Pa! Pa! Pa!
Suddenly, from more than ten meters away, the sound of steady clapping came. Shiva put away the trace of tiredness and slackness on his face and turned his face toward the source of the voice. In his line of sight, out walked a man with a large and muscular build. He was in military gear. He wore a long-sleeved T-shirt and a dark jacket on top.
"Seven Kills." Shiva called out the man's name directly. Obviously, the two had also crossed blades before.
Seven Kills stopped clapping.
"The battle was incredibly enjoyable to watch, but I personally dislike the flaunting and colorful skills," he said with a smile. "Men should always decide a fight with their fists."
"You are one strange man," Shiva said. "Since you have been watching for so long… why didn't you try to ambush us when I was fighting Understanding Death? If you did that, perhaps you would have killed both of us on the spot and claimed the victory."
