at his sweaty, bulging muscles. He had Master Roshi to thank for his new found physical prowess. The Old Hermit had the Hybrid performing intense cardio that included squat kicks, clapping push-ups, and sprinting laps around his training grounds all while wearing a giant, weighted purple turtle shell on his back.

However, despite his new physical strength and agility, it was due to his earlier years of training with his master Gordo that allowed him to win all of his matches during this bloody tournament. All of his opponents allowed the drugs to control them, charging in blindly and carelessly. Tohru used to fight like that during his younger years due to his unnatural demonic strength, but while training with Gordo, the Hybrid was taught to focus and control his anger. It was due to this discipline that Tohru was able to maintain his composure in his matches and find the weaknesses with his opponents.

Still, Tohru wasn’t able to walk away with just a scratch. He was quite beaten up, nothing that he wasn’t used to, yet he wondered if it would affect him in the finals. Tohru and the audience of gamblers had yet to see the current champion of the tournament, known as Balz the Destroyer. This was probably due to a desire to build up hype, get the crowd to go wild once the champ made his appearance

The door to the locker room opened with the red haired smoker from before walking through. He was the man who originally led the batch of new fighters into the arena and explained it's bloody rules. Recognizing him, Tohru stood up, expecting to be taken back to the arena. However, Tohru paused when he noticed the smoker waving the guards away and closing the door behind them.

Something was up.

Tohru stood with his fists clenched, brow furrowed towards his visitor. The red haired man lit up another smoke as he casually walked up to Hybrid.

“So, feeling pretty good?” the man inquired, standing before Tohru with his hands in his pockets. Tohru pondered what the man could be up to before giving an answer. Expecting him to be a gambler, the Hybrid figured the man wanted him to throw the championship match.

“Want me to take a fall or something? Is that why you’re here?” Tohru amused with a mocking tone. The man responded with a weak smirk. The Hybrid chuckled as he crossed his arms.
“Figured as much, probably how your master got so much bling huh? I’ve fought in my fair share of underground tournaments before, so I'm no stranger to this sort of bribery. But you can forget it, I'm gonna win this tournament, and then I'm gonna have a word with your boss,” Tohru declared. The man’s amused expression did not change.

“…Still haven’t learned anything have you?” the red haired man asked.

Tohru raised a brow at the man, but then just simply scoffed him off as he turned to walk away.

"Forget this, I've got a championship match to get to," Tohru stated.

The man spoke out again, but this time, he spoke with a much darker and almost menacing tone.

“Haven't learned much since that night I ripped your master’s heart out.”

Tohru halted. A cold stinging sensation ran through his entire body as he turned to look upon the man. The smoker had a dark smirk on his face, and his eyes seemed different somehow. Almost as if there was something lurking beneath them.

Kang?! Tohru did not ponder for long before he rushed forward, thrusting a palm heel towards the face of the man. The man’s arm shot out, his own palm clapping and gripping onto Tohru’s strike and stopping it completely in its tracks. Tohru was amazed by the man’s strength.

An open fanged smile spread across the man’s face as a dark laughter bellowed out. The skin on his face ripped apart like plastic as his hair’s color was washed with black. Bulging, scared muscles ripped through the tuxedo.

Seeing the sight of the Demon appearing before him, Tohru felt himself transported back to his master’s dojo, where he once saw this demonic figure before. The Demon’s bloody arm impaled through master Gordo’s body, a fanged smirk on his narrow face as his piercing yellow eyes locked onto a frightened Hybrid boy.

The demon, now fully revealed, towered over Tohru. His upper body was extremely muscular, but was covered in scars. His wild black mane seemed to sway in the breezeless room with an outwardly aura. His fanged smirk went from ear to ear across his narrow face as his yellow eyes lit up with joy.

“My, my, I expected more Tohru! Don’t tell me this is all the strength you got?” Kang questioned as he pushed down on Tohru’s arm. The Hybrid struggled to press up.

Anger filled the Hybrid’s body. After all these years, was he still really this weak? Tohru struggled to push back, gripping his right wrist with his left hand to provide leverage, but to no avail. The large demon before him then suddenly tightened his grip on Tohru’s hand. The Hybrid felt his bones crack under the pressure and fell to his knees in pain. Kang raised up his own right hand, cocking his head as he inspected it.

“I believe all it took was a swat from my hand in order to knock you down all those years ago?” Kang’s piercing gaze returned to the Hybrid, “Let’s see if that’s still the case.”

All Tohru saw was an immediate blur as a powerful force smacked against his face. He flew back and smacked against the steel entrance door to the room, landing on the marbled tile floor with a loud ‘thud’. He heard the demon bellowing out a deep laughter.

“Haven’t grown up at all have you, Tohru?” Kang cried out.

Tohru felt his rage raising to a new level. A darkness took over his body, the same darkness that erupted during his fight with the Demon Salisify. He growled painfully as he felt his muscles bulging, fangs began to protrude from his jaws. Veins pumping with that demonic blood of his.

“That’s it, Tohru! That’s the only way you’ll have a chance to win! Let your demon side take over you!” Kang edged on.

