Dug turned and blocked the sword for Wang San.
But Wang San no longer needed it. With a howl, he pounced on the man he had stabbed to death. His short blade flashed, cleanly severing the man's head. Cradling the bloody head, his face was filled with Deep Affection. "Who was it? Who hurt you? Why? No, no one but me is allowed to hurt you... Damn it, you can only die by my hand..."
With that said.
He tossed aside the head in his hand and lunged through the air at another second-generation disciple afflicted by Yandere's Fear.
That disciple had already been consumed by fear. Seeing Wang San charge at him made his liver tremble. By the time he thrust out his longsword, he had already lost all composure.
The short blade met the longsword.
With a clang, it knocked the longsword flying.
Then Wang San's short blade plunged into his chest. Looking utterly mad, he said, "Give me your heart. Let me see your heart. Let me see whether there's me inside it..."
No one wanted to be nothing but support forever.
Wang San was no exception. Feng Zhong's Keyword was leveling up too quickly, nipping at his heels. Who knew when he might surpass him? Wang San had to speed up his own advancement and maintain his lead.
Words alone were too slow. He had to use action to display his sickly love, his twisted obsession...
A moment later.
A beating heart landed in Wang San's palm. Staring at it, he gave a foolish, infatuated smile. "Baby, your heart is warm. I guessed right—there really is me in your heart..."
Wang San's sudden outburst terrified every disciple afflicted by Yandere's Fear.
Originally.
They had been fighting while forcibly suppressing their fear.
After all, Wang San looked