Zongman, Rebirth of the Heaven-Defying Kirito

Seeing the Legion and the others make way for them, everyone became excited and thanked them repeatedly:

"Thank you so much, President."

"I didn't expect the Legion Leader to be so generous. I'm a fan today."

"Hey, I'll go first."

As he spoke, a tall and strong player came to the holy sword.

He placed his hands on the hilt of the sword and then pushed upward with all his strength.

"Come out!"

The projection above the holy sword appeared as usual, and conveyed the man's fame with detailed numbers.

'38'

The current highest value is '643' shown in Dierberu, and he is the only one who has reached three digits.

What happened next was just as everyone expected.

No matter how hard he tried, the holy sword could not be moved at all.

After seeing this number, a series of mocking voices rang out from behind him:

"I thought you players were very capable, but I didn't expect you guys to be just trash in the double digits."

The players turned around and saw that the person who spoke was a clean-looking young man.

I didn't notice it in the previous BOSS battle, but now that I look closely, I have an inexplicable familiar feeling.

His pupils were like black holes full of twinkling stars, and his nose was so high that he looked like a perfect work of art.

The whole person standing there exudes a cold and noble temperament.

All in all, it feels like an old friend.

But the players couldn't remember who it was for a while.

So the tall and strong player stepped forward and asked: "What did you mean just now?"

"It means literally, I said you are not as good as me!"

What a loud tone.

"Who are you to dare to make trouble here?"

The man laughed and said, "I'm afraid I'll scare you if I tell you this, I am Kun Kun myself!"

"What? You are 'KunKun' himself?"

A single stone caused a thousand waves, and then everyone began to discuss fiercely:

“There are still experts?!”

"I was wondering why he looked familiar. It turned out to be 'Kunkun'!"

“It’s me! It’s me!”

After listening to his self-introduction, everyone finally understood who the person in front of them was.

Then someone speculated:

"Is it because you want to avoid being exposed to the public that you have deliberately changed the character's facial features? Kun Kun, you are so gentle!"

Then the man said, "That's right."

Then he pointed at the holy sword and said, "Since you all know my identity, shouldn't you let me go first?"

"Yes, yes, I was shortsighted just now. I will get out of the way right now."

"Yes, please..."

As the man spoke, the players in front of him all made way for him, except for one person.

He was a young man who looked like a student who had not experienced much in the world.

He was seen guarding the position where he finally reached the holy sword: "Why should I give in? I am not familiar with cocks and Kun Kun..."

Before he could finish his words, a player next to him covered his mouth: "You want to die? Still talking?!"

Then he pulled him aside and said, "You better say less. If you say more, even the Buddha won't be able to save you."

The young man was very confused: "I heard that Kun Kun has a lot of haters? Then why do you still indulge him?"

“Anti-fan?”

The player who caught him grinned as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.

Then he explained: "It's enough to deal with your haters!"

"But if you are a hater, why are you targeting me?"

The player explained with a sincere look on his face: "When facing their brother's enemies, whether they are true fans or haters, they are united against the enemy!"

what?

Ignoring the interlude here, I saw that 'KunKun' had already arrived next to the holy sword.

"The user is determined by popularity, and I have millions of true fans in real life, plus countless haters. Isn't this weapon tailor-made for me?"

As he spoke, his right hand climbed up to the hilt of the sword, but he did not rush to pull it out with force.

Instead, there was a mysterious smile on the corner of his mouth.

Then he let a projection pop up above the holy sword, as if to warn the world of his popularity!

As the numbers start to increase from '0'...

'Kunkun' closed his eyes, and now he just had to enjoy the shock and exclamations brought by the players.

Two seconds passed... no sound came yet. Maybe my popularity value is still increasing.

This cannot be blamed on these mortals. After all, one's popularity is not something that others can easily take advantage of.

Five seconds passed... the noisy discussions of the surrounding players could be clearly heard.

It must be because my popularity has surpassed that of the Legion President.

It's really me, greatness needs no words!

Nine seconds passed... the sounds around him grew louder and louder, and even he in the center could hear them clearly.

Let me hear how they praise me:

"…Is this idiot going to die up there? He won’t come down once he closes his eyes."

"Hush, please keep your voice down."

"We dare not say anything, and we dare not see anything."

?

How could it be completely different from what I expected?

Are these mortals questioning themselves?

Thinking of this, KunKun opened his eyes and then looked towards the projection above.

The value started to increase...but then it stopped at '5' and didn't move anymore.

How is this going?

Could it be that my popularity value is only 5 points?

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Then he yelled, "This thing must be broken!"

At this time, the original young man said: "What nonsense is this idiot talking about?"

