They said that if you didn't court death, you wouldn't die. Although Seiya had always jokingly called Kirito a "Guild-Bane Holy Body,"
at the end of the day, the Moonlit Black Cats' near-total wipe this time was largely because those blond-haired guys had been too reckless.
"I know full well that if I only talk, you'll probably be pretty unconvinced.
Didn't you want to go to the twenty-eighth floor to prove your strength? Then let's go. I believe the cruel reality will soon tell you just how stupid your previous actions were."
After unleashing that barrage of venomous words, Seiya strode into the Teleportation Gate feeling thoroughly refreshed, not even bothering to acknowledge Kirito and the others.
Kirito looked at Sasamaru and the others, who were irritated yet unable to refute him, and had no idea how to ease the awkward atmosphere.
He had originally brought Seiya here to serve as a powerful fighter and protect his companions. Who would have thought that the guy would offend every single member of the Moonlit Black Cats the moment he arrived?
After Seiya's harsh scolding, Sasamaru and the others were in terrible moods. Their desire to explore the upper floors had vanished entirely.
Just as they were about to head back, a hand suddenly reached out from the other side of the Teleportation Gate and beckoned to them. A voice that made Sasamaru and the others grit their teeth in anger followed. "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and follow me. Or have you already started getting scared?"
Sasamaru and the others were young and hot-blooded. Faced with Seiya openly taunting them to their faces, how could they possibly swallow that insult? Without another word, they followed him into the Teleportation Gate.
With Sasamaru and the other two gone, Kirito