Digimon: I really didn't want to be the Digimon Emperor!

A deep, steady voice came from the edge of the arena.

Looking up, one could see an Agumon wearing a blue kendo uniform slowly walking onto the arena.

A long samurai sword was tucked at its waist, and the dragon's tail swayed gently with its steps, giving it an air of composure.

Samurai Agumon

[Vaccine Type - Dinosaur Type]

[Growth Period]

[Skills: Mach-like Thrust, One-Character Slash, Small Flame]

[Introduction: Samurai Agumon is a dragon-type Digimon who loves swordsmanship and travels everywhere to hone his skills. His swordsmanship is top-notch; he prefers to use his sword to resolve battles rather than fire.]

"Samurai Agumon?" Cheng Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly. "A dragon-type Digimon is also participating in the Humanoid League's kendo tournament?"

Samurai Agumon nodded slightly: "Swordsmanship knows no race, only skill." It slowly drew its katana, the tip pointing at Cheng Yuan. "I've heard of your superb forging skills; how about your swordsmanship?"

Cheng Yuan smiled and said, "Why don't you try it and see?"

Before the words were finished, the figure of Samurai Agumon suddenly blurred—

"Machlian stab!"

"Shhhhh!"

Three sword shadows approached almost simultaneously, the tips of the samurai swords gathering sharp energy, aiming straight for Cheng Yuan's chest, throat, and wrist—three vital points!

"So fast!" With human skills, Cheng Yuan had no way to block it.

However, the sacred barrier erected by the puppy beast, along with its leap and use of Extreme Speed ​​Charge, successfully blocked and interrupted Samurai Agumon's series of thrusts.

"Your Excellency's use of a flying hat to attack is indeed unconventional," said the samurai Agumon, referring to the "felted hat" that Cheng Yuan had thrown from his head. It was fast and powerful, and Agumon could hardly block it.

Cheng Yuanhan replied, "You're not bad either."

"One word to kill!"

Samurai Agumon continued its offensive relentlessly, wielding its samurai sword horizontally, unleashing a solid sword aura!

Cheng Yuan dared not be negligent, and brandished his longsword: "Holy Light Bullet!"

The golden light bullet collided with the sword energy, creating a shockwave. The spectators below gasped in amazement, never expecting this dragon-shaped Digimon to possess such exquisite swordsmanship!

"Your swordsmanship..." Samurai Agumon narrowed his eyes slightly, "...seems to be entirely supported by Holy Light Bullets?"

Cheng Yuan shrugged: "As long as we win."

Samurai Agumon shook his head: "A true swordsman should not rely on external things."

With that, it suddenly lowered its body, sheathed its katana at its waist, and prepared to strike.

Cheng Yuan's heart tightened—this was about to unleash a powerful move!

"One word, extreme!"

"Swaying forward like that, it's asking for a beating... You little beast! Interrupt it!"

"Woof!" Just as Samurai Agumon was charging up its power, Puppymon suddenly roared.

This "dog roar" precisely interrupted the opponent's skill animation, causing Samurai Agumon to stagger and his attack to collapse instantly.

"Now!" Cheng Yuan seized the opening, pointing his longsword: "Divine Sword Wave - Six Six Great Fortune!"

"If you can't name your beast, you don't have to..." the little dog beast complained as it summoned six holy light bullets.

The three Holy Light Bullets were hastily shattered by the warrior Agumon, but the other three still struck its chest.

It groaned, staggered backward, and finally collapsed to the ground.

"I lost." Samurai Agumon readily admitted defeat, but his eyes gleamed with excitement. "Your swordsmanship... no, your fighting style is unconventional and has broadened my horizons."

Cheng Yuan reached out and pulled it up: "Your swordsmanship is very good, but it's too rigid."

Samurai Agumon nodded thoughtfully, bowed solemnly, and jumped off the stage. Although the duel was brief, it gave the audience a glimpse into the fighting style of Kendo.

However, some viewers disagreed with the method of swordplay, feeling that it violated the way of swordsmanship.

Seeing that the little beast was in relatively good condition, Cheng Yuan brandished his longsword and shouted, "Who else is there!"

He looked to the other side of the arena, where the purple Dracula was staring coldly at him.

"Tsk tsk, interesting, I'll give it a try."

Chapter 95: The Swordsmanship of the Source Beast

A chilling voice rang out, and Dracuzon stood up and slowly walked onto the arena.

