"Cheng-kun!!"
Seeing Fang Cheng get killed, Asaka Akie let out a heart-wrenching scream.
At the other end of the basketball court, Sato Hayato clutched his aching head as he knocked down a group of cultists who had run in from outside the gym.
Sato Mai screamed too. Sato Hayato turned his head and happened to see the horrific sight of Fang Cheng's death.
It was as if lightning had struck him. He froze, feeling as though a pillar inside him had collapsed, leaving his mind completely blank.
Up on the Altar, Mizuma Atsushi also breathed a deep sigh of relief.
His whole body ached. He had fought more than a dozen female assassins when he was young, but it had never left him this exhausted.
He didn't think Fang Cheng could still be alive. Even if Vampires could heal themselves and were immortal, a god had passed judgment on his death. Immortality wouldn't help him.
But in the next moment, Fang Cheng—the man Mizuma Atsushi had thought was as good as dead—suddenly pushed his hands and feet against the ground and pulled himself free of the dozen or so steel bars.
Mizuma Atsushi's mouth fell open in an 'O', his eyes bulging as he stood there, stunned.
At that moment, his faith nearly crumbled. He even wanted to question the great Twin Gods.
Why wasn't this bastard dead yet? Who, exactly, were your followers?
Fang Cheng hadn't come through unscathed. The 6 in his vision had become a 5. He had paid the price for breaking his oath and lost a life.
Shit, I really shouldn't go around making oaths.
That thought flashed through Fang Cheng's mind. The moment he leaped up, he had already guided the blood flowing through his body to condense into dozens of spikes, which shot