Zongman, Rebirth of the Heaven-Defying Kirito

Kirito then ignored them and turned his gaze to one of the Misaka sisters beside him.

"Are you settling in well here?" Kirito asked affectionately.

Simply because the other party is a Misaka Sister who just joined today.

Her gaze fell on the backs of the women in the front row, her eyes filled with curiosity yet also a hint of restraint, clearly indicating that she hadn't fully adapted to the atmosphere yet.

Today, Accelerator focused most of his energy on fighting the players, so Kirito brought Misaka Mikoto back with almost no effort.

Perhaps because of the shared memories, she didn't show much resistance and came back with me directly.

But it was also her first time spending time with so many sisters, and she hadn't quite integrated yet.

The other person stood there quietly, sharing a seat in the last row with Kirito.

In response to Kirito's question, Misaka nodded gently: "The others shared a lot of food with Misaka. This is the first time Misaka has experienced being shared with so readily."

“That’s how everything is, don’t be so formal.” Kirito smiled and pointed to the chattering Misaka Sisters in the front row: “They were just like you when they first came, and they’re doing just fine now, aren’t they?”

She looked at the Misaka Sisters in the front row and saw that they were gathered together and occasionally sharing snacks. It seemed like things were going well.

"Speaking of which," Kirito suddenly remembered something and casually asked, "What should I call you?"

With the increasing number of Misaka Sisters lately, Kirito is starting to have trouble telling them apart.

"Misaka is Misaka."

It's the same combination of surname and number, no different from the other Misaka Sisters.

Kirito never even considered giving them names.

After all, naming one person is relatively simple, naming ten people is a bit difficult, and naming a hundred people is simply not something a human can do, not to mention that there are more than 10,000 Misaka Sisters currently in existence.

So Kirito decided to remember them by using a combination of their surnames and numbers.

But since they all look exactly alike, this method is ineffective.

He had only asked casually, just to confirm something as a matter of routine.

But the situation is completely different!

"Misaka..." Kirito repeated the number in his mind.

The next second, his body jolted, and he hurriedly looked at Misaka, as if trying to find some confirmation on her face.

Misaka asked, puzzled, "Is there a problem with Misaka's name?"

"No, it's nothing."

Kirito remained silent for a moment, then turned to leave.

Before leaving, he whispered, "It's almost over."

These words, though spoken lightly, reached the ears of every Misaka Sister clearly.

The Misaka Sisters stopped talking and looked towards the door, in the direction Kirito had left, all somewhat puzzled.

Only Kirito, who was familiar with the plot, knew that the turning point came after Misaka.

......

On the night of the second day, at the pier near the sea in the seventh district of Academy City.

A sea breeze swept across the dock, and the large containers cast long shadows under the moonlight.

Misaka stood in the open area, waiting, her short brown hair gently ruffled by the sea breeze.

"So, you're today's test subject?" Accelerator's figure landed lightly from the top of the container.

Misaka's voice was flat: "Misaka-go, confirmed to participate in this experiment."

"Let's begin." Accelerator waved lazily.

The battle between the two began, and Misaka Sisters immediately took action.

First, he pulled out a submachine gun, pointed it at the other person, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet whistled out, but bounced back at an even faster speed the instant it hit the pedestrian crossing.

Misaka Sister dodged to the side, the bullet grazing her cheek and leaving a bloody mark.

"This is so boring." Accelerator yawned. "Can't you clones come up with something new?"

To be honest, he quite enjoyed this hard-won opportunity to conduct the experiment.

In the past, it was either that black bastard who came to cause trouble, or that group of freaks who insisted on bothering them.

It's been almost two weeks since the experiment was completed.

But today is different from the norm.

The black bastard didn't show up, didn't abduct the test subject beforehand, and even those freaks didn't appear. This time, the experiment was completely undisturbed.

"So struggle and please me as much as you want, because you'll never have another chance after that."

Accelerator's crimson eyes gleamed with a complex mix of excitement and boredom, and a cruel smile played on his lips.

Misaka did not respond. She calmly took out her grenade launcher and fired.

The explosion occurred at the feet of Accelerator.

Dust billowed up instantly, and the smoke from the explosion obscured visibility.

As the smoke cleared, Accelerator looked at the spot where Misaka Sisters had been standing and found that she was nowhere to be seen. After looking around, he discovered that she had moved to the air intake of the dock.

A sea breeze kept blowing from behind her...

But what's the use?

"If that's all, the game is already over!" Accelerator stated as if stating a fact.

Misaka didn't just randomly choose this location.

Although she did not break through the Level 2 limit, she had the memory sharing of thousands of Misaka Sisters before her, which gave her more precise calculations in tactical application.

She slowly raised her right hand, and a faint blue electric current emanated from her fingertips.

Seeing such a weak current, Accelerator almost laughed... no, his disdainful smile never stopped.

You think you can kill me with this negligible amount of electricity?

Just as she thought of this, Misaka Sisters suddenly injected electricity into the air.

The sea breeze, carrying a large amount of water vapor, became the best medium for electric current conduction. The current at her fingertips instantly spread out, forming a dense electromagnetic network around her.

Oxygen molecules in the air decompose and recombine under the influence of electric current, and pale blue ozone gas begins to gather around the Accelerator, spreading with a pungent odor.

"Oh? Interesting." Accelerator frowned, a pungent smell wafting to his nose, and he began to feel a slight discomfort in his lungs.

"This is... ozone?"

"That's right, a direct confrontation would definitely result in defeat, which is why Misaka came up with this tactic!"

This was the most likely, most promising, and most effective way that Misaka could think of to harm Accelerator.

If this continues, I believe even Accelerator will...

Just as she thought of this, Misaka's expression changed drastically.

Accelerator let out a cold laugh, and with a gentle wave of his right hand, the air around him was instantly accelerated by vector manipulation, forming an invisible wind wall that swept away all the ozone generated by Misaka Mikoto's electrolysis of seawater.

"The game should end." Accelerator's eyes flashed with killing intent, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, Misaka felt a sharp pain in her chest and was sent flying by a tremendous force, crashing heavily onto the container.

She coughed up blood and struggled to get up, only to find that she could no longer move.

Is it really over?

I've clearly considered all the factors, and my solution should be the optimal one.

But she did lose.

I don't know how many ribs are broken, and blood is starting to seep from my forehead. I can't even push myself up to stand up again.

As Accelerator slowly approached, a sense of despair enveloped the Misaka Sisters.

Just a few steps away from reaching the passage, a whooshing sound came from above.

A black sword descended from the sky, firmly pinning Accelerator's path and completely separating the two.

"Huh?" Accelerator picked at his ear.

He was extremely familiar with the longsword in front of him; it was the weapon that the black-clad bastard used every day.

Is it really coming?

Just then, a shout rang out from behind Accelerator: "That's enough!"