"All right, Impmon, slowly let the flames dissipate.
Remember, slowly!"
About half an hour had passed. When Mo Yan saw that Impmon had truly reached his limit, he began guiding him to slowly disperse his magical power and extinguish the Dark Night Flame.
You bastard!!!
Hearing Mo Yan's words, Impmon gritted his teeth. Unable to speak, he could only scream furiously in his mind.
Then he slowly dispersed the magical power sustaining the Dark Night Flame.
At that moment, Impmon wished he had no magical power and had never learned the Magical Power Techniques Mo Yan had taught him.
"Withdraw your magical power at a steady pace. Let it dissipate little by little."
Naturally, Mo Yan noticed Impmon gritting his teeth, but he paid no attention to what Impmon might be thinking. Instead, he continued guiding him to slowly disperse his magical power.
At the same time, Mo Yan deployed Defensive Magic and readied his Holy Magic.
Repeatedly gathering magical power to one's limit and then dispersing it was the most effective way to train control over that power.
However, this practice was extremely risky, and things could easily go wrong.
Still, it was also the fastest way to master one's own power.
For Mo Yan, it was the single best option available right now.
Mo Yan was not SageMon. He had neither the patience nor the time to teach Impmon slowly.
So, with his command of Holy Magic and its healing power, he could only resort to a method that could practically be called a "dark art."
Time ticked by, and more and more sweat gathered on Impmon's forehead.
As he withdrew more magical power, the flames gradually became unstable.
It might sound a little unbelievable, but the flames really did grow unstable.
Suddenly, the pace at which Impmon withdrew his magical power faltered slightly.
Bang!
The Dark Night Flame exploded like a hand grenade.
Although the explosion did not hurt Impmon too badly, the flames that burst out scorched his face black, leaving him utterly humiliated.
Having prepared for this, Mo Yan easily extinguished the flames rushing toward him and remained completely unaffected.
"I-I'll definitely get it next time!"
Impmon wiped the soot off his face and declared stubbornly, his neck stiff.
"Rest for a bit first. Get your magical power back in order and think about why you made that mistake."
Mo Yan brushed nonexistent dust off his wizard's robe and had Impmon review what had just gone wrong.
"I... I just got distracted.
That's right, I lost focus for a moment.
Otherwise, otherwise, I definitely could've done it!!!"
When Mo Yan asked him to review his mistake, Impmon reacted as though he had struck a nerve and immediately shouted.
Mo Yan said nothing more after hearing Impmon's response. He merely raised his hand and cast Healing Magic.
Silence spoke louder than words. Mo Yan's refusal to say anything, coupled with the Healing Magic washing over him, made Impmon feel worse than a scolding would have.
Clenching his fists, Impmon calmed himself and focused his mind using the method Mo Yan had taught him, working to settle his turbulent emotions.
About half an hour later, Impmon tried again.
The Dark Night Flame appeared in Impmon's palm once more.
This time, the Dark Night Flame was a shade deeper than the fire Impmon had produced on his previous attempt.
But the change in color was so slight that Impmon did not notice it.
As expected, any Digimon chosen by the Four Holy Beasts has considerable potential.
Naturally, Mo Yan caught the change in the flames' color, but he would not tell Impmon about it.
That would only inflate Impmon's ego and make him harder to teach.
Besides, Impmon ought to discover this change himself.
If Mo Yan explained it afterward, Impmon would gain a deeper understanding.
Of course, this time Impmon needed to produce a larger flame than before.
Bang!
Impmon's second attempt still ended in failure.
A flash of white light restored Impmon to his original condition.
The flames' color changed slightly again, but the impatient Impmon still failed to notice.
The third attempt...
The fourth attempt...
Impmon grew increasingly impatient, his temper edging ever closer to its breaking point.
After an unknown amount of time, Takato Matsuki and Guilmon returned.
Ever since Mo Yan's explanation, Takato Matsuki and the others had changed their usual approach and begun actively eliminating Digimon that caused chaos in the real world.
This time was no different.
As soon as they returned, Guilmon and Takato Matsuki saw a soot-covered Impmon and an utterly unruffled Mo Yan.
"Wizardmon, Impmon, what are you doing?"
Seeing Impmon's disheveled state, the easygoing Guilmon immediately asked what was going on.
Impmon answered Guilmon with a ball of Dark Night Flame.
"Hey, Impmon, what are you doing?"
After dodging the fireball, Takato Matsuki immediately shouted at Impmon, whose eyes were bloodshot.
"Shut up. You're so annoying."
Balls of flame appeared on each of Impmon's fingers again, and he hurled them at Guilmon.
The pale purple flames grew ever more sinister and alluring.
"Guilmon Cannon!"
In response to Impmon's attack, Guilmon immediately spat fire.
"Impmon, what's wrong with you?"
By now, Takato Matsuki had also noticed Impmon's bloodshot eyes and the increasingly dangerous aura surrounding him.
It was an ominous aura filled with danger, like that of a demon.
Takato Matsuki even thought he could see hazy purple smoke rising from Impmon's body.
Takato Matsuki had no idea what it was or why it had made Impmon so terrifying.
At that thought, Takato Matsuki could not help looking toward Mo Yan.
Mo Yan was still sitting cross-legged in the same spot without moving, seemingly unconcerned by Impmon's sudden rampage.
Takato Matsuki could not understand it. Mo Yan had clearly said he was Impmon's mentor.
Yet here Impmon was, running wild, while Mo Yan simply sat there without a word or a care.
What kind of mentor did that make him?
Naturally, Mo Yan knew nothing of Takato Matsuki's thoughts.
Even if he had known, he would not have cared.
With power like this, what else can I say? He really is the future Gluttony Demon Lord.
But I don't seem to see a crest representing the sin of gluttony.
After observing the power emerging from Impmon for some time, Mo Yan had naturally found records related to it.
However, the absence of a crest marking gluttony on Impmon's body surprised him somewhat.
But then Mo Yan thought it over. If Impmon really bore a crest representing gluttony, he would never have been subject to the Four Holy Beasts' arrangements.
And with how much Mo Yan had been tormenting him, Mo Yan should have been dead long ago.
At the very least, he would have received a warning.
Yet even now, Mo Yan had received no notification whatsoever.
From that perspective, the power within Impmon was probably just ordinary demon lord power, rather than the sin of gluttony marked by a crest.
In that case, after so many failures, Impmon needed to let off some steam and ease his frustration.
That was why Mo Yan had not stopped Impmon's rampage.
Guilmon was tough, and with Takato Matsuki supporting him, Impmon would not come out ahead.
"Card slash: SnowAgumon!
Guilmon, freeze Impmon."
Their recent proactive battles had made Takato Matsuki increasingly proficient at using cards.
So, when he saw that Mo Yan was not reacting, Takato Matsuki immediately slashed a card, having Guilmon freeze Impmon to force him to calm down.
After gaining SnowAgumon's power, Guilmon immediately breathed a blizzard at Impmon.
Although Impmon had awakened the demon lord power he would possess in the future, Guilmon was no ordinary Digimon either.
Thus, Impmon still could not withstand this attack from an opposing element.
As the blizzard swept over Impmon, it not only extinguished his purple flames but also encased him in ice.
That was the power of Digi-Cards: they could grant Digimon powers different from their own attributes.
They could even grant powers directly opposed to those attributes.
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