Gohan VS Frost

Just then, a figure suddenly flashed into the center of the ring.

The newcomer wore a black and white referee uniform and held a megaphone in his hand; he was the referee Vados had specifically recruited for the martial arts tournament.

The eyes of the contestants and spectators from Universe 7 and Universe 6 instantly converged on the referee.

Everyone was waiting for the announcement of the tournament rules, and the air was thick with intense fighting spirit.

The referee cleared his throat, raised the megaphone, and announced in a loud voice:

"Quiet! I now announce the rules for the Universe 7 and Universe 6 inter-universal martial arts tournament!"

His voice echoed throughout the arena through the megaphone, and the previously noisy venue fell silent in an instant.

"This competition is a team battle, and the format is three versus five!"

"There are three ways to eliminate an opponent!"

"First, knock the opponent out of the ring!"

"Second, beat the opponent until they are completely incapacitated!"

"Third, the opponent voluntarily forfeits!"

"The universe that defeats all of the opposing team's contestants first will be the final winner!"

The referee paused, then added two important rules:

"There are two additional requirements!"

"First, no contestant is allowed to carry weapons during the battle!"

"Second, killing an opponent is strictly prohibited!"

"Any violation of these rules will result in an immediate disqualification!"

After announcing the rules, the referee put away the megaphone and nodded toward Vados off the stage.

The next second, his figure vanished from the center of the ring, slipping away faster than a rabbit, terrified of being caught in the crossfire of the upcoming battle.

The referee's voice rang out once more:

"Now announcing the contestants for the first match!"

"Universe 7's contestant—Son Gohan!"

"Universe 6's contestant—Frost!"

"It's finally starting!"

Son Gohan clenched his fists in excitement and pushed off the ground with a sudden burst of force.

His body shot toward the ring like a cannonball, landing steadily on one side of the stage.

In the spectator stands, Piccolo stood up abruptly and shouted:

"Gohan! Use your full strength!"

"Don't let those guys from Universe 6 look down on Universe 7!"

Krillin also waved his arms along with him:

"Go for it, Gohan! Flatten that guy!"

Bulma stood with her hands on her hips, a confident smile curling her lips:

"With Gohan's current strength, winning the first match shouldn't be a problem at all!"

Son Goku and Vegeta were also staring at the ring, their eyes filled with anticipation.

After the training Beerus had provided during this period, they had yet to see just how strong Gohan's true power really was.

Lin Fan leaned back in his seat in the spectator area, his face remaining expressionless.

His gaze rested on Frost, a flicker of imperceptible amusement flashing in his eyes.

On the other side, in the Universe 6 spectator stands, the table in front of Champa was already piled high with various delicacies taken from Earth's snack stalls.

Burgers, fries, cola, and dorayaki were stacked like a small mountain.

Champa held a chicken leg in his left hand and a slice of pizza in his right, his mouth covered in grease as he ate with a look of pure satisfaction on his face.

While gnawing on the chicken leg, he mumbled indistinctly:

"Tsk tsk tsk, Earth's food really lives up to its reputation; it's a hundred times better than that garbage in Universe 6!"

"Once I win this tournament, I'm definitely going to seize Earth and make it my exclusive gourmet planet!"

Seeing Son Gohan on the ring, Champa chewed the meat in his mouth, his eyes brightening slightly:

"Oh? Isn't that the Saiyan kid from Beerus's castle?"

"Him? He thinks he can stop my contestants?"

Champa curled his lip in disdain and shoved another large bite of pizza into his mouth:

"So what if it's three versus five? My contestants are all elites!"

"Universe 6 is definitely going to win this tournament!"

"When the time comes, all the delicacies of Earth will be mine!"

On the arena, Son Gohan loosened his wrists and ankles, his gaze fixed on Frost, who was slowly walking toward him from the opposite side.

The opponent was draped in a black cloak with a hood pulled over his head, obscuring his entire face and leaving only a vague silhouette visible.

Son Gohan grinned and took the initiative to greet him:

"You must be Frost, right?"

"My name is Son Gohan. I look forward to our match!"

Frost stopped in his tracks and gave a slight nod.

His voice drifted out from beneath the hood, sounding remarkably gentle:

"Hello, contestant Son Gohan."

As the words fell, Frost reached up, grabbed his black cloak, and gave it a light flick.

The cloak traced an arc through the air before landing in the corner of the arena.

When Frost's true appearance was revealed to everyone, the Universe 7 spectator stands instantly erupted into chaos.

