Fighter Taurusmon was actually in terrible shape. Zheng Fan's sword strike had been anything but easy to take. At that moment, Fighter Taurusmon was wounded all over.
Of course, he could endure his physical wounds, but the sorrow struck straight at his heart. Unless he could come to terms with it himself, no outside intervention could help. Yet Fighter Taurusmon's sorrow had no roots. He had never lived through the Darkness Invasion, never learned the legend of Ancestor Angemon, and the world Ancestor Angemon had protected was not even his own. All that sorrow had been forcibly crammed into Fighter Taurusmon's mind. Naturally, he could not dispel it simply by coming to terms with it.
Just then, Jin Nanjiang sent up a distress signal, giving Fighter Taurusmon a perfect opportunity to turn his attention elsewhere. He would not have cared about a human signal flare, but a Digimon's call for help was serious business. Who was calling for help, and whom were they calling? What kind of power could leave even a Champion Digimon helpless? If Fighter Taurusmon had remained calm, he should have noticed that this signal flare was not quite what it seemed. Now, however, he intended only to smash every obstacle to pieces with the great horns atop his head.
"Large Horn!" Fighter Taurusmon shouted. As his voice rang out, his golden armor gathered the boundless light from all around him, concentrating it before him into an enormous horn made entirely of light. Then he gripped one end of the horn and hurled it toward Jin Nanjiang with all his might. Whatever force was at work, his body suffered no recoil whatsoever. Instead, he flew into the distance along with the horn of light.
To Zheng Fan, this was merely an ordinary technique for applying force. He