Time and again, it pierced through the surging black mist, creating only gusts of air but unable to touch the opponent's true form. It could only futilely consume its already precious physical strength and energy.
That's not the worst part.
While using his Hollowfication ability for perfect defense, Phantom Majin Buu can also instantly materialize parts of his body!
A sharp bone spur suddenly shot out from the black mist beside Turles!
A giant pink fist suddenly smashed down from the phantom above his head!
This kind of unpredictable and completely unreasonable close-quarters combat counterattack left Turles exhausted and his offensive gradually slowed down.
He went from being the one on the offensive to being forced into a defensive position without even realizing it.
"Hateful!"
Turles kicked away a cloud of black mist that was trying to sneak up on him with a whip kick, and his figure retreated rapidly, finally putting distance between himself and the troublesome monster.
He was breathing slightly heavily, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Under extreme conditions, the physical exertion far exceeds expectations.
The monster on the other side, however, seemed to possess inexhaustible energy.
"What's wrong? You're already out of energy?"
The massive body of Phantom Majin Buu slowly coalesced into form, and he spread his hands, full of smugness.
"Your weird tricks don't seem to work on me!"
Is this all the power you have?
Phantom Majin Buu hovered in mid-air, seemingly certain that he now possessed invincible power, and finally began to laugh wildly.
He laughed loudly while watching Turles's disheveled figure with a mocking gaze.
He looked at Turles's slightly heaving chest, at the fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and his mockery intensified.
"What's wrong?"
Have you realized your own insignificance?
"You can't even touch my body, so what makes you think you can defeat me?"
Turles ignored his shouts.
He raised his hand and wiped away a trace of blood that had seeped from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.
It's precisely in times like these that you need to stay calm!
in the end!
There's still even the slightest chance!
How should we deal with this guy?
The sudden turn of events made the onlookers feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
The suffocatingly vast evil aura emanating from Phantom Majin Buu, gripped everyone's throat like an invisible giant hand.
A sense of despair spread and fermented wildly in the air.
They knew all too well that once Turles was defeated, it would practically mean that no one would be able to deal with that monster...
At that time, the entire universe will be doomed!
Vegeta looked resentful.
"Damn it!"
"Am I really going to die alongside you guys?!"
His fists clenched slowly, filled with anger, frustration, and a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Me! I haven't!"
"I haven't become the strongest Saiyan yet!"
Piccolo stood with his arms crossed over his chest, his face expressionless.
He had clearly prepared for the worst.
"It seems so."
"If anyone's to blame, blame it on how weak we are!"
Trunks and Son Goten, two kids who were originally fearless, now silently lowered their heads.
They glanced at each other, and the light in their Central City had faded.
Son Goku frowned, his gaze fixed on the scene of Phantom Majin Buu fighting his brother.
In the silence, Son Goku suddenly turned his head and looked at the two dejected little fellows beside him.
"How much longer until you two can Fusion again?"
The two of them were stunned by the sudden question.
Trunks and Son Goten looked up at him, bewildered.
Son Goten counted on his fingers, calculating somewhat uncertainly, "Probably... another ten minutes or so..."
As soon as he finished speaking, Trunks shook his head dejectedly and sighed heavily.
"Useless Uncle Goku, even if we Fusion, we're still no match for that guy..."
Even their master is locked in a fierce battle; what could they possibly change even if Fusion again?
Even their master is locked in a fierce battle; what could they possibly change even if Fusion again?
Son Goku interrupted him decisively.
"Perhaps!"
"As long as we can hold on until the next Fusion, that's fine..."
Amidst the ruins, Piccolo looked solemnly at Son Goku beside him.
He spoke slowly, his tone grave.
"What do you want?"
Son Goku tilted his head slightly, exchanged a glance with Piccolo, and nodded gently.
You remember, don't you?
"Back on Planet Namek!"
Piccolo's pupils constricted slightly.
Planet Namek...
The desperate battle against Jass instantly flashed clearly in my mind.
He suddenly realized!
But...
Piccolo looked up at the Phantom Majin Buu high in the sky, whose mere existence exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, and his brows furrowed tightly.
His tone was not optimistic.
Are you sure... you can hold out until then?
"The current situation... there is really no room for any luck..."
Hey! You two!
Vegeta, who was standing to the side, could no longer listen. He gritted his teeth, his scarred face filled with frustration, and abruptly interrupted their conversation.
Trunks and Son Goten also looked at them with blank expressions.
They didn't experience the battle on Planet Namek firsthand, so they had no idea what kind of cryptic conversation Goku and Piccolo were having.
"At a time like this! Stop playing coy!"
Vegeta clenched his fists, his nails digging deep into his palms, and roared.
"What's the solution? Tell me quickly!"
Son Goku didn't explain much to Vegeta.
He simply fixed his gaze firmly back on the battlefield high in the sky.
The battlefield at high altitude at this moment.
The tide of battle has completely turned in one direction.
Turles is completely on the defensive, being toyed with by the Phantom Majin Buu.
"Hahaha! Too slow! Are you a turtle?"
Buu's maniacal laughter, a mixture of several voices, echoed through the sky.
Immediately afterwards, a massive, thick leg, carrying terrifying air pressure that could tear the air apart, fell straight down towards Turles!
"Ugh!"
Turles let out a suppressed groan.
He was like a cannonball being fired, plummeting straight down to the ground below!
Phantom Majin Buu didn't even give chase; he simply hovered leisurely in mid-air, arms outstretched, watching the falling golden streak of light.
Turles knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his fist on the ground, breathing heavily.
A burning pain shot through my back, as if my entire spine was about to break.
Despite being at a complete disadvantage, the moment Turles raised his head, his emerald green eyes remained calm.
It is precisely in times like these that we must remain calm and composed.
That guy seems to really enjoy humiliating him.
It seems he doesn't intend to end the fight quickly until his perverse tastes are fully satisfied...
Taking this opportunity, Turles chose to try his best to adapt to the current situation.
However, even though Majin Buu chose to fully experience and revel in his power.
Turles is still gradually heading towards his doom...
He didn't have much breath left...