Zongman, Rebirth of the Heaven-Defying Kirito

A storm erupted at the docks due to the anger of One Way.

The pitch-black container, manipulated by vectors, resembled a runaway behemoth, tearing through the air with a whooshing sound as it hurtled towards Kirito and Touma.

"Damn it! Smash it!" Accelerator roared.

This time, the number of containers that rolled over was more than twice as many as before!

Fifty... no, there were even sixty or seventy units. At least in Touma Kamijou's eyes, the number of those containers was so large that they almost blocked out the sky.

Perhaps they really picked the wrong person to fight this time.

But whenever he recalled the image of Misaka Mikoto lying in a pool of blood, his fists hardened even more.

This is a strong belief that even if the opponent is incredibly powerful, you still have to beat them up!

"Keep up!" Kirito shouted, drawing his black and white swords simultaneously.

"I see..."

The next second, Kirito's figure sprang into action, covering a distance of more than ten meters in just an instant.

"So fast!" Touma Kamijou exclaimed in surprise.

If his opponent were not Accelerator, but this black figure in front of him, he was certain that he would have absolutely no chance of fighting back.

After all, only his right hand's 'Imagine Breaker' is useful; everything else is at the level of an ordinary person.

If you were to face someone whose speed, strength, and swordsmanship all surpass those of ordinary people, it would be better to surrender sooner rather than later.

Thinking of this, a bead of cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Fortunately, the stronger the opponent is, the more reliable an ally they become!

Thinking of this, he hurriedly followed, using all his strength to sprint away.

Meanwhile, countless containers have already arrived.

Kirito stopped a short distance ahead, the black blade slicing through the air, the white blade drawing a cold arc in the moonlight, the two sword lights intertwining to form an impenetrable sword net.

The moment the container crashed down, Kirito swung both swords simultaneously.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!" The heavy metal of the shipping container was repeatedly cleaved in two like paper, scattering the cargo inside across the floor...

"Hey, this swordsmanship is way too exaggerated!" Touma Kamijou, who had been watching everything from behind, finally realized the truth.

My comrade-in-arms might be an incredibly powerful being!

Looking at the obstacles being cleaved open, I couldn't help but gasp in amazement.

However, having Kirito in front of him doesn't mean he's absolutely safe.

Sparks flew from the slashing and weaving, and metal fragments flew towards us from time to time.

"Are you okay?"

Kirito was able to stay focused even in that situation, so I can't afford to let him down so easily.

So Touma Kamijou used his left hand to protect his cheek from the flying metal fragments, while keeping his right hand constantly on edge.

“I’m fine!” he replied to Kirito.

As soon as he finished speaking, Kirito keenly sensed something.

With his exceptional reflexes, he turned around and shoved the person behind him away.

Before Touma Kamijou knew what was happening, he was pushed several meters away from where he stood.

Then he saw the ground suddenly shake violently, and countless pebbles rose from beneath their feet, coalescing into sharp stone spears under vector manipulation.

If it weren't for their help, I would probably be even more seriously injured now.

"Thanks..."

Just as she was about to express her gratitude, Kirito swallowed it back down.

"We can talk about those things later. Right now, we need to focus on the enemy!"

Touma Kamijou instantly understood, stood up, and continued to follow Kirito.

Accelerator watched the two figures closing in, his eyes blazing with fury: "Damn it! Damn it! Why did you both just die like that!"

He waved his hands again, and the surrounding airflow suddenly formed a rotating barrier, causing all the nearby rubble and metal fragments to attack the two of them once more.

Faced with such an offensive, large objects were all cut down by Kirito without exception, while smaller objects were dodged in advance by Touma. If there was no way to dodge, Kirito would use his body as a shield.

After all, the weapon behind him is the ultimate weapon, and he can't let Accelerator get hurt in the slightest.

Little did he know that Touma Kamijou had seen everything the other had done to shield him from harm, and his right hand clenched even tighter.

Accelerator watched as the black bastard drew closer and closer until they were practically face to face.

Kirito did not slow down; instead, he raised both swords high, as if about to strike.

Accelerator was not afraid at all. He had fought with the guy many times and was 100% certain that he could deflect the guy's attacks!

Unexpectedly, just as the two were about to make contact, Kirito suddenly changed direction.

The straight sprint turned into a side slide, and the black figure dodged to the side like a ghost, so fast that it left a trail of afterimages.

"What?!" Accelerator's pupils shrank dramatically.

He never expected his opponent to suddenly change tactics, and now it was too late to take action—because a fist the size of a sandbag was already right in front of him!

"It's my turn!" Touma Kamijou's roar rang in Accelerator's ears.

He held nothing back; 'Imagine Breaker' made direct contact with Accelerator's skin, completely negating the vector reflection that the opponent was trying to launch.

"Bang!" The sound of a fist hitting the ground rang out on the dock.

Accelerator didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body flew backwards again like a kite with a broken string.

This time, he traced an even longer arc in the air before crashing heavily onto the distant support structure, producing a piercing metallic creak.

"Cough...cough..." Accelerator lay sprawled in the ruins, coughing up blood, a clear fist mark imprinted on his cheek.

They were already as destitute as they could possibly be.

It's unbelievable that he, the top student in the academy, was defeated three times in a row by the same method.

Even their prized 'vector manipulation' proved utterly vulnerable when combined with the two of them.

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Accelerator roared and destroyed the surrounding objects in a rage.

However, Kirito saw this behavior as an expression of impotent rage.

No matter how strong your stats are, you still have to submit to monsters with complex mechanics.

So he said calmly, "Let's give him one last blow and end this farce."

"Alright!" Touma Kamijou naturally had no objections.

"Hahaha—" Accelerator suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter: "You think you've won?"

"What else?" Kirito smiled.

Seeing the old man in such a sorry state, he was incredibly pleased!

"Cough... Foolish! My power is far more than that—!"

Accelerator suddenly let out a ferocious roar, his head, which had been hanging low, suddenly rose up, and the red light in his right eye, hidden beneath his silver hair, surged.

He supported himself with the deformed metal frame, swaying as he slowly stood up, looking precarious, yet he stubbornly straightened his back.

Seeing him like this, Kirito couldn't help but feel the need to respect the elderly and care for the young.

First, hand him a cane, then say: "Grandpa Yi, please take it easy!"