Fighting for your life certainly did not mean charging forward like an idiot with a kitchen knife. That was not fighting for your life; that was throwing it away. Without the cards empowering him, Zheng Fan's strength barely matched an Ultimate Digimon's, but with Secretary, he could still battle Ultimate Myotismon.
Zheng Fan gripped the Night Dawn Sword and charged forward with all his strength. Ultimate Myotismon swung a palm at him, but Zheng Fan neither dodged nor evaded and was sent flying. In midair, he stomped hard on Garudamon, transferring all the force of Ultimate Myotismon's attack into Garudamon's body before pushing off again. Through that exchange, Zheng Fan built up a terrifying force and slammed into Ultimate Myotismon, driving him back three steps.
Garudamon was badly injured. Even after reverting to Biyomon, waves of pain still shot through his right wing. Yet there was not a trace of resentment in Biyomon's eyes. If he resented anything, it was his own weakness.
The Digimon World was filled with powerful beings. Long ago, Zheng Fan had told the children about the consequences of the Wisdom Method, fearing that he might someday use this secret technique and hurt them by mistake. He had never expected to resort to this desperate measure in the human world, where there were hardly any powerful beings at all.
Wisdom consisted of two parts: intelligence told you what to do, and insight told you what consequences would follow. The Wisdom Method, however, extinguished intelligence and sealed away insight. As long as the enemy could be killed, it did not matter whether one used a knife, a sword, or even one's teeth-or strangers and friends. Everything within reach was a weapon; everything within one's grasp was a shield. If destroying the world would destroy the enemy, then