Chapter 120: The Formidable Pig Opponent

“Rapid Fire!” Rapidmon launched two missiles, but when they exploded on Pigaromon’s body, it was like two bursts of fireworks. In the blink of an eye, the boar Digimon spat out a thick, black ink that enveloped Rapidmon completely.

Actually, calling it ink wasn’t quite accurate, because this substance seemed to possess fabric-like properties. The part wrapping Rapidmon, still connected to Pigaromon’s large mouth, remained taut and stretched.

“Plague Shot!” Feng Xue fired a gray arrow, and the moment it struck the black ink, it shattered like a weight thrown against fine porcelain. The black ink, which looked like a fabric, fragmented inch by inch.

“As expected, this ink is actually Pigaromon’s Sacred Artifact, the Treasure Wheel!” Feng Xue explained. Her gray arrow was designed for equipment destruction; in other words, anything that could be destroyed must be an equipable item.

Pigaromon’s Sacred Artifact differed from other Emperor Digimon’s. Rather than a physical construct forged from Digimetal, it existed as a glowing ring, with different effects depending on its color.

This murky black ink waterfall was clearly one form of the Treasure Wheel!

“Our attack power isn’t enough to break through Pigaromon’s body...” Rapidmon lamented helplessly, revealing only his eyes, which were filled with frustration.

Feng Xue shared the same thought, but seeing the two great axes on Guraramon’s arms, she slapped her forehead and shouted, “Big Guraramon, your arms are forged from Digimetal! You should be able to cleave through Pigaromon’s defenses!”

“Howl!” Guraramon roared in response. His back thrusters engaged, and he unleashed his signature move—the Dual Sharp Blades!

Pigaromon seemed to sense the impending danger and instinctively spat out the black ink again.

However, for Guraramon, wielding twin blades forged from the Time Digimetal, such bindings were like toilet paper against a box cutter—shattered in an instant.

Swinging the twin blades, Guraramon charged straight at Pigaromon. His blades gleamed coldly, as if the next moment he would carve Pigaromon into pieces, just like his predecessor Indaromon.

But alas, as a fierce contender for the strongest Emperor Digimon, Pigaromon was no easy foe. Seeing the black ink was ineffective, it spat out a molten lava-orange glowing orb, suppressing Guraramon beneath its radiant weight.

At the same time, countless virtual silhouettes of Digimon appeared on the blue data network in the sky, connected to Pigaromon’s data stream. Although these Digimon—such as Whalemon, Zombiemon, and Bitomon—normally inhabited completely different zones, they all appeared at the same location, indicating they were mere projections. Even so, the scene was chilling.

“!” Just as Feng Xue was distracted by the vision in the sky, Pigaromon seized the opportunity. The thick black ink Treasure Wheel trapped both Feng Xue and Rapidmon, while Guraramon remained suppressed under the orange orb. All three heroes were now fully restrained.

“This is bad!” Feng Xue struggled hard, but couldn’t even move a finger. The “Black Treasure Wheel” was more than a mere visual restraint; it intertwined with the rules and data layers, paralyzing her control over her body.

“What should we do? Which card should we play?” Ryuki was flustered. As an aggressive tamer, her deck mostly contained attack, speed, and strength-enhancing cards. Even tactical cards like Clone Technique could only be used before being hit. Now, trapped and controlled, she had no good options.

“Emergency Program Termination!” Jianliang Li tried to activate an almost invincible defense card. (Those familiar with Digimon cards would know this card can halt almost all abilities except basic attacks, essentially rendering one invulnerable.) Yet, this card clearly couldn’t affect the “Sacred Artifact,” whose power was bestowed by the Four Sacred Beasts. If it were that easily disrupted, it would be simpler to just throw a “Recycle Bin” card and wipe out the Emperor Digimon.

“What do we do? What do we do?” Ryuki panicked, staring at Feng Xue trapped in the ink.

“The power of the cards depends on how much we believe in them. If we don’t believe they have enough strength, then the cards are just cards—like the Evolution cards!” Jianliang Li fixed his gaze on the Arc Machine, speaking words that seemed either his own conjecture or something his father had told him.

“That’s right. As long as we believe, the power can be conveyed to Tyrannomon!” Jianliang Li’s eyes shone with determination, reinforcing his own confidence.

“Yes, exactly!” Ryuki’s reply was resolute. She refused to entertain the possibility of failure. As the Digimon Queen, she was always this confident.

“Card Swap! Light of Destiny!” The card adorned with Destiny Armor unleashed tremendous power. Strange light blossomed from Feng Xue and Rapidmon—this was the power of Destiny, second only to Miracle in the Digital World. (In the Digimon realm, Destiny and Miracle are tangible emblems, not mere abstractions. Miracle appears only when needed, while Destiny manifests where fate demands.)

Destiny’s power surged through Feng Xue’s body, enabling her to break free from the black ink created by the Treasure Wheel. Like two shining stars, she soared upward.

“Now!” Feeling the roaring power of Destiny within, Feng Xue drew a gray arrow and fired a Plague Shot with all her might. Unlike before, this time the Plague Shot carved a path through the black ink formed by the Treasure Wheel. This could only happen if the Treasure Wheel was truly damaged.

Compared to Feng Xue, Rapidmon’s boost was even greater, because he was a product of an ancient Digimon species, evolved through the Destiny Armor. Although modern Big Earmon can evolve into Rapidmon naturally, Rapidmon’s adaptation to Destiny’s power far surpassed that of Feng Xue’s Felismon.

“Rapid Fire!” A barrage of missiles infused with Destiny power flew into Pigaromon’s mouth. Black smoke, flames, and explosions erupted, spewing from Pigaromon’s nostrils—clear evidence the missiles had struck its internal organs!

However, just as the duo prepared to deliver the final blow, the Light of Destiny suddenly dissipated, and even their own data began to destabilize.

“What’s happening?” Feng Xue asked aloud, but her gaze unwaveringly fixed on the metropolitan government building. Sure enough, a massive vortex had appeared in the sky above.

“Damn it! Haven’t those idiots at the Network Management Bureau learned their lesson?” Feng Xue cursed silently, but began reciting the magic passed down in Felismon’s memories, bracing to withstand the sudden catastrophe…