He did not even turn his head to look at Baby again. He merely crouched slightly, and the ground beneath his feet split apart with a deafening crash.
The next second, he vanished as if he had evaporated, leaving behind only a ring of explosive airwaves and flying rubble.
This could not be explained by mere speed—he had truly used Instant Transmission.
Super Saiyan 3's golden aura burned violently through the air. Little Goku's figure seemed to tear through space-time itself. Before the air could even begin to move, he had forcibly blasted a vacuum passage through it, the sound as piercing as an explosion.
The surrounding rubble was swept into the air, as if time itself had frozen.
The next instant, he was already standing before Gohan, his long golden hair whipping wildly in the airflow.
His right fist shot out like lightning, lightly tapping the side of Gohan's neck.
His control over his strength was flawless, like a dragonfly touching water, yet terrifyingly precise as it struck the carotid sinus directly.
Gohan's pupils suddenly dilated, reflecting Little Goku's cold face.
That single blow was enough to cut off the blood supply to his brain, without even breaking the skin.
His eyes rolled back, and his body went limp at once. Like a puppet with its strings cut, he crashed onto the cracked ground, kicking up dust that slowly drifted apart beneath the sunlight.
Before the dust could settle, Little Goku's figure flashed again, leaving only a golden afterimage in the air.
He appeared directly behind Goten, who had not even had time to react.
The same move, the same spot—light and effortless, yet deadly.
Goten let out a muffled grunt. His body convulsed violently once before he immediately collapsed to the ground, his golden hair gradually fading back