Tohru shot up, clenched arms extended to the side as he roared. His Ki level rising as he was surrounded by a black aura. The Demon Hybrid snapped his head around as he locked on to Kang, who was beckoning him with a gesture of his hand. Tohru rushed forward like a wild animal, throwing his shoulders forward as he tackled Kang. His bulging arms wrapped around the demon’s waist as he lifted the demon up and rushed forward, slamming him into the back wall of the locker room, creating a large crater. He pulled back and threw his shoulder back and forth into the demon’s stomach, each blow digging Kang deeper and deeper into the concrete wall. He then leaned back and began to throw punches and elbow strikes into the scar covered torso of the towering demon.

If Tohru had managed to maintain his composure, to focus his anger like his fallen master had taught him, he would have noticed that his attacks were ineffective. Each strike was easily absorbed by the large Demon, and the sight of thesmaller warrior striking the larger one resembled a child harmlessly striking his father.

Kang’s almost permanent smirk now twisted into a frown, “…Disappointing.”

The black mane demon raised a large hand into the air, and then clapped it around the head of Tohru, squeezing down with a terrific might. The demonic Hybrid howled in pain as he felt Kang’s fingernails digging into his skull. The large demon then proceeded to effortlessly lift Tohru into the air, the Hybrid clampering around the demon’s extended arm. Kang bellowed out a roar as he drove the back of Tohru’s head straight into the tiled floor, creating a nice little dent upon impact. The powerful blow silenced Tohru’s howls.

With blood now pouring out of the back of Tohru’s head, Kang lifted the Hybrid up and then tossed him like a child would a doll. He then launched him backwards with a powerful palm heel thrust into the chest of Tohru, sending the Hybrid smacking back against the entrance of the room once more.

Tohru’s back smacked against the steel frame door as he slid down onto his rump. He coughed up blood as his body trembled in unimaginable pain. With quivering eyes, Tohru saw Kang extend his arms upwards, the demonic fanged smirk now returned to his narrow face.

“Now witness the abilities of a true demon,” Kang stated.

He swung both arms downwards in two lines that drew an ‘X’, and seemed to summon up two powerful gales of wind as they rushed towards Tohru. The winds twisted together and smacked straight into Tohru. The impact of the blow carried Tohru straight through the wall, tearing the concrete down to pieces. It all collapsed upon the Hybrid, covering him with broken concrete that cut into his flesh.

Tohru’s vision blurred as he struggled not to black out. Yet, it took all of his strength just to lift up his head. Despite the immense power of the demon, the sight of Kang walking towards him seemed to fuel Tohru with rage. It gave him only a little strength, and the Hybrid cursed himself for being so weak.

“How long has it been Tohru, eight years? Eight years since I last saw you, just a teenaged little pup. And eight years later, you’re still just a little pup, just a bit bigger is all,” Kang mocked. He bent down on his knees and petted Tohru’s bloody head with his large hand. Chuckling, the demon spoke, “Yes, still just a pup.”

“…K-Kill…” Tohru muttered weakly. Just the embrace of the demon filled Tohru with even more rage.

Kang cocked his head as he brought his hand up and rested his chin on it, “All these years, you still haven’t realized that you’ve been training the wrong half?”

The demon straightened up, pinching a bit of concrete dust off of his black slacks and then sprinkling it upon Tohru’s head.

“I was really looking forward to this, our second encounter. And I must say, I’m entirely disappointed,” Kang remarked. The demon then turned to walk away, but as he did, Tohru reached out with a shaking hand and grabbed onto the demon’s left ankle. He groaned as he painfully titled his bloodied head to glare up at the demon. Kang looked down upon the rubble covered Hybrid with a menacing stare.

“…Not…f-finished…” Tohru declared.

The declaration seemed to bring a smile to the large demon’s face, and he slowly pulled his ankle away from Tohru’s weak grip in an almost teasing manner. With that, the demon said nothing more and simply walked down the dark hallway, fading away into darkness.

Get back here...! GET BACK HERE! WE'RE NOT FINISHED, DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU! DAMN! DAMN! DAMN!!! the words repeatedly echoed in Tohru’s head.

Did it really come down to this? After all those years of training, of searching, his first encounter with his sensei’s killer ended this way? With him, bleeding out onto the floor, helplessly beaten?

“Over here! I heard the crash from down here!” Tohru heard a voice cry out.

Rapid footsteps echoed in the dusty hallway as two Crimson League cronies rushed towards Tohru.

“Oh shit! What the hell happened here?!” one of the cronies cried out as he beheld the bloody sight before him. The Hybrid lied in a rumble of concrete that was once the wall to the locker room.

“Isn’t this the guy that’s suppose to fight in the finals? He’s barely breathing!” the other crony cried out from inspecting Tohru’s bloody body.

“Damn, we can’t disappoint the audience. They just want a bloodbathe, so lets stitch this guy up and load him up on as much of our special chems as we can and haul his ass out into the ring. The champion is waiting for him,” the first crony spoke out.

With that, they pushed the rubble off and hoisted the Hybrid onto their shoulders.