【Dracomon】

[Virus Type - Immortal Type]

[Growth Period]

[Skills: Nightmare Eye, Vampiric Slash]

[Description: A Digimon resembling a small demon, with purple skin, red eyes, bat-like wings on its back, evil eyes on its hands, and sharp fangs in its mouth. Some Dracmon wield vampire blades and can evolve into Yashamon.]

The atmosphere in the guest seats suddenly froze. Everyone's eyes turned to Yashamon—this powerful figure from the Yasha tribe was sitting with his arms crossed, a meaningful smile on his lips.

"A promising young member of your Yaksha tribe?" Flame Beast raised an eyebrow.

"Interesting." The Dragon Leader narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the purple Drakumon on the arena. "Yashamon, is this one of your tribe's promising talents?"

Yashamon snorted softly, a hint of pride flashing in his eyes: "Draku, a once-in-a-century genius of our tribe." He paused, then added, "He has already mastered the 'Nightmare Eye' and gained the approval of the Vampire Blade. Among the tribe's growing generation, no one can rival him. It is estimated that he will evolve to maturity within three months."

Wizardmon gasped upon hearing this: "A Vampire Blade? Isn't that even more powerful than you were back then...?"

Cheng Yuan stood on the arena, his grip on his sword tightening unconsciously. This Draco Beast gave him a completely different feeling—its scarlet eyes seemed to see right through people's hearts, and the dark energy swirling around it sent chills down his spine.

This is definitely the strongest opponent we've encountered so far in this baby cup competition.

"Nice to meet you." Draco bowed gracefully, his voice as smooth as silk, yet carrying a chilling coldness. He slowly raised his hands, and the evil eyes in his palms opened fully—what kind of eyes were those!

The dark pupils seemed to contain the wailing of countless wronged souls, and just one glance was enough to make one dizzy.

"The Eye of Nightmare!"

In an instant, Cheng Yuan felt the world spinning around him.

The scene before them began to distort and deform, the arena turning into a blood-red hell, surrounded by ferocious demons.

His limbs suddenly felt incredibly heavy, as if countless hands were dragging him into an abyss...

"Woof!" Just as consciousness was about to fade, a clear bark from a puppy exploded like thunder.

The dog-beast's sacred barrier suddenly unfolded, and golden light dispelled all illusions.

Cheng Yuan was panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

That was close! If Cheng Yuan and the puppy beast hadn't actually been two separate entities, and if the puppy beast's skill hadn't interrupted them, Cheng Yuan would have already fallen into the illusion of the Nightmare Eye.

“Oh?” Dracule raised an eyebrow, seemingly surprised. “It actually broke free from my Nightmare Eye on its own? Interesting.”

Before he could finish speaking, his figure suddenly vanished. Cheng Yuan felt a chill run down his back and instinctively dodged to the side—"Whoosh!" The sharp vampire grazed his thigh, leaving a trail of blood.

“Good reaction.” Dracule licked the blood off the vampire blade, a look of ecstasy on its face. “Your blood… is very special.”

Cheng Yuan suppressed the dizziness, holding his longsword across his chest. He knew he had to finish the fight quickly—Dracul's "Vampire Slash" would continuously restore his strength as the battle progressed, and the longer it dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him.

"Holy Light Bullets!" Cheng Yuan pointed his sword, and three light bullets shot out.

Dracule chuckled dismissively, easily dodging the attack with a flick of its bat wings. "Too slow," it sneered, its Evil Eyes flashing again in its hands. "Let's see how long you can hold out."

However, the three eagles that had just been dodged suddenly turned in mid-air and continued their pursuit!

"Tracking Holy Light Bullet?" Yaksha Beast stood up in surprise.

Dracov snorted coldly: "Dark Shield!" A purplish-black shield of darkness blocked the pursuing holy light bullet.

Dracov steadied itself, but the elegance on its face could no longer be maintained.

"Little Dog Beast, do you remember the move we practiced yesterday?" Cheng Yuan looked at Dracmon and felt the blood loss from its wound—the human body is really too fragile.

"The move where you shape the Holy Light Bullet into a sword?" the little dog asked.

“That’s right.” Cheng Yuan smiled slightly, his longsword pointing diagonally at the ground: “Drakumon, I’m going to show you something different.”

It gritted its teeth and said, "Don't try to disrupt my rhythm with your words, you'll only anger me." Before it finished speaking, its figure disappeared again, this time even faster, leaving several afterimages on the arena.

