Adolf Hustler pierced his wrist inside Ingine’s chest.
The tall man with a beard died by the hands of Adolf.
’I knew today was his last night.’ Pablo already predicted what would happen with Ingine.
"You sent him to die there? That’s not right." Cupid did her usual complaint.
’No. Not only Ingine. I sent all four hundred men to die. They will all suffer.’
"What? How could you do that? This will not be seen as good by the Gods."
’It was bound to happen. These people would have attacked them anyway. I just fastened the process. And don’t threaten me with God every time. They sent me here knowing full well what I can do. Shut up for now.’
Cupid complained again but Pablo entirely ignored her by now.
He shifted all his focus on Hustler.
"He killed Ingine!"
"Attackkkk!"
The hungry men were already enraged and the death of Ingine broke the bounds of their rage.
"Come at once." Hustler took out his hand from Ingine’s chest.
Ingine’s body fell down and Hustler turned his body to face the other men.
Pablo paid close attention to the scene as he wouldn’t get a better chance to see Hustler’s Ego.
’Show me what you got, Adolf boy.’
All the hungry men ran towards Hustler and Hustler welcomed them with his fists.
Both his hands were stretched in front of him and he thrusted his fists to any one who came near him.
"Die!" One man shouted, attacking Hustler.
"No, you." Hustler punched the man and just like Ingine, the man got his chest punctured as well.
Then another man came and the same thing happened.
Hustler punches were strong enough to pierce the chest of the men in one blow.
He was like a karate master, killing everyone with just one punch.
The people who died had a hole in the middle of their chest. They didn’t even get to know what killed them.
Hustler’s speed was sonic and no one could dodge from the punches.
Whoever came near Hustler, died by his hands and by this, less and less people stopped coming towards Hustler.
"Attack from far. Don’t go near him. He is dangerous."
"Yes. Hurt him from far away."
"Kill him."
The men made new plans and now they attacked Hustler from far.
The people who had long range Egoes proved to be the most useful as they could attack Hustler without going near him.
"If you don’t come then I will." Adolf took the initiative this time and while dodging the attacks, he reached near the people attacking him from far.
"Die."
PUCK!
"Die."
PUCK!
"Die."
PUCK!
Hustler pierced the chest of people back to back. Both of his hands were dyed in red. Both his hands had the power to pierce the chest of the people. He was like a machine.
"He is a monster."
"I would not like him as an enemy."
"I will be his slave."
"His fists are so deadly."
"They are Iron Fists."
"He is Iron Fist."
The people who were first attacked by the hungry men watched Adolf killing people back to back. The hungry men also forgot about them as all of them focused on killing Adolf.
And Adolf’s way of killing gave him a nickname among the people. He was now called The Iron Fist.
"Wait." Adolf said. He stopped attacking.
Everyone else also stopped as well.
"What?" They asked.
Adolf turned his head behind.
"Stop giving me nicknames and start fighting as well. Or else I will kill all of you too."
"Right."
"As you say."
"We are with you."
The people who were initially attacked were forgotten by everyone but Hustler’s order brought them back to the scene.
They started attacking as well and once more, the battle royale began.
’It’s all about his fists. His Ego must be related to that as well.’ Pablo guessed Hustler’s Ego as he watched him some more.
There were still some hungry people left and Hustler definitely won’t stop before killing them.
Pablo could watch as much as he wanted.
"Will you not join the fight, Boss?" Flashy asked, standing beside Pablo.
"Not yet. Or probably not today. Adolf will kill most of the people. Draxus is also killing well. My participation is not needed."
"Strange. I thought you liked killing. Can’t believe you are refusing to go there." Flashy commented. Cupid had the same thought as well.
"I like killing. But this time, I have some other motives. There is that X which I have to find and I want to see Adolf fighting as well. He called himself Evil and till now, he is proving that."
"Oh right. So did you find your X?" Flashy asked.
"Don’t call it my X. And I have doubts about some people. I am just figuring it out. Don’t disturb me."
"Alright." Flashy stopped talking and Pablo gawked at the battle royale.
