Kirito held the black sword in his hand. His figure flashed past, leaving behind only an afterimage. By the time he reappeared, several people were clutching their throats as they collapsed to the ground.
The black-robed men, however, paid no heed. One after another, they charged forward without fear of death, trapping Kirito so completely that he could not move.
He could only rely on the black sword, desperately cutting down the people around him. But every one of them had already gone mad.
"Heretics must die!"
"Even if I have to give up my life, I'll make you lovers learn the might of my F-Group!"
"Take them down!"
Looking at these frenzied people, Kirito's face was filled with astonishment. He could not help asking, "Why are you doing this? Is it just because I have Asuna?"
"Because she's tall, long-legged, and has a great figure? Because she's a virtuous wife and mother, a perfect Yamato nadeshiko? Because she's always loved me and never abandoned me?"
As he spoke, the black-robed men around them went completely berserk.
"Kill him!"
"Kill him at all costs!"
The black-robed men surged toward them frantically. By then, they had thrown caution to the wind. One of them even held a talisman and transformed himself into a living bomb, intending to die together with Kirito.
At that moment, Asuna joined the battle with her sword. She stayed at Kirito's side, shielding him from the attacks around them. Then she chanted a spell and healed Kirito's injuries.
"Kirito, hold on. Victory will surely belong to us."
"Yeah, Asuna. We'll win."
As they spoke, they swung their swords. The two of them were like twin swords in perfect harmony, forming an impenetrable defense. The black-robed men around them fell one after another, screaming as they lost their