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

A steady voice came from the edge of the arena.

The audience turned their heads and saw an Agumon wearing a blue kendo uniform slowly walking onto the ring.

It had a long samurai sword at its waist, and its dragon tail swayed gently with its steps, appearing calm and unhurried.

Samurai Agumon

[Vaccine Type - Dinosaur Type]

[Growth Period]

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

[Introduction: Samurai Agumon is a dragon-type Digimon who loves swordsmanship and travels extensively to hone his skills. His swordsmanship is top-notch, and he prefers to use a 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: "The way of the sword 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 and see?"

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

"Makhlian 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 was completely unable to block it.

However, the sacred barrier erected by the puppymon, and the leaping out to use a high-speed charge, successfully blocked and interrupted Samurai Agumon's series of thrusts.

"Your attack with a flying hat is truly unconventional," said the samurai Agumon, referring to the "felt hat" Cheng Yuan had thrown from his head. It was fast and powerful, and Agumon could barely block it.

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

"Ichimonji Slash!"

Samurai Agumon continued its offensive, slashing horizontally with its samurai sword, unleashing a solid sword aura!

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

The golden light blast collided with the sword energy, creating a shockwave. The audience gasped in astonishment, never expecting such exquisite swordsmanship from this dragon-type Digimon!

"Your swordsmanship..." Samurai Agumon narrowed his eyes slightly, "...seems to rely entirely on 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."

Having said 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!

"Ichimonji: Kiwami!"

"Waving forward like that, it's asking for a beating... Little Dog 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 its attack to crumble instantly.

"Now!" Cheng Yuan seized the opening and pointed his longsword: "Divine Sword Wave - Six Sixes Blessing!"

"Beastmaster, if you can't name things, you don't have to call me that..." the little dog beast complained as it summoned six holy light orbs.

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

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 combat 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 brief, the duel showed the audience a fighting style different from traditional swordsmanship.

However, some viewers disagreed with Cheng Yuan's fighting style, feeling that it violated the way of the sword.

Seeing that the little beast was still in 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 Dracomon stood up and slowly walked onto the arena.

【Draculon】

[Virus Type - Immortal]

[Growth Period]

[Skills: Nightmare Eye, Vampiric Slash]

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

The atmosphere in the guest seats suddenly froze. All eyes turned to Yashamon—this powerful figure from the Yasha tribe sat 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, examining the purple Dracomon on the arena. "Yashamon, is this one of your tribe's promising talents?"

The Yakshamon gave a soft snort, a hint of pride flashing in its 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. He is unmatched among the tribe's growth generation. It's estimated he'll 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, and the dark energy surrounding it sent chills down his spine.

This is definitely the strongest opponent we've faced so far in this Baby Cup.

"Nice to meet you." Dracomon bowed gracefully, his voice as smooth as silk, yet carrying a chilling edge. 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, making one dizzy with just one glance.

"Nightmare Eye!"

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

The scene before them began to distort and deform, the arena turned into a blood-red inferno, and the surrounding audience transformed into 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 small dog exploded like thunder.

The little dog'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 little dog beast hadn't actually been two separate entities, and if the little dog beast's skill hadn't interrupted them, Cheng Yuan would have already fallen into the illusion of the Nightmare Eye.

"Oh?" Dracomon 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 spine and instinctively dodged to the side—"Whoosh!" The sharp blade of the vampire grazed his thigh, leaving a trail of blood.

"Not bad." Draco licked the blood off the Bloodsucking Blade, a look of ecstasy on his face. "Your blood... is quite special."

Cheng Yuan suppressed the dizziness, holding his longsword horizontally in front of his chest. He knew he had to finish the fight quickly—Dracul's "Vampire Slash" would continuously restore his stamina as the battle dragged on, and the longer it went on, the worse it would be for him.

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

The Dracomon chuckled dismissively, easily dodging the attack with a flick of its bat wings. "Too slow," it scoffed, its evil eyes flashing again on its hands. "Let's see how long you can last?"

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

"A homing holy light bullet?" Yashamon stood up in surprise.

The Draco Beast snorted coldly: "Dark Shield!" A purplish-black shield of darkness blocked the holy light bullet that was tracking it.

Dracomon regained his footing, but the elegance on his 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 draining from his wound—the human body is so 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 projectiles, but are carefully shaped into swords and float in the air, like flying swords in movies and TV shows.

“This…” Dracov’s pupils shrank suddenly.

An uproar erupted in the audience.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this?"

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

But soon, the doubts that Cheng Yuan could only fight waves were silenced by the floating flying swords that followed.

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

Cheng Yuan brandished his sword hilt with an elegant and otherworldly posture. The 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 echo each other, forming a vast and inescapable net.

The explosive power may not be as great as the Holy Light Bomb, and it doesn't have much cutting ability, but its cool factor 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, sparks flying.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The sounds of explosions were incessant.

The Draco Beast wielded its blood-sucking blades with impenetrable speed, each time it shattered a lightsaber, it caused a burst of light, leaving the Draco Beast in a sorry state.

"This..." Yashamon suddenly stood up, his face extremely ugly.

The dragon 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 Draco was struggling to cope, Cheng Yuan suddenly revealed a mysterious smile.

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

In an instant, three clones of the little dog appeared, but in the eyes of others, it was as if three more figures of Cheng Yuan appeared on the arena at the same time. Each "Cheng Yuan" held a long sword, and six new light swords burst out 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...Unlimited 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, Unlimited Blade Works!"

Twenty-four lightsabers intertwined in the air to form a dazzling net of swords, six of which were real, yet they covered the entire arena like a net from heaven to earth. The lightsabers sometimes poured down like a torrential rain, and sometimes coiled like dragons, a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

"This is impossible!" Dracomon finally panicked.

In the audience, everyone stood up. Those Digimon who had previously questioned whether "clashing energy blasts didn't count as swordsmanship" were now all gaping, their eyes fixed on this unprecedented "sword dance."

"It's so beautiful..." a sword 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 Dracomon. In the dazzling light, eighteen of the fake lightsabers shattered upon impact, but the six real lightsabers hidden within the sword dance, combined with the attribute suppression of the Vaccine and Holy types, were enough to shatter Dracomon's Dark Shield.

The impact propelled the Dracomon directly off the ring.

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

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

The Delacroix 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 Holy Ring had dimmed considerably. This battle had been extremely taxing; Dracomon'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.

"Teacher Cheng Yuanshou... is too strong." Below the stage, the Sword 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.