"Teacher, you really didn't hold back. I still can't get rid of the bruises on my face."
On Coredramon's back, Mo Yan rubbed his cheek and complained to SageMon, who was repairing the cracks in the Book of the Void's cover.
The foreign data contained in the bruises on Mo Yan's cheeks was too stubborn. He could only wear it away slowly, rather than restore his cheeks immediately.
Otherwise, how could a Digimon possibly suffer an injury like bruising?
"You have the nerve to complain about me? Look at the cracks in my book! There are several more now!
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Hearing this, SageMon, who was reconstructing the data in the Book of the Void's cover, roared at Mo Yan in irritation.
While brawling with SageMon in the Council Hall, Mo Yan had fused into Mage Knightmon again and fought SageMon at close quarters.
The second time was easier than the first.
This time, Mo Yan's fused form had grown much stronger than before.
Although his strength was still at the Ultimate level, he could already trade blows with SageMon.
Even so, Mo Yan still came off worse.
But SageMon could no longer stop Mo Yan from hurting him, either.
"Tch. Who told you to secretly record all those embarrassing moments of mine, Teacher?"
Faced with SageMon's roar, Mo Yan retorted without backing down.
At the same time, Mo Yan stopped eliminating the foreign data on his face. Instead, he gathered it up and placed it inside one of his DigiCores for another use.
"I didn't. I never did. They have no proof."
SageMon absolutely refused to admit that he had recorded Mo Yan's embarrassing moments.
As a great, glorious, and righteous Sage Digimon, how could SageMon possibly admit to doing such a thing?
So, naturally, SageMon firmly and righteously refused