Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Pimple's opponent was running towards him like a rabid dog.

The thirteen year old slave was shit scared and was also running away from the bald man.

All the other soldiers were watching him and the slave decided to use them.

He changed his trajectory and ran straight towards them.

The soldiers laughed at him for this but he didn't give a fcuk. He wanted to live and he would do anything for it.

Fortunately, his luck acted at that moment as by sheer coincidence he came near Draxus.

Draxus also wasted no time and put his hand around the slave as if he was a friend.

Pimple thought the criminal captured him but when he looked, he heaved a sigh of relief as it was his master's right hand man—Draxus Maverick.

But he had no time to waste so he decided to make Draxus leave him.

Just then though, Draxus brought his mouth closer to Pimple's ear and Pablo saw his lips moved.

No one could hear it, heck, no one even saw it.

But Pablo had enhanced senses, so he heard every word that Draxus said to Pimple and his lips found a smile.

Pimple also heard Draxus' words as best as he could because he knew he was being told something by the best man possible. He also felt grateful that he didn't walk past Flashy. That man would have gotten him killed for sure.

It took only a few seconds for Draxus to say whatever he wanted and after he was done, Pimple nodded.

After that, Pimple again changed his trajectory and began running away from the crowd.

The criminal also saw it but he paid it no mind and carried on laughing like a maniac while running behind the slave.

No one suspected anything as well. They didn't even ask why Pimple suddenly changed her running direction again. They just watched the fight play out.

Pimple ran and ran and ran, he ran around the ground and the criminal followed closely behind him.

But after a few minutes, Pimple's speed slowed down.

He started panting, he became slow as hell.

The criminal laughed louder as he taunted the slave by saying that he lost his stamina like a weak man.

Pimple paid the man no mind and even if slowly, he continued running. His both swords were still in his hands and the criminal was in no way tired by all that running.

The criminal kept his speed the same and Pimple became even slower.

The criminal then told him that this was the thrill he loved. Running towards his prey until the prey runs out of stamina.

Pimple breath turned raggard, he wasn't able to form words and now he was simply walking.

The criminal laughed all the way and with his normal speed he reached just behind Pimple.

At that moment, a sharp glint passed through Pimple's eyes as the slave suddenly smiled.

No one saw that smile, especially the criminal.

The man stood behind the slave and rubbed his palms.

"Get ready to die, little lamb." He said and reached out for Pimple's neck from behind.

Everyone watched with bated breaths, everyone excluding Draxus and Pablo.

They both had the same smile as Pimple and when the man was just about to touch even the hair of the slave…

"Lambs are tired of dying, good sir."

Pimple suddenly turned around and there was no fatigue on his face.

The criminal's eyes turned wide and Pimple smiled wider.

"It's time for the butcher to be sacrificed."

Pimple wasted no time and…

SHRILL!

THUD!

THUD!

Many things happened at once.

Pimple had two swords as his weapon and he used both of them at the same time.

The first sword, firstly cut down the outstretched hand of the criminal and before the man could register it, the second sword reached the neck of the man and in one full swing, the head fell down on the ground as well.

…

Silence.

The ground was descended to silence again.

The thirteen year old slave who was running like a bitch and panting like he was on his death bed, cut down the head of the criminal in one full swing.

By that, all of them understood that it was his plan.

He acted like he was tired. And when the criminal finally reached near him with the feeling of victory, the slave played his card.

CLAP!

CLAP!

Everyone clapped for Pimple and Pablo did the same.

"Good work, Pimple. Rest for a while. You ran too much after all."

Pimple nodded and sat on the ground.

Pablo also glanced at Draxus and nodded.

Draxus smiled and returned the nod.

Now, with Pimple also done. That only left two slaves.

Only two slaves were left with their opponents on the ground and all eyes focused on them.

First, they looked at Brownie.

He was also thirteen years old and had brown hair.

The criminal in front of him was also barechested. His chest was filled with curly black hairs and the man was missing an eye. His remaining eye was green.

Brownie had a halberd as his weapon.

He was also sweating like the other slaves and the green-eyed criminal was eyeing up the slave.

He hadn't moved from his spot since the training had started and Brownie was glad for that.

Brownie was the tallest among the slaves but the criminal in front of him was even taller and muscular.

If the criminal would have started the fight right away then Brownie would have died for sure, as at the start he was scared enough to not even fight back.

But now Brownie had some confidence as he saw his other friends winning their fights. He believed he had some chance too.

Nevertheless, he won't move first. He would see what the criminal would do.

The criminal stared at the slave for a few more seconds and eventually, cracked his knuckles.

"You don't have an Ego, right, boy?" The criminal asked.

Brownie wasn't expecting the criminal to talk to him but he still answered:

"Y-yes. I don't have it."

The criminal nodded. "Fine. Then, let's do it this way."

The green eyed man stepped forward and with a smile, he proposed:

"Let's have an Egoless fight. Like the men we are."