"What the hell!"

Krillin bolted up from his seat, his eyes wide as copper bells.

"This guy... how does this guy look exactly like Frieza?"

Bulma was also wearing an expression of pure disbelief:

"No way? Aside from the color of his body, they're practically cut from the same mold!"

Son Goku scratched his head, his face full of confusion:

"Strange, he looks way too much like Frieza, doesn't he? Could they be relatives?"

Vegeta's expression turned instantly grim, his hands clenching until his knuckles popped, with energy faintly leaking from his body.

Seeing Frost's face reminded him of the humiliation of being dominated by Frieza back in the day, and a surge of rage instantly welled up in his heart.

If not for the fact that they were in the middle of a tournament, he would have loved to rush up there and tear Frost to pieces.

"Don't get worked up, Vegeta."

Lin Fan's voice sounded calmly.

Vegeta turned his head to glare at him, took a deep breath, and only then managed to suppress the fury in his heart.

He knew now was not the time to act, so he could only glare fixedly at Frost on the arena, his eyes filled with killing intent.

Lin Fan looked at Frost on the arena, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he explained to those around him:

"It's quite normal; life in the two universes mostly exists in pairs."

"Frost corresponds to Frieza from our universe."

"Cabba corresponds to Vegeta."

"Caulifla corresponds to Goku."

"As for that Kale, she corresponds to Broly."

"So that's how it is!"

Son Goku had a sudden realization and patted his head.

"No wonder Cabba and Caulifla looked a bit familiar; so that's what's going on!"

Vegeta let out a cold snort, his tone still carrying disdain:

"So what if they look alike? Their strength is worlds apart!"

On the arena, Frost looked at Son Gohan, a polite smile appearing on his face.

He extended a hand toward Son Gohan and said gently:

"It is my honor to be able to compete against you, contestant Son Gohan."

Son Gohan and everyone off the stage were stunned.

This attitude was a world away from the arrogant and domineering Frieza.

Could this guy be the "good guy" version of Frieza?

Son Gohan blinked, then reached out and shook hands with Frost:

"You're too kind; I'm also looking forward to our match."

The two hands clasped together, touching briefly before pulling apart.

Almost the instant the handshake ended, the aura of battle instantly permeated the air.

"The match begins!"

The referee's voice rang out once more.

Before the words had even faded, Son Gohan made the first move!

He stomped his feet hard against the ground, his body transforming into a blur as he threw a clenched fist, whistling through the air as it smashed fiercely toward Frost.

The force of the punch was sharp, carrying a power that could not be underestimated.

"Not bad speed!"

A flicker of surprise flashed in Frost's eyes, yet his body reacted with lightning speed.

He leaped upward, easily dodging Son Gohan's fist.

Rotating three hundred and sixty degrees in mid-air, his right leg whipped out like a lash, cutting through the wind as it swept horizontally toward Son Gohan's head.

"Well met!"

Instead of being alarmed, Son Gohan was delighted; he raised his arm and blocked Frost's flying kick head-on.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Son Gohan's arm and Frost's leg collided.

A surge of force traveled up his arm, causing Son Gohan's body to sway slightly, though he quickly steadied himself.

This guy's strength... it isn't actually that strong.

Son Gohan thought to himself.

He could clearly feel that Frost's power was significantly weaker than he had imagined.

This was likely because his own strength and physical endurance had improved drastically during his recent training under the guidance of Beerus.

Seeing his attack blocked, Frost did not linger.

Using the recoil from kicking Son Gohan's arm, he stepped off Son Gohan's shoulder and propelled his body backward, putting distance between the two of them.

"Now is the time!"

Son Gohan's eyes lit up as he seized this perfect opportunity for a counterattack.

He took a deep breath, and a white aura instantly surged around his body.

The aura soared into the sky, blowing his hair back.

A powerful energy radiated from him, causing the spectators below to widen their eyes in disbelief.

"Such a powerful aura!"

Krillin stared, his face full of shock.

"Is this Gohan's true strength? It's incredible!"

Piccolo nodded, a gratified smile appearing on his face:

"Not bad, not bad at all. The training during this period truly did not go to waste."

Feeling the power surging within him, Son Gohan curled his lips into a confident smile.

He snapped his head up, locking his gaze onto Frost not far away.

All the strength in his body gathered into his right fist, which began to shimmer with a faint white light.

"Frost! Take this punch!"

With a loud shout, Son Gohan stomped his feet against the ground.

His body shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, charging fiercely toward the retreating Frost.