Hearing these words, Kun Kun's heart was broken, and it seemed as if his heart stopped at that moment.

But it wasn't over yet. The young man added: "How dare a mere scumbag come and mock us? I think he is here just to make fun of us!"

This sentence was like the last straw that broke the camel's back.

“Ugh—”

He just groaned in pain, then vomited blood and fell with his head tilted back.

After seeing Kun Kun fall down.

Instead of checking the situation, the people around rushed to check their own popularity points.

Some people even shouted happily after watching it: "My popularity is higher than Kun Kun, I have to go and brag about it offline!"

The young man:?

Seeing everyone respectfully making way for Kun Kun, I thought they were true fans, but I didn’t expect that they were all black fans!

"Forget it, I'll try it myself."

As he said that, he left the unconscious player behind and ran to line up in front of the Holy Sword.

As time passed, all the players around tried it.

But without exception, none of them were able to draw the holy sword.

Just when Dierberu thought that no one would be able to pull it out today, a voice came again:

"Since you guys are tired, let me try!"

The words are full of confidence.

Who is this expert coming?

Tiberu looked around and saw the familiar black clothes.

"Black...Black Swordsman?!"

"Yes, that's me. I'm sure the 'President' wouldn't mind if I give it a try."

He hated the person in front of him so much that his teeth were itching.

But as the saying goes, the president represents the face of the entire guild when he is outside.

Thinking of this, he forced out a 'kind' smile: "...Of course I don't mind..."

But in my heart: Tung maggot, you'd better go back to where you came from!

Without caring about what Dierberu was thinking, Kirito stepped in front of the holy sword.

Finally, he couldn't hold back his excitement and said with a smile: "Good baby, brother will take you home today!"

As he spoke, he put his hand on the hilt of the sword, and the golden projection appeared as usual.

Tiberu snorted coldly: "What's the use of being strong? Drawing a sword depends on popularity!"

"I, the leader of the most powerful guild, can't even pull it out, how can your nameless guild do it?"

The words describe the outcome that Kirito is doomed to fail.

And the golden projection also began to grow from '0' at this time.

'10', '30', '50'...

"It's impossible that the number is still increasing!" a player exclaimed.

Then the projection continued to scroll '80', '100', '300'...

To reach half a hundred was already beyond most of the people present, and Tiberu was the only one who surpassed a hundred.

"His popularity is still growing. Who is he?"

'500', '800', '1000'... and finally reached the astonishing '1435' point.

“…This…this…”

Even Dierberu was so shocked that he was speechless. He didn't expect that the other party's popularity value was higher than his? !

So he quickly asked, "What methods did you use to have such a high popularity value?"

Kirito smiled and shook his head: "I didn't use any tricks..."

Then he continued: "This popularity value is completely defined around SAO. In this way, even if someone has millions of fans in the real world, they can't pull it out..."

"Then what's going on with you?" Tiberu asked quickly.

He simply couldn't believe that the president of an unpopular guild could have such popularity.

Seeing that he still didn't believe it, Kirito reminded him: "Don't forget, I'm very strong!"

hiss!

This sentence reminded Tiberu.

The opponent was an existence that was jointly surrounded and suppressed by many guilds but had fifty people killed in return. His strength was one of the strongest in the SAO forum.

And those videos of Kirito fighting are widely sought after.

Maybe the video of his battle with the boss 'Lancelot' has already been uploaded to the Internet today.

"Could it be..." At this time, Tiberu had gradually understood everything.

He was just the guild leader, and the other party was the strongest player.

In comparison, his fans may be all over SAO and even overseas servers!

It turns out that I am the challenger...

"Yes, that's the one!"

Kirito said this and used force with one hand.

The atmosphere has become so tense, even if you are the Holy Sword you should acknowledge your master!

"Broken Steel Holy Sword, come out!"

……

...

However, with Kirito's roar, the holy sword did not move at all.

Kirito was sweating profusely.

"No way, no way!"

If one hand doesn’t work, use both hands.

Kirito used both hands, veins bulging, and exerted all his strength.

...But the holy sword remained motionless.

“Oh no! I’m a clown!”

And this is the most welcome thing.

I thought he was the destined child today, but I didn't expect he was also a clown.

Tiberu finally let go of his worry.

But that’s not enough. Not only is he not anxious now, but he is very happy instead.

Even cried with joy!

“Hahaha, I didn’t expect you, the Black Swordsman, to be so smart, but now you have come to this day!”

……

In the end, the holy sword was quietly inserted there like a decoration. Although some people would try from time to time, they all failed without exception.

And it will take a long time before the holy sword is drawn...