"Come on, little dog beast, Holy Light Flying Sword!" With Cheng Yuan's soft shout, six dazzling holy lights burst forth from around the tip of his sword, condensing in the air into six shining holy light swords.

These lightsabers are not simple energy blasts, but are carefully shaped into swords and float in the air, just like flying swords in movies and TV shows.

“This…” Dracule’s pupils contracted sharply.

Guan Xingxianhuang, Zhaomo

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

"Cheng Yuan Beast summoned six flying swords; this is its trump card!"

But soon, the initial doubts about Cheng Yuan's ability to speak out against the waves were silenced by the floating flying swords that followed.

"Its control over energy projection and energy shaping is quite good; it truly deserves to be called a genius forger," commented the wizard beast in the guest seat.

Cheng Yuan brandished his sword hilt with an elegant and otherworldly posture. Six lightsabers drew graceful arcs in the air, as if controlled by an invisible swordsman, attacking the Delacroix from different angles.

Each sword has a different trajectory, yet they all echo each other, forming a vast and inescapable net.

The explosive power may not be as great as the Holy Light Bullet, nor does it have much cutting ability, but its coolness level is off the charts.

"Shield of Darkness!" The Draco hastily erected a barrier, its figure flashing and shifting like a ghost. The lightsaber collided with the dark barrier, sparking blinding flashes.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of explosions were incessant.

Draco's vampiric blades swung relentlessly, each shattering of a lightsaber causing a burst of light that left him battered and bruised.

“This…” Yashamon suddenly stood up, his face extremely ugly.

The leader chuckled, "This energy shaping... only has its form; in essence, it's still light waves..." But the next moment, Cheng Yuan's performance amazed them once again.

Just as the Dracovoid was struggling to cope, Cheng Yuan suddenly revealed a mysterious smile.

"Little Dog Beast! Create clones! Then unleash a barrage of Holy Light Bullets!"

In an instant, the three clones of the little dog appeared, but in the eyes of others, three more figures of Cheng Yuan appeared on the arena at the same time. Each "Cheng Yuan" held a long sword, and six new lightsabers burst from the tip of the sword.

"Cheng Yuan, does this move have a name?" The little dog asked, recalling Cheng Yuan's words about "ritual" and "prestige."

Cheng Yuan: "How about calling it... Infinite Blade Works?"

Little Dog Beast: "Where did you copy that name from... Oh well, I'll just use it once and then throw it away... Let's go, Infinite Blade Works!"

Twenty-four lightsabers intertwined in the air to form a dazzling net of swords. Although six of them were real, they covered the entire arena like a net. The lightsabers sometimes poured down like a torrential rain, and sometimes coiled like dragons, creating a breathtakingly beautiful spectacle.

"This is impossible!" Dracuzon finally panicked.

The Digimon that had previously doubted that "crossing beams doesn't count as swordsmanship" were now all gaping, their eyes fixed on this unprecedented "sword dance."

"So beautiful..." a sword-wielding beast murmured, its eyes gleaming with longing.

"This isn't a sword fight, it's a performance art!" another Digimon exclaimed.

Finally, all twenty-four lightsabers simultaneously changed direction, their tips pointing directly at Dracmon. In the dazzling light, eighteen of the illusory lightsabers shattered upon impact, but the six real lightsabers hidden within the sword dance, combined with the suppressive power of the Vaccine and Holy types, were enough to shatter Dracmon's Dark Shield.

The impact propelled Dracuzon directly out of the ring.

The entire venue was silent for a second, then erupted in deafening cheers.

"The victor is Cheng Yuan Beast!" the Wizard Beast announced loudly using amplification magic, his voice trembling slightly.

The Dracule scrambled to its feet, but unexpectedly bowed deeply to Cheng Yuan: "I have learned a great deal. This kind of swordsmanship is unprecedented."

Cheng Yuan sheathed his lightsaber and smiled modestly, "You flatter me."

The little dogmon was also exhausted, its tongue lolling out, and the light of its sacred ring had dimmed considerably. This battle had been extremely taxing; Dracmon's strength far exceeded expectations.

Cheng Yuan looked around. Among the remaining contestants, the Savage Beast was exhausted, the Mushroom Beast was not a threat, and only the Sword Beast was in the best condition.

"Master Cheng Yuan Beast... is too strong." Below the stage, Kendo Beast gripped its Guardian Sword tightly, its eyes burning with fighting spirit. It knew that it would be its turn to take the stage next.

"It's your turn." Cheng Yuan waved to the sword beast and gave it an encouraging smile.