"It would be a shame to lose an opponent just like that."
Zhou Yuanjue's reply was simple and to the point.
'Is it really just because he didn't want to lose an opponent?'
Ludi stared at the man's charred, grotesque face, a jumble of thoughts running through his mind.
He had expected some high-sounding reason, like their countries' relations, cooperation, or friendship.
But no, this was exactly the kind of thing a man like him would say.
A smile of relief appeared on Ludi's face.
He pushed himself up slightly and extended his fist toward Zhou Yuanjue, just as he had done when he first transformed into Shiva at the start of the fight.
"I hope we get another chance for an exchange."
Ludi said with a smile.
At that moment, Zhou Yuanjue's charred face cracked into a grin that looked somewhat terrifying, and he slowly extended his own fist.
