Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

The blue-eyed criminal, Young's opponent, was winning by a huge margin.

He had overpowered the kid and was just about to see him taking his last breaths.

His foot was already on the slave's neck and he pushed it hard on Young's throat.

He would choke the boy with his foot alone. He would win. He would kill the boy and earn his freedom and kill more people while roaming on the street.

He was already seeing it. He was already seeing his future full of freedom.

And he was just about to turn his future into reality when everything came crashing down.

From somewhere, a sword came to him and it pierced his chest.

He landed his gaze at it and it was his first time seeing such a long sword.

The sword had come from the group of soldiers and he couldn't see where it started.

The sword had come out of nowhere. And it was the longest sword. It had pierced his heart and by that, his anger broke all bounds.

He made a vow that he would find the man who pierced his heart and kill him.

But before that, he would kill the boy below his feet.

He pushed his feet on Young's throat with all the strength and the poor boy wouldn't be able to hold it for long. The criminal was too strong. He would die.

The surrounding soldiers were already tensed as the sword had also taken them off-guard. They weren't expecting a sword to come from within them.

But they knew one thing.

They all recognised the sword. They all knew whom this sword belonged to.

They had seen this sword earlier. They had seen this longest sword earlier.

It belonged to a soldier, Pablo's slave, Pablo's slave who had an Ego.

This sword belonged to none other than…

Nike.

All of them scattered and soon Nike appeared, holding the hilt of his sword.

No one said anything and they would have looked at Pablo to see his reaction if not for being amazed that the blue-eyed criminal was still fcuking alive.

Nike had pierced his heart for fucks sake. He should be dead by now.

The criminal coughed blood but his foot remained stern.

He would kill Young first and then he would kill Nike. After all, he had also seen Nike when the soldiers scattered.

Also, with his right hand, the criminal had held the sword tightly. He won't let the sword go anywhere until he captures Nike and kills him.

Meanwhile, Nike, he couldn't care less about himself. Young was dying. He was about to die. He had believed the criminal would die right away if his heart was pierced. But the bastard was still standing tall and only coughing blood.

But seeing Nike, someone also found courage.

One person, who was resting on the ground, stood up and walked towards the only fighting pair that was present on the ground.

Then, the person stood beside Nike and did something they had done before.

Holding a sword with their thumb and index finger, they raised it in the air, its tip hanging at the back of their head.

The criminal and everyone else saw it and they remained silent.

They didn't want to disturb the person as deep down, they wanted Young to stay alive. They didn't want the boy to die at all.

The criminal, after seeing the person taking their stance, started moving his head left and right. He wanted to make sure that the person fails to hit their target.

But the criminal underestimated the person.

Because the person threw the sword anyway.

The criminal danced his head all around but the person couldn't care less about it.

Because…

"I wasn't targeting your head, dumbass."

The criminal's brows shot up but it was too late.

The sword hit his foot and the speed was fast enough for the sword to cut down his foot entirely.

And there was only one person who could do such a thing.

Snow. Pablo's Egoless slave.

She had also joined Nike and she stopped her rest just to stop Young from resting in peace.

She used her skill and with great precision, cut down the right foot of the blue-eyed man.

With that, Young was finally free.

The twelve year old slave coughed his heart out as he gulped a large amount of air. He came back from the dead. He faced death head on and came back from it.

He looked at the two people who helped him and he was grateful for them from the depth of all his being.

But the criminal was now successfully enraged. His heart was pierced. He didn't have his foot anymore.

He glared at Pablo, hoping the man would say something but the Marshal stayed quiet.

He gritted his teeth and reached out for Young's face.

He would gouge the eyes of the boy. He would vent all his anger on this little bastard.

But Young was smart enough so he moved to the side from the criminal and looked for his sword.

The sword was away from him and the criminal was already ready to attack the boy again. He was in front of him after all.

Young's heart broke the bounds of beating and then…

TUN!

The sword fell beside him.

His eyes lit up as he saw a black substance on the handle of the sword.

He knew that substance as he jerked his head at the source.

"Use it. Thank me later."

Young nodded and held the sword.

Gerald patted the back of his son as that black substance belonged to one and only Flashy Rail.

Young now had the sword and this time, he won't waste time. He won't let the help of his friends go to waste.

Therefore, he raised his sword and the criminal in front of him touched the slave's face.

But Young leaned his head back and…

THUK!

Stabbed the sword right inside the left ear of the blue-eyed criminal.

The sword went from one ear and came out of the other.

The criminal's eyes stayed wide and the next second, it happened.

THUD!

The criminal fell down.

With that, Young was the victor.

And with Young, all the one hundred and ten soldiers of Pablo won their battles.