Guilmon felt his eyes flash and saw himself appearing in a jungle.

"Where is this?

Wizardmon, where are you?"

The empty-headed Guilmon touched his head and shouted to Mo Yan.

"Guilmon, the place you are in now is a wild jungle created to train you."

Mo Yan's voice reached Guilmon's ears from all directions, making the latter feel so magical.

"Wild jungle?

How to train?”

Guilmon tilted his head, his big head filled with questions.

Guilmon's unthinking question left Mo Yan speechless.

They are all dragon-type Digimon, so why is Guilmon's brain more like a decoration?

Could it be that this is the legendary exchange of IQ for combat power?

After calming down, Mo Yan didn't plan to explain Guilmon specifically.

Just listening, Mo Yan coughed, and then said: "Welcome to the wild jungle, where you can unleash your natural instinct as a predator."

As if satisfied with his progress, or looking for a certain feeling, Mo Yan's speech was somewhat similar to that of a host.

Fortunately, everyone present was Digimon, so there was no embarrassment.

Especially, Guilmon couldn't understand what Mo Yan meant.

"The Digimon participating in this training are: Ryuzimon and Guilmon.

The goal of this training: hunting.

The reward and punishment mechanism is: Digimon who do not complete the hunt within the specified time will enjoy an electric shock that lasts for one minute.

Please participate in the training of Digimon to unleash their wild instincts and show your demeanor as a top predator!"

Mo Yan seemed to regard this training as some kind of variety show, or maybe he was releasing the nature of a certain digital core.

Otherwise, this would not explain Mo Yan's abnormal behavior.

It's just that I don't know that kind of Digimon to have such a strong sense of evil.

From this aspect, we can also see why the Four Holy Beasts did not choose to specialize their twelve digital cores.

Before completing the final transformation, Mo Yan needs to continue to grasp the nature and instinct of the twelve Digimon.

If Mo Yan didn't have a special method, he could eliminate this kind of schizophrenic realization.

Then, Mo Yan might be taken into the endless abyss by these twelve Digicores and split into twelve different Digimon.

Then, after endless years, these twelve Digimon, attracted by the same source, had an instinctive desire to become one.

After experiencing bloody battles, they merged into one again, and an existence named Mo Yan was born again.

But, was Mo Yan still Mo Yan at that time?

Of course, Mo Yan had not considered this possibility.

In Mo Yan's opinion, he will definitely succeed.

It just depends on the length of time.

In the wild jungle.

After a period of adaptation, Guilmon slowly released its own nature.

That's the natural instinct of being an evil dragon.

Cruel, cruel, and bloodthirsty.

Has a very high desire to fight.

The golden eyes belonging to the dragon type and the pupils shrinking into lines all indicate the high degree of danger in the natural instincts they reveal.

"Woo..."

Guilmon leaned down and started sniffing with its huge nostrils.

The various smells in the air poured into Guilmon's nostrils, sketching out the surrounding situation for him.

On the other side, the dragon beast slowly twisted its limbs a few times after receiving a little bit of Mo Yan's will.

As if adapting to this body, Dracomon's movements are a little slow and a little funny.

But, soon.

After briefly getting familiar with the body, Dragonzamon started its own hunt before Guilmon.

Different from the battle with the mature dragon, this is a duel between young dragons.

here we go.

The wild instinct of dragons, the innate intuition of predators.

At this moment, the two young dragons showed their full potential.

Looking for the smell in the air...

Catching signs of possible prey...

Pacing lightly, slowly exploring possible routes...

The battle of wits and courage between predators and prey, and the misdirection between predators and predators.

A wonderful, but boring duel was staged in the wild jungle.

After seeing Guilmon and Dragonmon enter the state, Mo Yan left an early warning before giving up and continuing to observe.

After thinking for a while, Mo Yan raised his hand and released a spell.

A flash of light flashed, and the ice block that sealed the little monster slowly disappeared.

There was another flash of white light, and the little monster was healed after being damaged by the ice.

After the seal was unsealed, the little monster didn't yell or condemn anything.

The little monster just sat silently in front of Mo Yan, spread out his palms, and condensed a slightly purple flame.

Under the infusion of magic power, the Dark Night Flame quickly expanded to the size of a basketball.

Mo Yan looked at the indifferent expression on the little monster's face and couldn't help but chuckle.

Mo Yan had such a look before.

Therefore, Mo Yan did not say anything, but quietly watched the little monster's movements.

as expected.

This time, the little monster successfully dissipated all the magic power in the fireball.

Still silent and no unnecessary movements.

The little monster just stared at Mo Yan tightly without saying a word.

“Papa~

Not bad, he mastered it so quickly, he is quite talented."

Patting his palms lightly, Mo Yan praised the little monster without hesitation.

"Can we start the next step?"

An indifferent voice sounded, and the little monster asked Mo Yan what his next step would be.

"So urgent?

Don’t you want to take a break?”

Recalling his previous thoughts, Mo Yan said calmly.

"Need not!"

The little monster continued to stare at Mo Yan with a very harsh tone.

"You don't need to dissipate the magic this time, you need to feel the magic inside.

Then, compress them."

As he spoke, flames burst out from Mo Yan's palms, signaling the little monster to use the method he taught him to feel the compression of the flames.

From what the little monster felt, the magic power in the flame in Mo Yan's palm was being continuously gathered and no longer diffused.

This is because when the magic power is used, it will appear in a released state, which is also a diluted state.

It is several times more difficult to extract the magic power that is in a diffuse state than to gather and compress it.

Therefore, Mo Yan placed the challenge of compressing magic power behind the challenge of extracting magic power.

However, as Mo Yan compressed the flame in his palm into a small crystal shape, sweat began to flow from the little monster's forehead again.
To be continued...