Taunting

The moment he finished speaking, Son Gohan moved with lightning speed, raising a leg and kicking Majin Buu squarely in the body.

The tremendous force behind the kick sent Majin Buu flying backward at high speed, tearing through the air with a howling whistle.

Majin Buu let out a furious roar in midair and forcibly stopped himself, but at that moment, a voice sounded beside his ear.

"Even if you've learned Instant Transmission, it's useless, because you don't understand how to use it at all."

Bang!

Before Majin Buu could react, Son Gohan kicked him flying again.

This time, however, Majin Buu decisively used Instant Transmission halfway through. Yet the instant he appeared behind Son Gohan, Son Gohan seized the opening and drove a fist viciously into his face.

"Can't you think before using Instant Transmission?" Son Gohan mocked, withdrawing his fist.

Just like that, Majin Buu was tossed around like a ball by Son Gohan's use of the very same Instant Transmission, unable to fight back at all.

After all, Instant Transmission, one of the divine techniques in Dragon Balls, had long since been thoroughly studied by Son Gohan.

Majin Buu had only just learned it, yet he dared to use it in front of Son Gohan. Calling it showing off before an expert would not have been an exaggeration—he was practically asking to be beaten.

Even when Majin Buu suddenly flared his energy in an attempt to counterattack, it was useless. Son Gohan's fists seemed to possess some strange magic; every hit sent the energy within his body into instant turmoil.

As a result, whenever Majin Buu tried to strike back, Son Gohan would disrupt him so badly that he could not gather his energy.

After brutally pummeling him for a while, Son Gohan stopped. Looking at Majin