Hustler was now covered with blood from head to toe and he was smiling. No one got to take a bath since they had arrived in the camp so they were looking the same as they were looking after the first and second test.
Hustler was already covered in blood after the first test and now he was covered in more fresh blood. He had become all red. He was a Devil who bathed in blood.
Pablo paid close attention to Hustler but it doesn’t mean that he wasn’t looking at others.
His eyes scanned the faces of everyone. He was watching the behavior, actions and expressions of everyone else. He had suspicions on some people that they could be X and he made sure to watch everything those suspects were doing.
People were becoming less and less as time passed. Dead bodies were getting piled up and the most number of bodies were around Hustler. His killing speed was tremendous.
"This is bad."
"He is killing everyone!"
"We will die because of some food!"
"Run!"
"Wait. Where is that man? The man who fucking started all this."
"The white ranked guy. Where is he? Did he die? He spewed that night of malice shit. Where is he?"
"He made us do all this!"
As the men saw their deaths coming closer to them, they started telling truths. Their rage was no more as it couldn’t help them against Hustler.
Hustler reached closer to the men and seeing him dripping with blood, the men couldn’t move from their spot. They froze.
Hustler reached in front of them and clenched his fists.
"Please don’t kill me."
"Me too. Don’t kill us. We were used."
"Yes. Someone made us do this."
The men begged as soon as they saw Hustler clenching his fists. And surprisingly, Hustler stopped as well.
"Is it true?" Hustler asked.
"Yes." The men nodded like chickens.
"So someone sent you here to die. Who made you do this?"
"You are about to get caught, Pablo. Any plans for that?" Cupid asked. She could hear the men from far away.
’Nothing will happen.’ Pablo replied. He was calm and his eyes were on Hustler.
"The man with the weakest rank. The White ranked Ego. His name I don’t know."
"He manipulated us. He enraged us for food. He is the one responsible for all this."
"Go kill him. Spare us."
Hustler heard the men and he instantly jerked his head, looking far away.
"Was his name Pablo Castillo?"
"Took you long enough." Pablo spoke.
Both men stared at each other. Pablo and Hustler were in a staring contest and neither of them averted their eyes.
There was a lot of distance between them.
"The one standing far away. Was he the one?" Hustler asked the men, pointing at Pablo.
The men looked there.
"Yes! He is the one. He is that bastard. Kill him."
"Kill him."
"Spare us."
"Go kill him!"
"Shut up." Hustler put his finger on his lips.
"He may be the one who made you all come here. But he isn’t the one who disturbed my sleep. It was you guys. And that is also an offense worthy of death."
"No. Please. Don’t do this."
"Yes. He is the one."
The men begged again but Hustler, "I don’t give a shit."
PUCK!
PUCK!
PUCK!
Hustler didn’t pay attention to their cries and killed the men.
His fists moved faster and in one second he killed two men.
’See? Nothing happened.’ Pablo said.
"Yeah. But why? Why didn’t he come after you?" Cupid asked.
’Because he and I both know that our fight is inevitable. And it’s not the time for that yet.’
"But why is that? Why do you both even have to fight with each other? Just finish this test and both of you can go the other way. There is no need for a fight."
’It seems you don’t know the rules, Angel.’ Pablo said.
"What?" Cupid asked.
Pablo’s lips curled up. ’There can’t be two lions in one jungle.’
"That’s…" Cupid didn’t know what to say. She couldn’t deny that.
"Ahngh. Whatever." She gave up.
Pablo ignored her once more and watched the people dying by Hustler.
There were many people for Hustler to kill and like that, five minutes passed.
And finally, after forty minutes since the start of the Battle Royale, Pablo started walking.
He finally moved from his spot and walked towards the fighting area.
"Ready to fight now, Boss?" Flashy followed behind Pablo.
"No. Ready to end this." Pablo replied.
"Oh. How so?"
"I solved the question."
"What question?"
"The most famous question of all time."
Pablo smiled and increased his speed.
"And that question is?" Flashy ran behind as well.
Pablo increased his speed more and his eyes were fixed on only one person. That person was the answer. That person was the answer to the question called…
"Find the value of X."
New novel chapters are published on freewёbn૦νeɭ.com.