Chapter 113: Elimination

“No escape!” Feng Xue’s face darkened like ink. His tuxedo nearly disintegrated, leaving only the inner shirt and trousers. A massive influx of data poured into his meridians, and with the aid of the Exorcist’s secret techniques, his defense was pushed to its limits.

“Card swap—Defense module W!” Liu Ji, as if telepathically linked with Feng Xue, simultaneously played a card that doubled the defense.

For an ordinary mature-level fighter, even doubled defense would barely withstand a fully evolved attack. But Feng Xue was no ordinary mature-level being. After channeling such an immense amount of data into his defenses, he could rival the protection of an armored form.

Yet, the Nightmare Syndrome never wins by physical force alone.

Just as Feng Xue’s body radiated a rock-solid gleam, the Flying Scythe Kick—now dissipated due to loss of spiritual particle support—caused Feng Xue’s speed to falter. In that instant, the black mist filled with eerie eyes that was the Nightmare Syndrome crashed directly into him.

At that moment, Feng Xue’s body effortlessly resisted the impact brought by the Nightmare Syndrome. However, just as he thought he had escaped unscathed, a violent mental shock pierced deep into his soul—a chilling fear that seemed to seep into his very bones suddenly invaded his consciousness.

“Feng Xue! What’s wrong with you?” Liu Ji cried out anxiously as Feng Xue went motionless like a statue after the attack.

“It’s useless. Sleep in the nightmare, then die!” The Poyiro Beast spoke in a grim female voice, but without hesitation raised her Sacred Bow. Three crossbow bolts instantly appeared on the bowstring, showing no sign of the villain’s typical verbosity before death.

Yet, while Liu Ji hesitated over which card to play, a terrifying wave radiated from Feng Xue. His aura twisted into a flame-like distortion around him, a visible air distortion caused by the extreme concentration of energy.

“Hehehehehehe...” A horrifying, sharp laugh escaped from Feng Xue’s mouth, the kind only heard in horror films. Even the Poyiro Beast took a few steps back, startled by the sudden terror in his voice.

“So that’s what I’ve been missing all along. This so-called Dharma Rebirth isn’t purely a Digimon. The Gourmet Demon truly lives up to being a demon...” No one knew what Feng Xue had experienced in that instant, but now his bloodshot eyes shone with a dazzling ruby red glow!

A predatory aura coursed through him. The fleeting terror brought by the Nightmare Syndrome had somehow unified every cell in his body in a single moment. Surrounded by a will to resist death, Feng Xue instinctively grasped the art of “Saru Martial Arts” without a mentor.

However, this world was not the Gourmet’s Realm of Captivity, and his data-constructed body lacked Gourmet cells. The power of harmonizing all his cells could only manifest as a breakthrough in his realm. Perhaps when Feng Xue returned to his own body, he could slowly learn Saru Martial Arts from this epiphany—but not now.

Still, by this fleeting touch of Saru Martial Arts, Feng Xue realized that the Gourmet Demon power had long been hidden within what seemed like his Digimon body.

“So that’s it. This is the key to raising Dharma levels in the Digital World?” Feng Xue stared directly at the Poyiro Beast. His predatory aura filled the battlefield, chilling even Bazelmon and Garurumon at the far end, not to mention the Poyiro Beast at the center of Feng Xue’s aura.

As if connected to something in the void, a faint light shot from the Digital World, and a blurry emblem appeared above Feng Xue’s head. Apart from its yellow-green hue, no other details were discernible.

Yet, the moment the emblem appeared, a voice suddenly arose in Feng Xue’s heart—a whisper from the dark realm, a murmur of corruption and original sin.

“Xxxx?” Feng Xue uttered four puzzled syllables. But to everyone else, it sounded like a string of gibberish, as if some mighty force shielded the message, or perhaps Feng Xue’s current power was insufficient to speak that word aloud.

“But killing you is enough!” The unknown emblem above him radiated a yellow-green glow. Behind Feng Xue, the shadow of a winged demon seemed to materialize. An overwhelming sense of dread squeezed the Poyiro Beast’s heart, causing her arm holding the Sacred Bow to tremble.

“Enjoy your final despair!” Feng Xue’s cruel smile appeared as his attire, constructed of holy factors, disintegrated into streams of data flowing back into his body.

“Still immature, but come! My Perfect Holy Form: Will of the Demon!”

A brilliant pillar of light exploded around Feng Xue. Wings made entirely of holy factors intertwined with his original platinum wings that gleamed like metal. The energy-formed cloak exuded an aura of strength that was anything but ordinary—striking and resolute.

A black halo appeared above his head, proving that this was no ordinary Perfect Holy Form but a power fully under his control.

Feng Xue’s Perfect Holy Form had a name—no trivial matter. Just like a Death God gaining a name to unleash the Soul Reaping Blade, an Exorcist knowing the name of their Perfect Holy Form meant beginning to access their sacred script.

Yet Feng Xue’s Perfect Holy Form was unlike typical Exorcist forms. It was imbued with the power of the Gourmet Demon and the green script, turning the originally white, angelic halo into pure black. Its name shifted from the common “Divine XX” to “Demonic XX.”

Though the true purpose of the sacred script remained unknown, Feng Xue was in no hurry. His entire body radiated a holy light but emitted a potent aura reminiscent of a demon emerged from the depths of sin and danger.

“Thanks to you, my Spirit Bow finally has a name!” Feng Xue toyed with the short bow in his hand—about forty-five centimeters from fingertip to elbow. It no longer looked plain; blue and gold ornate patterns adorned the bow’s body, giving it the elegance of a masterpiece. Two black serpents coiled around the arms of the bow, meeting at the arrow rest as if locked in a mutual gaze.

“Feast!” Feng Xue declared the name of his Spirit Bow. Data streams burst from the damaged and intact computers and optical discs around him, condensing into a fully materialized, magnificent arrow in his hand. In his Perfect Holy Form, Feng Xue had already mastered direct control over data within the carrier.

“Disappear!” The merciless words fell with a cool tone. The Poyiro Beast never saw how Feng Xue drew the bow before the sudden arrow pierced through her completely...