Assault Form!

Piccolo stared intently at the ring, his eyes full of concentration.

He could clearly feel the power surging through Son Gohan. Compared to before, he was practically a different person.

Watching the child who had once followed him around to learn how to fight grow to this point, Piccolo wore a gratified smile, like a proud father.

"Gohan, great job!"

Piccolo shouted, cheering Son Gohan on.

"Show him what you can do!"

On the ring, Frost felt the intense pressure from Son Gohan's incoming punch, and his expression instantly turned serious.

He had thought Son Gohan was just an ordinary Saiyan. He hadn't expected him to be so strong.

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

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

He flung his arms apart and quickly crouched, narrowly dodging Son Gohan's powerful punch.

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

"Hm?"

Son Gohan was taken aback. He hadn't expected Frost to have another trick up his sleeve.

A smug smile curled Frost's lips. He tensed his arms and, using the momentum of Son Gohan's charge, leaped into the air.

His body spun once in midair, swinging Son Gohan up before slamming him hard into the ring.

"Thud!"

A deafening crash rang out, and the ring shook violently.

Son Gohan's body slammed into the hard surface of the ring, kicking up a huge cloud of dust that engulfed the entire arena.

"Yeah! Great job, Frost!"

In the Universe 6 stands, Champa instantly sprang to his feet, shouting excitedly.

He still had half a dorayaki in his hand, and the sudden movement sent the red bean paste spilling out.

"Ha ha ha! I told you, Frost would win easily!"

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

"Look, look! It's only been a moment, and he's slammed that Saiyan kid so hard we can't even see him!"

"At this rate, Frost can beat every fighter in Universe 7 all by himself!"

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

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

In the Universe 7 stands, Bulma and the others looked worried.

"Gohan!"

Krillin shouted, unable to stop himself from wanting to rush over and check on him.

But Beerus raised a hand and stopped him.

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

"What are you getting worked up about? That little attack couldn't even scratch Gohan."

He spoke calmly, his tone full of confidence.

"After all, he trains with me every day. He's withstood attacks ten times stronger than that. What's there to worry about?"

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

The aura instantly scattered the dust shrouding the ring, revealing what lay within.

Son Gohan stood steadily in the center of the ring, without even a scratch on him.

The spot where he had been slammed had a huge crack in the ring, but he was completely unharmed.

"What?"

Frost's eyes widened, disbelief written all over his face.

He had used a considerable amount of strength in that blow. Even solid rock would have been smashed to pieces.

Yet Son Gohan wasn't hurt at all?

Son Gohan rolled his arm, which Frost's tail had wrapped around, and said to him:

"Were you testing me just now?"

"If so, you can show me what you're really capable of now."

"Stop holding back. Bring out your final form."

Frost furrowed his brow and asked in confusion:

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

Very few people in Universe 6 knew about his final form. How could Son Gohan know all about it?

"Because there's someone in Universe 7 who looks exactly like you."

Son Gohan explained, "His name is Frieza. He has a similar form, and he's incredibly powerful."

"I see."

Frost finally understood, his expression clearing.

Now he knew why Son Gohan had learned his secret.

"Since you put it that way, I won't hold back!"

Frost clenched his fists, and a purple aura instantly erupted around him.

The aura grew thicker and thicker, engulfing his body.

His physique began to change. His muscles grew larger, sharp bone spikes sprouted from his shoulders, and his face became more ferocious.

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

As his form changed, the strength of his aura multiplied, and a terrifying pressure spread through the arena.

"This is my final form. You'd better watch out!"

Frost warned Son Gohan, his voice brimming with confidence.

Then he pushed off the ground with both feet, turning into a purple blur as he charged at Son Gohan with all his might.

After transforming, Frost's speed increased dramatically. He was on an entirely different level from before.

But after Beerus's careful instruction, Son Gohan's reaction speed had improved just as dramatically.

As Frost launched his surprise attack, Son Gohan's eyes narrowed, and his body reacted at once.

He raised a hand and caught Frost's fist precisely. Their powers collided with a muffled thud.

Seeing this, Frost immediately swung his other fist, while his tail lashed out again toward Son Gohan's chest.

Son Gohan lightly pushed off with both feet and sprang into the air, dodging the tail.

At the same time, he raised his knee sharply, driving it toward Frost's chin.

Frost tilted his head aside, dodging Son Gohan's knee strike, then spread his arms and launched a fierce barrage of attacks.

The two fought intensely in midair, moving so fast that they were visible only as blurs.

In just a few seconds, their fists and feet collided more than a hundred times, so rapidly that it was hard to follow.

"What incredible speed!"

Son Goku's eyes widened, his face alight with excitement.

"I didn't expect Frost to be this strong after transforming. Gohan's amazing, too—he can actually keep up!"

Vegeta crossed his arms and scoffed.

"It's just a fight at this level. What's so surprising about it?"

Despite his words, his eyes remained fixed on the ring. He was clearly captivated by the thrilling match as well.

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

He could tell that Frost's final form was indeed powerful, but Son Gohan still hadn't used all his strength.

The fight was nowhere near decided yet.

The fierce exchange continued for a while, and Frost's attacks grew more and more vicious.

Every punch and kick carried immense force, and his attacks came in such rapid succession that he gave Son Gohan almost no chance to catch his breath.

Gradually, Son Gohan began to fall behind.

He could only barely block Frost's attacks, with no chance to counter. He had been forced entirely onto the defensive.

"Ha ha ha! See? Frost's assault form is no empty boast!"

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

"That kid Son Gohan is finished. He'll be defeated any moment now!"

Fuwa, the Supreme Kai of Universe 6, nodded, a satisfied smile on his face.

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

He addressed the others beside him. "In this form, both his attack speed and strength increase dramatically, and he can unleash a relentless barrage."

"Many opponents who were stronger than him have been overwhelmed by the relentless attacks of this form and lost their matches."

Fuwa fixed his eyes on the ring and said with certainty:

"Son Gohan may be strong, but he won't last long against an attack this airtight."

"Frost will definitely win this match!"

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

Frost's fists rained down on his guard, and each collision made Son Gohan's arms tingle.

Frost's relentless assault had him pinned down. He could only keep retreating, with no chance to counterattack.