Chapter 72: The Battle Between Complete Forms

“Is it over?”
Countless eyes turned toward the massive pit created by the Treant Beast, where a moment ago a fully-evolved Wukongmon had been buried.

Boom!
The answer came swiftly.
With a loud bang, the Dark Wukongmon leapt out from the depths of the earth, bearing only a few insignificant scratches on its body.

“Oh ho.”
With a strange cry, two identical clones appeared at the Dark Wukongmon’s side, making it nearly impossible to tell which was real as the three figures intertwined.

Swish!
All three figures moved simultaneously, closing in on the towering Treant Beast.

Boom! Boom boom boom...
The Treant Beast manipulated its roots, repeatedly stabbing them through the earth, weaving a territory that belonged entirely to itself.
It did not fear its opponent’s approach; what it feared was an opponent who would not come near.

The ground trembled, and countless vines shot up violently, enveloping the Dark Wukongmon in an instant.

“Die.”
Bang!
The vines snapped shut with overwhelming force, mercilessly whipping toward the Dark Wukongmon at the center.

Crack...
The two clones of the Dark Wukongmon vanished under the assault of the vines, while digital energy surged along the iron staff in the real one’s hand.

Boom!
With a single swing, the staff tore a gaping hole in the seemingly impenetrable net of vines.

“Oh ho.”
Once free, the Dark Wukongmon’s speed surged, shooting forth like a black arrow let loose from the string, blasting the surrounding trees aside as it rushed by.
It had only one target—
The mighty Treant Beast before it.

“Tough to handle.”
From afar, the assembled Tamers and Digimon watched the battle unfold.
Although the Treant Beast’s display was impressive, it was clear it could do little to stop the Wukongmon; every attack was deftly avoided.

Zhao Jie had also reappeared in the Digital Sanctuary. By the time he arrived, the bodies of the fallen Tamers had already been gathered—fifteen in all, every single one lost.
When he asked to see the bodies, the medic in charge of the collection shook his head, gently refusing his request.

“There isn’t a single intact body. It’s better if you don’t look.”

The medic’s words were tactful.
In truth, there weren’t just no intact bodies—some had been reduced to mere pulp. They did their best to collect the remains, but separate burials were impossible now.
In the end, all would be cremated together, the fifteen laid to rest as one.

Boom.
On the distant battlefield, the Dark Wukongmon had closed in on the Treant Beast, swinging its Digital Alloy Iron Staff relentlessly.

Bang, bang, bang.
The vines that could easily dispatch any mature Digimon were utterly ineffective against this ultimate-form Dark Wukongmon—each casual strike from the staff shattered them without resistance.

Boom!
Another blow landed, and the Treant Beast’s enormous body was sent staggering backward, unable to withstand the impact.
And this was only the beginning.
Strike after strike rained down, battering the Treant Beast’s massive form.

“Roar!”
The Treant Beast howled in agony. It had never imagined that this undead monkey before it could wield such terrifying power.
This was nothing like the Wukongmon it had faced before.

Gong Yingjie, standing atop the Treant Beast, grew grim; his opponent was far stronger than he’d anticipated.
But that was all—victory still belonged to him.

“Digital Fusion.”
A torrent of digital energy surged from Gong Yingjie into the Treant Beast.
To Zhao Jie and the others, the Treant Beast under Digital Fusion seemed to don a digital armor, shielding it tightly.

Boom!
The Treant Beast’s power skyrocketed. Its sturdy trunk lashed out with a speed that cracked the air, producing a sonic boom.
Caught off guard, the previously triumphant Dark Wukongmon was swept away by the blow, flung like a meteor for thousands of meters.
Where it landed, the already battered ground was gouged into a long, deep trench stretching for kilometers.

Staring at the massive scar, Zhao Jie instinctively swallowed hard. To send someone flying that far with a single strike—what kind of power did that take?

“Is it over now?”
Standing atop the Treant Beast, Gong Yingjie gazed into the distance where the Dark Wukongmon had disappeared.

“No.”
The Treant Beast’s voice echoed in Gong Yingjie’s mind. It could sense that its opponent’s life force had not diminished.

“What?”

A flash of astonishment crossed Gong Yingjie’s heart—the previous blow hadn’t finished the enemy.

“Then let’s use the ultimate move.”
He quickly regained his composure. If one strike wouldn’t suffice, he’d deliver another.

“Alright.”
The Treant responded in his mind. Atop its lush crown, digital energy began to surge. Soon, one after another, basketball-sized pink fruits grew, vivid and beautiful—but as dangerous as they were lovely.
This was the Treant Beast’s ultimate attack: Cherry Bomb.

“Go!”
With a rustle, under the Treant Beast’s control, the basketball-sized cherry bombs shot out from its crown like stars across the sky, streaking through the sanctuary like meteors.

“Oh... oh.”
The Dark Wukongmon eyed the pink cherries that rained down before it, prodding at one with its iron staff.
The next instant, a blinding white light erupted from its position.

“Ah!”
A shrill scream escaped the Dark Wukongmon as the explosive force battered its body, inflicting excruciating pain.

Swish!
Gritting its teeth, the Dark Wukongmon moved swiftly, trying to escape the area.
But the pink cherry bombs fell like rain, relentlessly pelting the space where it struggled.

Boom boom boom!
Endless explosions thundered through the sanctuary, like countless rolling storms, terrifying to behold.
When the smoke finally cleared, a vast, bottomless crater marked the site of the blasts—the handiwork of the cherry bombs.
The pit was so immense that even from afar, its outline was visible.

Gazing at the colossal crater, Zhao Jie realized this was the destructive power of an ultimate-form Digimon—able to carve out such devastation with a single move.
When would he and Agumon attain such might?

“This must be the end, right?”
The other Tamers murmured uncertainly.
No matter how tough that Wukongmon was, it couldn’t have survived such an onslaught.

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