Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

The sword left Snow's hand like a bullet and it did a few cartwheels in the air for only one second and then in front of everyone's eyes, it happened.

PUCKK!

The tip of the sword hit right on the forehead of the man as it pierced it in one simple blow.

The man didn't even register what happened to him as his face was the same as before. His eyes were still locked on Snow's face and while doing this same thing…

THUD!

He fell backwards.

Pablo heard his heart stopping as one heartbeat lessened from the ground and silence echoed everywhere.

The people watching didn't expect something like this to take place as mostly they were expecting a battle between hands and a sword.

But the battle didn't even happen as Snow did something out of syllabus. Heck, they weren't sure that they could do something like this.

Even if they threw a sword, they were sure the tip of the sword wouldn't touch their target, either its hilt or some part of the blade would touch the target. All in all, they knew they wouldn't be able to earn a kill if they threw a sword.

So what Snow did made them believe that she must have practiced something like this countless times or she just tried it today and was lucky.

Nevertheless, all of that doesn't change the fact that what they witnessed was something exceptional.

And Pablo believed that too.

That's why…

CLAP!

Some claps happened.

Pablo clapped for Snow from the stage, seated cross-legged and following him, the others clapped as well.

Snow bowed her head towards Pablo and sat down on the ground.

She was tense for all this time but now she finally felt relief.

Although, she wasn't all that tired as she didn't face any kind of hardship and she only won doing something she had done many times.

When she was a kid, she used to throw things at the thick bark of the tree her parents had in their backyard. Be it cards, axes, knives, anything. At the start, she was bad but as time went on, her strikes made the things stuck on the tree like glue.

For Snow, she only threw a sword today at a tree and succeeded like always.

She remained seated on the ground and after Pablo praised her like others, he averted his eyes to look at the male slaves.

All the four slave girls had won their fights and one boy slave—Bush—had also won.

Only three slaves were left now. Three slaves and three criminals.

And these three criminals were among the same ten criminals whom Pablo respected a little. These criminals were one of those who only killed. Serial killers they were.

The slaves who were left were Pimple, Brownie and Young.

Pablo and the others first darted their gaze at Pimple because things were heating up there.

The criminal paired with Pimple was barechested and he was bald. He only had a brown beard.

Things were heating up here because with a sick laugh, the criminal started running towards Pimple.

Pimple was thirteen years old but the struggles he faced in Quintus made him look older. Also, he was the most handsome slave of Pablo.

The bald criminal ran towards Pimple and Pimple ran back.

The ground was mostly empty and no one came between them. They let them run.

The criminal constantly laughed while running and he found it more amusing when Pimple cried like a bitch.

Of course, Pimple wasn't crying but he was certainly afraid. He was only thirteen years old and the criminal after him would surely kill him. He was running away from death. Not the criminal.

But he also knew that he couldn't run forever and no one was coming to save him either. Therefore, he himself had to do something.

He had two normal swords as his weapon and whether he liked it or not, he had to do something with these two. Because he knew that the criminal was just playing with him. If the man wanted he could catch him in no time.

The criminal was running behind Pimple and Pimple was running like his life depended on it. Because it was.

The criminal was having fun catching Pimple but the man would surely get bored soon and increase his speed and capture Pimple. The slave didn't have that much time.

Bush had won.

Even the girls had won.

But Pimple couldn't use their tactics.

Bush had stayed in one place and focused but if Pimple stayed in one place then he would be captured and killed.

Melon had used her body to lure the criminal and Pimple could obviously not do that. His opponent wasn't gay. He won't give a shit to his body.

Lashes had jumped towards her opponent herself which Pimple couldn't do either as his opponent would love that and by the looks of it, the man looked good in combat. Pimple couldn't possibly fight and win against the criminal.

Ebony had pushed the daggers inside her opponent's jaw which Pimple also couldn't do as his opponent won't give him the chance to do it.

Lastly, Snow showed some monstrous skill and threw her sword directly at her opponent. Pimple couldn't do this either as his opponent isn't blind enough to not see an upcoming sword.

Pimple had to create something of his own. Something original. But what?

He ran his mind along with his legs.

He heard the bald criminal's crazed laugh from behind him.

Pimple ran around the ground and that's when in the corner of his eyes, he saw the group of all the other soldiers.

I can do this for now.

Something hatched in his mind as he moved his feet and began running towards the group.

The soldiers saw him coming towards them and they all laughed.

But all of them made sure to cheer for him and told him he can do this.

Pimple paid them no mind and shoved himself right between them.

And when he was just about to mix himself with the crowd, a hand came around his neck and a mouth came beside his ear.

Pimple became alarmed but when he saw who it was, he felt at ease and that's when things changed for him.

Because the mouth beside his ear said something to him.

Pablo saw all of that and his lips curled up.

Because he knew the man very well who helped Pimple.

It was one and only…

Draxus Maverick.