"Huff, huff..."
Beerus panted. It had been a long time since he had felt this drained.
The last time his face had been beaten to a pulp was during the Battle of the 12 Gods of Destruction before the Tournament of Power.
Back then, he had angered all the others, and the other Gods of Destruction had joined forces to attack him, leaving his face just as battered.
Son Gohan was in much the same state, but his cells could regenerate.
So he actually looked a little less battered than Lord Beerus.
However, attacks infused with destruction energy inflicted tremendous damage, destroying the body at its very foundation. That left Majin Buu's regenerative ability somewhat lacking, unable to keep pace with the destruction.
Simply put, it had fallen behind the current patch.
Recovery was slower.
"Lord Beerus, do you want to keep fighting?" Son Gohan asked, looking at the panting Beerus.
"Forget it. I'm done." Beerus waved a hand and exhaled, the astonishing energy around him dissipating.
Seeing this, Son Gohan returned to his original form as well.
He asked curiously, "Lord Beerus, you were still holding back some of your strength, weren't you?"
After all, the title of Patch Battle God was not for nothing.
Son Gohan knew Beerus had that patch working in his favor. He might really have been holding something back.
Beerus rolled his eyes, torn over what to say.
Holding back, my ass.
He really had used his full strength just now.
He had never expected Son Gohan to reach this level.
Fast. Far too fast.
"Ahem!" Beerus coughed, then said somewhat sheepishly, "I used ninety percent."
Well, let's go with that for now. It'll motivate the kid to keep training hard.
However, Whis, who had watched the entire fight with a smile, saw right