Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Lashes won.

She remembered her father's lessons and won the fight like a warrior.

She chose offense instead of defense, taking the criminal off guard and killing him as a result.

Pablo and the others really liked her courage as claps happened for the girl.

Lashes loved the sound of that and while lying on the ground, she savored the feeling of victory.

And with her win, four slaves out of eight won their fights.

Bush, Melon, Ebony and Lashes were the winners and Pablo looked at those who weren't in this list.

There was only one female slave left to win and Pablo decided to pay attention to her. And not only him, everyone else also looked at her because her fight was about to take place as well.

Her name was Snow.

She had long beautiful white hair and hence, Pablo gave her such a name.

The criminal in front of her hadn't attacked her for all this while simply because he wanted to see the others.

He was a rapist but he wasn't into dead bodies. He molests live girls. Not dead ones.

He watched the fights of other girls and he also watched the other criminals dying.

He was one of those who was afraid of getting hurt so he would make sure that he had a plan before he moved to attack the girl in front of him.

Like others, he had also thought that these egoless girls would be easy prey but as he saw the criminals falling, he wasn't sure anymore. So it was better to start late than dying for being impatient.

Pablo scanned the criminal from head to toe and he appeared the most normal one of them all.

He looked like an average person roaming in the streets and going to work. If he dressed up, no one would believe that he was a criminal, a rapist at that.

I see. He made himself appear normal that would make the girls think he is harmless. And when they let down their guard, he makes his move. He has a little brain it seems.

Pablo figured the reason for such an appearance of the criminal and only hoped Snow also finds a way to win like the other slaves. Well, even if she doesn't find a way, Pablo would manage. Of course he won't jump in to save her but if his soldiers are even a little smart, everything would be fine.

The criminal had no weapons like others but Snow definitely had one.

The white haired girl had a sword. A normal plain sword. She was holding it pretty well and her posture was also close to perfection.

She was tall, she was slender and what Pablo noticed most was her eyes.

They had no fear in them. They were focused and they were filled with grit for some reason.

Pablo remembered that these were the same girls who were afraid of these criminals, who were trembling just by their gaze, who were on the verge of crying. But now, Pablo couldn't find those girls anywhere.

Not only did they win their fights, they killed the criminals as if they do it daily.

But Pablo knew, all the credit for this goes to only one man.

Bush.

His victory made the slaves believe that they could do it too. That they could also win even without Egoes.

I had something else in mind as the results of training but I am satisfied with this result too. All of this changes my plan a little though. What a pain.

Pablo shook his head and watched the girl's next steps.

The criminal in front of Snow gawked at the girl carefully as he constantly side stepped.

Snow mirrored him and walked to her side as well.

Both of them were walking in circles while watching each other. There was not a lot of distance between them. If anyone jumped with even a little force they would find themself standing in front of their opponent.

No one blinked for even a second and the people gave them silence as only the sound of their light breathings could be heard.

The criminal had an Ego and he wanted to use it too. But his Ego would only work if he stares at his target for twenty minutes straight. He had to stare at his target's face for twenty minutes for his Ego to work.

And he was doing that now.

He was staring at Snow's face for all this time simply for this reason. Twenty minutes hadn't been up. He was just waiting. As soon as twenty minutes would end, Snow's story would end as well.

After all, he had captured many of his victims using his Ego. He only stared at their faces for twenty minutes from far and when he was successful, he did his deed.

So, if they kept on circling for a few more minutes then it would be his win. He just had to stall it. He just had to keep his eyes on Snow's face and make sure that the girl suspects nothing.

Snow obviously had no idea about all of this. She didn't know that her countdown had started even before the fight began. She didn't know about the man's Ego so she was unaware why the man was only staring at her and keeping his distance.

Both fighters had sweat dripping from their faces and some strands of Snow's hairs had stuck on her face due to the sweat.

She would have ignored it but with a little wind, the hairs fell around her nose.

She flinched as her nostrils urged her to make all kinds of movements.

This is bad. I will sneeze. My eyes would close and he might use it to attack. I have to do something.

Snow didn't want to lower her guard even for a second and if the ends of her hairs stayed around her nose, she would face problems.

Therefore, removing the hair was necessary.

Hence, while keeping her eyes glued to the criminal she raised her hand.

And by habit, she made a mistake.

She raised her right hand. The hand which held the sword.

She used her dominant hand to remove her hair. And if the criminal attacked now, then she would be slow to defend herself.

But she had already brought her right hand near her nose and when she saw the criminal did nothing, she simply removed her hair from her nose.

And fortunately, the next moment…

She found something.