"You dare to challenge me, mortal?" He asks, baffled.

Sukuna's grin grows sharp, capable of slicing through anyone or anything at the words of the visitor. The mere presence of them, it enthuses him to visually perceive whether they'd put up a good fight or be decimated within mere seconds. Whatever it is, he will always emerge triumphant no matter the man, woman or challenger.

He moves with expeditious reflexes, crackling his own knuckles and neck just to prepare for this satiating achievement, to control who dares to challenge him. The sound of his footsteps as he approaches grew louder, now towering over while four crimson eyes stared down with pristine exhilaration.

The sight of a sneer cuts through a gaze, a roaring laughter growing from the sorcerer. "Then do your best, or worst."