Chapter 85: Sasaki

"It's Shiva vs. Sasaki!!"

As the announcement echoed, both the contestants entered the arena and they engaged in an intense staring contest, as though the first to break away would undoubtedly lose the match.

Shiva had a mocking smirk plastered on his face, his eyes locked onto Sasaki's with an irritating stare. He summoned his sword with a flourish, the blade gleaming ominously.

Sasaki, a man in loose robes holding a blood-red sword, glared back menacingly. His expression was one of pure rage, as if Shiva had personally wronged him in the most unforgivable way. To say he was furious would be putting it lightly. If looks could kill, Shiva would have been dead fifteen times over already.

'I don't even know this motherf*cker, why is he so pissed off?! I didn't do anything to make him angry, did I?' Shiva thought to himself while imagining Sasaki as a raging bull, ready to charge.

In actuality, Shiva did know about Sasaki although nott in this life.