Saganbo and Seven-Three hovered directly in front of Turles and Majin Buu, their surging dark purple demonic energy sizzling and burning the surrounding air.
Turles hung his hands at his sides, tilted his head, and looked the two guys blocking his way up and down.
He pondered to himself.
Last time, Moro retreated on Planet Namek because he was afraid of the Grand Supreme Kai's sealing technique.
Now this guy is hiding on the hilltop behind them, afraid to show his face. He casually pours some magic into his two henchmen. Does he really expect to stop them with those two bastards?
Although he lost last time, this approach...
That's incredibly disrespectful.
Buzz!
Opposite him, the crystal gem in the center of Seven-Three's forehead suddenly flashed a blinding red light.
The smooth interior of the mirror clearly reflected Moro's goat-like face.
Majin Buu twitched his nose and smelled the extremely unpleasant stench.
The instinctive memories belonging to the Grand Supreme Kai within his body were instantly ignited.
Pfft--!
Buu suddenly spewed out several thick plumes of white smoke from the vents on his head and arms, directly scattering the clouds above him.
Buu's once round belly heaved violently, his two pink fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and his cheeks bulged out.
"That smell is awful!"
Buu will defeat you first!
Buu yelled at the top of his lungs, and pure pinkish-white flames instantly exploded from his body.
Bang!
Buu shattered the void beneath his feet with a single kick, transforming into a pink afterimage as he charged straight toward Seven-Three.
The short distance of 100 meters was covered in the blink of an eye.
Buu tucked his right fist to his waist, channeling all his strength into his arm, and as he drew near Seven-Three, he delivered a punch straight for his opponent's head!
The force of the punch tore through the air, emitting a piercing shriek.
Despite Buu's ferocious punch, Seven-Three remained calm.
Boom!
A dense, dark purple demonic aura suddenly exploded from Seven-Three's body, and the violent shockwave instantly shattered the clouds within a radius of a thousand meters.
Turles, who was watching from the back, raised an eyebrow.
This magnanimity is a bit unexpected.
Not only has Seven-Three copied Moro's moves, but he has also now received Moro's own magical infusion.
With the two factors combined, Seven-Three suddenly spread his arms wide, his five fingers curling into claws.
The base buildings below, the atmosphere beneath his feet, and all the free-floating energy in the upper atmosphere were forcibly pulled towards him, transforming into visible streams of light that frantically entered his body!
Seven-Three's aura surged again within half a second.
Just as Buu's fist was about to smash into his nose, Seven-Three withdrew his hands and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
Thump--!
The pink, fleshy fist slammed solidly into Seven-Three's forearm guards.
A dull thud echoed through the sky, and a white shockwave exploded outwards from the point of their clash, instantly turning dozens of the Demon Realm soldiers charging up below into minced meat.
Seven-Three forcefully blocked Buu's charging punch head-on.
Buu failed to send his opponent flying with his punch and let out a dissatisfied groan.
Without pausing for a moment, he twisted his waist and hips with the momentum of his forward charge, and his left leg, accompanied by a whistling wind, swept directly across Seven-Three's waist and ribs.
With the immense magical power he had just absorbed, Seven-Three reacted with astonishing speed, simultaneously raising his right knee to meet Buu's shin with his hard kneecap.
Snap!
Flesh and bone collided heavily.
The two engaged in a rapid, high-frequency exchange of blows in mid-air, fists clashing, legs hitting legs, creating a dense sonic boom. In the blink of an eye, they had exchanged over a hundred blows, neither able to gain the upper hand.
Seeing that Seven-Three had completely entangled Buu, Turles withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Saganbo directly in front of him.
They actually managed to withstand Majin Buu's attack head-on!
So, this guy in front of me...
Turles was waiting for his opponent to make a move.
But Saganbo on the other side is in very abnormal condition right now.
He was bent over, his entire face contorted and squeezed together, gasping for breath, each breath carrying a heavy, metallic scent of blood.
His skin turned a deep red and then a deep purple, and large blood vessels bulged on the surface of his muscles, throbbing incessantly.
The amount of magic that Moro had just poured in was far too much and too intense; the violent energy was raging inside his body, tearing at his internal organs and bones with excruciating pain.
"Huff... huff..."
Saganbo clenched his teeth, blood seeping from his gums and dripping down his chin.
He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Turles a few meters away.
The excruciating pain did not deter him; instead, it ignited the ferocity within him.
"For Moro!!"
Saganbo let out a hoarse roar, his veins bulging all over his body as he forcefully squeezed out all the chaotic black-purple demonic energy surging within him!
Bang!
The air beneath Saganbo's feet exploded instantly, his massive body leaving a trail of afterimages in mid-air as he charged toward Turles like a mad dog.
When he was less than two meters away from Turles, Saganbo's right foot missed its mark, and he twisted his waist and back with force, channeling all the rampaging magic power in his body through his shoulder into his right arm.
A simple, brutal straight punch tore through the air and slammed right into Turles ' chest!
Faced with this terrifyingly powerful punch, Turles stood still, not even twitching his red tail hanging down behind him.
He simply raised his right hand, fingers spread, and casually placed it in front of his chest.
Snap!
Saganbo's fist, as big as a casserole dish, slammed solidly into Turles ' palm.
The two men were vastly different in size; Saganbo's fist was even larger than Turles's palm, yet it was firmly held in place by five fingers.
boom!
A muffled explosion erupted from the back of Turles ' palm.
A fierce gust of wind blew past Turles's sides, causing his long black hair to dance wildly backward.
Turles slid his foot back half a step in mid-air, dissipating the force from his foot and effortlessly suppressing Saganbo's overwhelming momentum.
"What?!"
Saganbo's anger intensified when he saw that his full-force punch had been caught by his opponent with one hand.
Without hesitation, he, with his rich combat experience, forcefully pulled back his right fist, then lowered his shoulder, and with a piercing whistling sound, his left elbow slammed into Turles ' neck!
At the same time, Saganbo suddenly raised his right knee, viciously slamming it into Turles's abdomen.
They attacked from both above and below simultaneously, each strike aimed at a fatal spot.
Turles remained expressionless, his left hand forming a palm strike that landed precisely on the outside of Saganbo's left elbow joint, deflecting the horizontal elbow strike.
Immediately afterwards, Turles lifted his right foot and delivered a clean, powerful push-off, the sole of his shoe landing directly on Saganbo's right kneecap as he came up, pressing down with force!
Click!
Saganbo's knees were forced back by the immense force, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground.
Turles clenched his right fist and thrust it forward close to his body, delivering a solid punch to Saganbo's unsuspecting chest.
"Huff... huff..."
Saganbo clenched his teeth, blood seeping from his gums and dripping down his chin.
He suddenly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Turles a few meters away.
The excruciating pain did not deter him; instead, it ignited the ferocity within him.
"For Moro!!"