Assault Form!

Piccolo stared intently at the ring, his eyes filled with focus.

He could clearly feel the power surging within Son Gohan, a stark contrast to how he had been before.

Watching the child who once followed behind him to learn how to fight grow to such a level, a fatherly smile of gratification appeared on Piccolo's face.

"Gohan, well done!"

Piccolo shouted, cheering Son Gohan on.

"Show him what you're made of!"

On the ring, Frost felt the intense pressure brought by the wind of Son Gohan's punch, and his expression instantly turned grave.

He had originally assumed Son Gohan was just an ordinary Saiyan, never expecting his strength to be this formidable.

Frost instinctively crossed his arms, preparing to defend against the punch head-on.

But just as Son Gohan's fist was about to land, he suddenly changed his move.

He flung his arms wide and quickly crouched, dodging Son Gohan's heavy punch by a hair's breadth.

At the same time, his tail lashed out like a flexible whip, precisely coiling around Son Gohan's arm.

"Hm?"

Son Gohan was taken aback, not expecting Frost to have such a trick up his sleeve.

A smug smile curled at the corners of Frost's mouth; he exerted force through his arms and, using the momentum of Son Gohan's forward charge, leaped into the air.

His body spun once in mid-air, swinging Son Gohan around before slamming him violently toward the ring.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, the ring shook violently.

Son Gohan's body slammed heavily onto the hard surface of the ring, kicking up a massive cloud of dust that shrouded the entire stage.

"Yes! Beautifully done! Frost!"

In the Universe 6 spectator stands, Champa leaped from his seat, shouting in excitement.

He was still holding half a dorayaki, and because of his sudden movement, the red bean paste fell off.

"Hahaha! I told you! Frost can definitely win with ease!"

Champa laughed triumphantly, speaking to the Universe 6 Supreme Kai, Fuwa, beside him.

"Look, look! How long has it been? He's already smashed that Saiyan brat so hard you can't even see him!"

"At this rate, Frost can defeat all the Universe 7 contestants by himself!"

Champa rubbed his hands together, his eyes gleaming with greed.

"Earth's delicacies will soon be mine! I'll eat burgers and cola every day, and I'll never have to eat the disgusting food from Universe 6 again!"

In the Universe 7 spectator stands, Bulma and the others wore expressions of concern.

"Gohan!"

Krillin couldn't help but shout, wanting to rush forward to check on the situation.

However, he was stopped by Beerus, who reached out an arm to block him.

Beerus glanced at the excited Champa, his face full of disdain.

"What's the rush? This level of attack wouldn't even scratch Gohan's skin."

He said calmly, his tone filled with confidence.

"After all, he's the one who spars with me every day; he's endured attacks ten times stronger than this, so what is this little scene?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a powerful aura erupted from the ring.

The dust covering the stage was instantly blown away by this energy, revealing the scene within.

Son Gohan stood steadily in the center of the ring, without even a single scrape on his body.

The spot where he had been slammed had cracked into a massive fissure, yet he remained completely unharmed.

"What?"

Frost's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

He had used a significant amount of power in that last strike; even solid rock would have been smashed to pieces.

Yet, Son Gohan was perfectly fine?

Son Gohan flexed the arm that had been coiled, and said to Frost:

"Was that just a test?"

"If it was, then you can bring out your real skills now."

"Don't hold back anymore; show me your final form."

Frost furrowed his brows and asked in confusion:

"How did you know I have a final form?"

His final form is known to very few in Universe 6, so how could Son Gohan know about it so clearly?

"Because in our Universe 7, there is someone who looks exactly like you."

Son Gohan explained, "His name is Frieza, and he possesses a similar form, as well as immense power."

"I see."

Frost realized, a look of understanding dawning on his face.

He finally understood why Son Gohan knew his secret.

"Since you've said as much, I won't hold back!"

Frost clenched his fists, and a purple aura instantly erupted from his body.

The aura grew increasingly dense, enveloping his entire frame.

His physique began to shift; his muscles became more defined, sharp bone spurs sprouted from his shoulders, and his face grew even more ferocious.

This was Frieza's third form, and also Frost's final form!

As his form changed, the intensity of his energy surged several times over, and a terrifying pressure radiated outward.

"This is my final form. You had better be careful!"

Frost warned Son Gohan, his tone brimming with confidence.

With that, he stomped hard against the ground, his body turning into a purple blur as he charged toward Son Gohan with everything he had.

After transforming, Frost's speed increased significantly, jumping up by more than one level.

But having been carefully trained by Beerus, Son Gohan's reaction speed was no longer what it once was.

Facing Frost's sudden assault, Son Gohan narrowed his eyes and reacted instantly.

He raised his hand and precisely caught Frost's fist; the two forces collided with a dull, heavy thud.

Seeing this, Frost swung his other fist while simultaneously whipping his tail toward Son Gohan's chest.

Son Gohan pushed off with his feet, leaping into the air to dodge the tail attack.

At the same time, he drove his knee upward, aiming for Frost's chin.

Frost tilted his head to evade the knee strike, then spread his arms and launched a storm of attacks at Son Gohan.

The two engaged in a fierce exchange in mid-air, their movements so fast that only afterimages remained.

In just a few seconds, the sound of fists and feet colliding rang out over a hundred times, a dizzying and dense display of combat.

"Such speed!"

Son Goku widened his eyes, his face full of excitement.

"I didn't expect Frost to be this strong after transforming, and Gohan is impressive too, keeping up with his rhythm!"

Vegeta crossed his arms and let out a cold snort:

"It's just a scuffle of this level; what is there to be surprised about?"

Despite his words, his gaze remained locked on the ring, clearly captivated by the brilliant duel.

Lin Fan leaned back in his seat, his fingers tapping lightly against the armrest.

He could see that while Frost's final form was indeed strong, Son Gohan had yet to reveal his full power.

This battle was far from decided.

The intense exchange continued for a while, Frost's attacks growing increasingly sharp.

Every punch and kick carried immense power, and his attack frequency was so high that he gave Son Gohan almost no room to breathe.

Gradually, Son Gohan began to fall behind.

He could only barely block Frost's attacks, finding no opportunity to counter, and was forced into a purely defensive state.

"Hahaha! You see? Frost's assault form is not just for show!"

Champa shouted excitedly again, nearly spitting out the food in his mouth.

"That brat Son Gohan is finished; he'll be defeated soon!"

Fuwa, the Supreme Kai of Universe 6, nodded with a satisfied smile.

"This assault form of Frost's is indeed extremely powerful."

He said to those around him, "In this form, his attack speed and power increase significantly, and his rhythm is incredibly dense."

"Many opponents stronger than him have been suppressed by this dense offensive and lost the match in the end."

Fuwa's gaze fell on the ring as he stated with certainty:

"Although Son Gohan has decent strength, he won't last long against such an airtight assault."

"Frost is definitely going to win this match!"

On the ring, Son Gohan was at a complete defensive disadvantage.

Frost's fists rained down on his guard like a downpour, each collision leaving his arms slightly numb.

His body was pinned down by Frost's offensive, forcing him to retreat constantly with no chance to strike back.