Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Brownie's grandma was an expert in using Halberd.

And naturally, she had taught her grandson to use it as well.

He wasn't an expert like her but he had heard everything his grandma had told him.

One such thing included…

There are two types of halberds. If you are against an opponent stronger than you and you have the first type, then find a chance and run away. But if you have the second type—which you should always choose—and your opponent can kill you single handedly, then you shall do one thing. If you do it… then no one is a better killer than you.

Brownie recalled her lesson and he recalled each and every detail his grandma had told him.

Therefore, he acted on her teachings immediately.

Brock had his left hand raised and Brownie had his jaw clenched.

The slave constantly moved his left hand towards the head of the halberd and while doing that…

BAAM!

Brock landed one more smoking punch on the face of the slave.

Brownie's nose became more twisted, he also lost some of his teeth, but the boy held on.

He was only holding his halberd with his right hand and even after that hard punch, he didn't let it go.

No one paid that much mind to it and they all believed that the slave would die today. Because he wasn't doing anything at all. He was simply standing in front of Brock like a breathing punching bag. At this rate, he would die. He would die with no fighting at all.

Pablo stayed cross-legged on the stage and watched the fight with no fear and anticipation as even if the slave died, it won't be that much loss for him. But he would surely like to see what Brownie was plotting.

After punching the slave, Brock laughed out loud.

"You are the best opponent, boy. Stay like this and I want to see how many punches of mine can kill people."

The criminal was elated and joyful as he believed he was punching on the punching power testing machine.

The slave in front of him was doing nothing at all!

However, if he had paid attention, he would have seen that the slave was definitely doing something.

His left hand was now at the back blade which was behind the front blade of the halberd.

Brock was holding the front blade of the halberd with his right hand and he made sure to not leave it. He won't even let the slave use his weapon.

But Brownie had something else in his mind.

His grandma had told him to always choose the second type of halberd and so this time, he had chosen the second type.

And as to why his grandma told him to always choose the second type? It was because this second type had a speciality.

Brownie held the second blade of the halberd with his four fingers and thumb, and at that moment, he took everyone off guard.

Because the slave, with broken teeth, smiled.

Brock also saw that smile but before he could think of something, Brownie used the speciality of his halberd.

The speciality being…

KHLICK!

The second blade of the halberd came off.

Brownie took out the second blade from the top of the halberd.

Pablo's lips curled up seeing that and now he waited for the final blow.

And this very thing was the speciality of the second type of halberd. The second blade comes off.

Brock also saw it but Brownie had already started his plan in motion. He won't waste this chance.

He won't let this slide. He had suffered two monster punches and he would make sure he made the monster pay for the punches.

Brock was already standing really close to the slave so Brownie simply held the detached blade and like his grandma had taught, he did the exact same thing.

THUKK!

He shoved the blade right inside the throat of the criminal.

Brock's throat got cut right from the middle as the blade stuck inside it.

Blood flowed out instantly and with wide eyes, the criminal stared at the Brownie's smiling face.

And that face became the last thing he saw, as just after that…

THUD!

Brock fell down in front of Brownie.

After that, Brownie let out a tired and long sigh and stared in the sky.

"Thanks, grandma."

It was because of her that he suddenly remembered that he could also win.

Not many people knew about the second type of halberd, simply because they were scarce. Not many of them were being built anymore. Brownie was lucky enough to find the second type of halberd here.

He was scared at the start but his subconscious mind kind of helped him when he saw the blade at the top of the halberd.

Nevertheless, it was over and Brownie laid down on the ground.

The soldiers clapped for him and Pablo also said some words.

"That was good, Brownie. Your presence of mind was great. Make sure to remember this feeling. It will help you in future."

Brownie showed a thumbs up to his master while lying on the ground and Pablo had already averted his eyes from the slave.

Because only one slave and one criminal was left on the ground.

Young. The youngest of the slaves. He was twelve years old.

Melon, Ebony, Lashes, Snow, Pimple, Bush, Brownie, the seven slaves had already won their fights and this young slave was the last one and he was the only one who was suffering.

He had a sword on his hand but it helped him nothing because his opponent had overpowered the slave.

The criminal was twice the size of Young and he had blue eyes.

And in those blue eyes, there were no signs of compassion. They were empty and they were dark.

In those eyes, Pablo saw murder and the criminal was on the verge of doing that.

Everyone was focused on other fights that they didn't even see the situation of Young and now that they saw it. They reached only one conclusion.

The boy would die.