American Horror Story: A Tale of Terror from Silent Hill

Chapter 10 Arena
The concept of time is blurred in the sea of ​​fire.

Baling didn't know how long he fought amid the cheers. Sometimes he was the one who kicked his opponent down, and sometimes he was elbowed by his opponent.

Most of the time, he was the one getting beaten, but with each battle, his experience accumulated and his winning rate gradually improved.

In short, he fought one opponent after another, some of whom were human and some were not.

He didn't understand why everyone who came forward to beat him hit him so hard.

It was as if they were carrying some heavy burden and had a reason to win.

With every attack, Baling could feel from their eyes their extreme desire for victory, and how much they wanted to live hard again.

They want to win, and Baling wants to win too.

Can a mortal body defeat a non-human?

Baling didn't know.

As he fell down and stood up again and again, his body became stronger and stronger, like a piece of pig iron that was constantly hammered. The more it was hammered, the closer it became to tempered steel.

When the fighting spirit boiled over, dazzling sparks suddenly burst out from the charred body, hot lava flowed in the chest, and every breath was accompanied by ashes after burning out.

He didn't know where the power came from or who it belonged to, but all he had to do was to use all his strength to defeat the enemy in front of him!

Lost!

The angry fists tore through the strange inhuman creatures, and the knight who leaped down from the heights kicked and punched through the ferocious demons one after another.

Damn! How could I become so strong?
With the endless fighting, Baling encountered fewer and fewer opponents, and those powerful but strange-looking guys were no longer seen.

On the contrary, he encountered opponents who did not put much pressure on him again and again.

The scope of the sea of ​​fire gradually shrank.

This time, Baling met his old rival again.

He was an ugly man with a deformed face, a bald head and a strong physique.

He has always been taciturn, and even though the two of them have fought many times, he has never spoken.

The complete opposite of the other guy who talks a lot but is also ugly.

But none of this matters. What matters is knocking down the man in front of you and winning.

The two are old acquaintances.

The moment they met, they rushed towards each other tacitly, and then started punching and kicking each other.

They exchanged punches back and forth.

Baling punched and kicked, the wind from his fists blew away the thick smoke, and his kicks pierced through the flames. With every move, he poured all his strength into the strong man.

In comparison, the strong man's movements seemed a little sluggish and slow, but his body was strong enough to withstand it. He took a lot of damage, but just stepped back without falling down.

On the contrary, once he launched an attack and punched down, Baling had to use all the strength in his arms to take it.

Otherwise, he would have to explode and ignite before he could fight head-on, or even directly blow up the opponent. But at this time, he would fall into a cooling-off period and it would take a long time to recover.

If you encounter an opponent that you cannot defeat under normal circumstances, you will lose.

And once he loses, the next opponent he meets will be stronger.

He didn't understand why this happened either.

But the opponent does not have this restriction. He will do sit-ups repeatedly. After this game, he may come back in the next game, or the next game. It can be said to be quite difficult to deal with.

Therefore, when dealing with such an opponent, Baling always relies on a grappling approach, wearing him down bit by bit until he is defeated.

After some consumption.

Baling didn't remember how many rounds of attacks he had launched. The ugly strong man's body had accumulated enough injuries. His movements became slower and slower, and his life was like a candle in the wind.

If we just try harder, we can knock it down.

Very good, we're going to win this battle. Suddenly, an unseen joy appeared on Baling's charred face. He had a premonition that if he finished this battle, it would be enough.

As for why, he didn't know, it was just a vague perception.

Ever since he came to this place filled with fire, smoke and cheers, an invisible but real thread has been pulling him, and the pulling force is getting stronger and stronger.

The hairspring provides Baling with an upward force and a guiding direction, so that his body position will not fall too much if he loses, and will rise higher if he wins.

And now, as long as he wins this game, he can get out of here.

Somehow, he already knew it.

Well, there is no need to hold back anymore. Let me use my strongest force to beat you up, you lingering guy!

Baling's charred body looked like burning coal, flickering with flickering flames, and the color of lava flowed in his heart.

At this moment, power far exceeding that of before continuously surged from his body, and a cluster of burning flames appeared deep in Baling's pupils.

Die! Big, ugly, unknown guy.

He spread out his right palm, and a cluster of flames appeared out of thin air. Baling gathered his five fingers, clenched his fist and crushed the flames, which turned into tiny fire snakes that coiled around his fist.

Baling threw out a fire fist he created himself. In an instant, a terrifying fist mark appeared on the ugly strong man's chest. The next moment, a small area of ​​fire suddenly exploded.

The strong man's injuries worsened again, as Baling's fist went straight through his chest and back.

This time, it was Baling's turn to look at him with an extreme desire for victory.

The strong man's eyes dimmed quickly. Unable to continue fighting, he had to retreat.

As it should be.

The final winner is me!
This damn long battle is finally coming to an end.

At this moment, the constraints on Baling from the field suddenly eased, and the traction of the hairspring was sufficient.

Then, Baling slowly floated up into the sky, and above him was an extremely huge door.

The gap in the door is getting bigger and bigger, and the various aspects of human life and the natural spring scenery are revealed through it.

I'm leaving.

Baling understood.

He looked down at the sea of ​​fire where fighting was ongoing, his face filled with shock, his pupils shrunken to the size of needles.

What the fuck!

The ugly strong man trembled violently all over, as if he was having an epileptic seizure. Then, he slowly floated up, even catching up in speed.

Soon, it was highly consistent with Baling.

Damn! Why?
You are a champion, but you are worthy of taking off with me!
Baling had a lot of doubts in his mind. In a blink of an eye, the ugly strong man put on a white hockey mask, and the big hole in his chest recovered rapidly.

Jason!

This name suddenly popped up in Baling's mind.

At this moment, a brutal desire for killing was revealed from under Jason's mask. He stared coldly at Baling's face, as if he wanted to engrave him into his memory.

Mark the enemy!

Anyone who causes Jason pain must die!
Baling also understood it, and immediately used the strength in his body. Sparks appeared on his arms, and the fire accumulated and moved outwards, then suddenly exploded.

He bent one hand into a claw and exerted his strength on it. The charred hand suddenly turned red and warm like a burnt iron claw, hot and sharp.

If you dare to look at me, I will pop your eyes out!
The sharp claws hit Jason's face, and the two fingers were like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, piercing into his eyes through the gap.

After being dealt this brutal blow, Jason's eyes went dark. How could he, who had just upgraded his version, endure it? He was about to pounce and fight.

The next moment, the two disappeared at the same time and returned to the human world.

(End of this chapter)