Zheng Fan had learned a sword style built on striking first to kill. Seeing that Chaos Greymon had finished recovering, he charged forward. White light in his palm shone against the azure glow at his sword's tip, joining head to tail to form the faint outline of an azure dragon. Now that he had a more concrete model to draw on, the dragon Zheng Fan conjured took the form of Azulongmon, its entire body bound in chains. Xiao let out a disgruntled cry at the sight of Zheng Fan conjuring Azulongmon's image, but knew of its own shortcomings and did everything it could to support the phantom.
True to its name, Chaos Greymon had long since lost all awareness. Otherwise, even the most steadfast Digimon would have faltered for a moment at the sight of Azulongmon, just as Withered Christmas Tree had.
Acting on instinct alone had its advantages. Zheng Fan aimed his sword at Chaos Greymon's chest, but Chaos Greymon swept a massive hand aside, leaving its chest wide open while concentrating its defenses above its head.
Seeing that his plan had been exposed, Zheng Fan turned his feint into a full assault. With the phantom Azulongmon leading and the Night Dawn Sword following, he thrust straight at Chaos Greymon's chest.
For Chaos Greymon, its chest was the toughest part of its entire body. Such toughness meant nothing against spatial power, but here in Azulongmon's domain, Zheng Fan was heavily restricted. All he could rely on was the sharpness of the Night Dawn Sword, and that sharpness could not pierce Chaos Greymon's skin.
The phantom Azulongmon struck Chaos Greymon's chest and shattered. The Night Dawn Sword scraped across its chest, leaving a white mark. A chill welled up inside Zheng Fan at the sight. Though this was not his