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TOTAL: 4,270
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Wobbling atop the tiled ring of the arena, Tohru couldn’t help smile; albeit a weak one. His head was soaked with dried blood, a make-do stitch was patched over his head wound and the rest of his body was covered in bandages. The crowd cried out for his head. Their champ stood at the other end of the ring, quizzically gazing down at the wounded warrior.

His title, Balz the Destroyer, was chanted among the crowd as the gigantic, bald fighter walked over to Tohru. He held a large syringe in one hand, containing chemicals of the drugs that the Crimson League would inject within their fighters. Tohru had just been loaded up with two syringes himself, and he had heard one of the medics stating that it would kill him; though the medic continued to add that it wouldn’t matter, seeing how he was about to go against Balz the Destroyer. His death was written in stone.

The weak smile on Tohru’s face was expressed from the concern Tohru had earlier about the minor wounds he sustained while fighting the rest of the competition, wondering how they would hold him back in the championship match. Those concerns were now simply amusing as he stood with a broken down body, the only reason he wasn’t screaming in pain was because of the powerful drugs that filled his body with adrenaline.

The great Balz the Destroyer gazed over to the Crimson League’s baron, Fayzr, who sat atop a golden throne near the ring. Fayzr simply shrugged his shoulders. Balz then returned his gaze to Tohru.

“It’s important that this fight doesn’t end quick, it would be too boring that way,” Balz extended his arms out as if to showcase the entire arena that was chanting his name, “I can’t disappoint my fans, so I’m gonna dissect you nice and slow little man!”

Tohru chuckled, “...Do what ya gotta do…”

The Hybrid already felt beaten. Not because of the shape he was in, or the massive opponent before him, but because of his previous encounter with the demon known as Kang. The creature had killed Tohru’s master eight years ago, right before his eyes. And now, eight years later, Tohru finally had a chance to exact his revenge when the demon finally revealed himself. Yet, after eight years of training and travelling, even after training with the famed master Roshi, he was no match for the demon. Kang tossed Tohru around as if he was a ragdoll.

Tohru was ready to accept his fate.

Balz injected himself with the syringe. The red chemicals shot within his veins and pumped the giant with adrenaline. His muscles bulging to unbelievable sizes, Balz lifted his arms up with a vein popping expression, bellowing out a mighty battle cry.

“BEGIN!” Fayzr cried out from his throne.

The giant rushed forward and wrapped his massive arms around the Hybrid. He hoisted Tohru straight into the air and began to squeeze tightly. Tohru could hear his ribs breaking as blood leaked from his mouth.

“I’M GONNA MAKE THAT TOUGH LITTLE HEAD OF YOURS POP OFF AND HIT THE DAMN CEILING!” Balz declared in a deepened voice.

Perhaps it was the overdose of chemicals, or the insurtmounting pain that was beginning to take hold of the Hybrid, but Tohru began to have flashes of his younger life.

He saw his master, Gordo, and his younger self, just a young boy, standing together within his master’s dojo. The two were sparring, as they often did. At one point, the young Tohru was knocked to the ground, mouth covered in blood just like his mouth was now.

The young Tohru was about ready to pounce up at his master in anger when he suddenly saw his master’s extended hand. A warm expression was on Gordo’s face. Tohru remembered that this was the only time that he felt safe to embrace the touch of another human being, as the youngling reached out and grabbed onto his Sensei’s hand and was hoisted back onto his feet.

Just as a smile was spreading across both the young and present Tohru’s face, he suddenly saw a gigantic hand pierce through his master’s chest. Blood sprayed across the young boy’s face as it was gripped tightly by the hand. Kang’s narrow face ripped through the impaled body of Gordo, his dark laughter flooding Tohru’s ears to the point where he was not able to hear any noise in the arena.

These memories caused rage to flood through Tohru. A black aura formed around the Hybrid, surprising Balz the Destroyer. Suddenly, Tohru bellowed out a mighty roar, and with fangs protruding once again from his jaws, he craned his head forward and clamped his extended teeth into the throat of Balz. The champion gasped in shock.

Tohru’s neck muscles bulged as his fangs tightened, digging into the flesh of the champion. As he tasted the human’s warm blood, he imagined that it was Kang’s blood, and that it was his throat that he was ripping through.

With a powerful pull, Tohru ripped the throat out of the champion Balz. The giant released his hold and tumbled backwards, gasping for air as blood gushed out his wound. He rolled in his own blood, bleeding to death as Tohru stood with the Destroyer’s flesh still clamped in his jaws. The crowd was silent, shocked and awed at the sudden brutality of the comeback.

Tohru spat the wet flesh to the ground as Balz gave out his final, gargling death throes.

“I’M COMING FOR YOU KANG! I WON’T GIVE UP! I WON’T STOP UNTIL I’VE TASTED YOUR FLESH! DO YOU HEAR ME KANG?! I WON’T STOP UNTIL I’VE EATEN EVER LAST OUNCE OF YOU, YOU SCUMBAG!!!” Tohru’s words became unintelligible as he began to bellow out demonic roars.

The audience, though shocked by the monster that stood before them, began to cheer for their new champion. Tohru’s name was chanted through the arena, echoing through the halls and into the streets above.

The Crimson League had its new champion.

QUEST COMPLETED

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