The bandits finally noticed that the black swordsman in front of them showed no sign of falling and their expressions became confused. “What the hell are you guys doing!? Kill him!!” At Rosalia’s anxious order, the blows rained down for a few more seconds. But there was no change in the situation. “Hey... what’s going on...?” One person made a face as if he had seen something utterly bizarre before he stopped moving and stepped back. His surprise quickly spread to the eight other members, who then stopped attacking and widened the distanced between them and Kirito. Silence fell upon the area, and in the middle of it, Kirito slowly raised his head. A quiet voice sounded: “——About 400 every 10 seconds? That’s the amount of damage you nine dealt to me. I’m on level 78, my HP is 14,500... add that I automatically regain 600 points every 10 seconds with «Battle Healing». You all can’t defeat me even if you keep hitting me for hours.” The bandits stood there with their mouths wide open, as if they were in shock. Eventually, the two-handed sword user, who seemed to be the sub-leader, said in a dry voice. “Is… is that even allowed…? It doesn’t even make any freaking sense…” “Yeah.” Kirito spat the words out: “Just a difference in numbers makes such a ridiculous disparity in strength; that’s the unreasonable part of level system MMORPGs!”