Golden Aura! The Dominance of Super Saiyan

Son Gohan was being pushed to the edge of the ring by Frost. One more step back, and he would fall off.

Champa excitedly jumped up from his seat, waving the chicken leg in his hand as he shouted:

"Frost! You can do it!"

"Knock him off the ring in one go and claim the first victory!"

His eyes gleamed with greed as he began imagining what it would be like to get the Earth Food Star:

"Hahaha! Once we win the tournament, Earth will be mine!"

"Then I'll move all the delicious food to Universe 6 and eat until I'm stuffed every day!"

"Hmph, what a ridiculous joke."

Old Kai's voice rang out, dripping with disdain.

Leaning back in his chair, he swung his legs as he said:

"With skills like that, he thinks he can beat Gohan?"

"Are you all blind? Can't you see Gohan hasn't even left his base form?"

"He hasn't even transformed into a Super Saiyan 1. Can't the gods of Universe 6 tell the difference in their strength?"

Kibito Kai hurriedly leaned close to Old Kai's ear and reminded him in a low voice:

"Lord Old Kai, please keep your voice down."

"If Lord Champa hears you, he'll definitely cause trouble."

Only then did Old Kai realize what he'd done. He quickly gestured for Kibito Kai to shush.

He secretly glanced toward the Universe 6 stands. Champa and Fuwa were both focused on the ring and hadn't noticed their conversation, so he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's there to be afraid of? Everything I said was true."

Old Kai lowered his voice but spoke with conviction all the same:

"How could Gohan possibly lose? He's just playing along with his opponent."

Kibito Kai nodded in agreement:

"You're right."

"As soon as Gohan transforms into a Super Saiyan, the fight will be over in an instant."

Everyone in the Universe 7 stands watched the match with smiles on their faces. Not one of them seemed worried.

Bulma sipped her soda and said with a smile:

"That Gohan, he's just too kind. He's been holding back the whole time."

Piccolo crossed his arms, his eyes brimming with confidence:

"It's fine to let Frost bounce around a little longer. That way, he'll learn what real strength is."

Son Goku rubbed his hands together and said excitedly:

"Is Gohan finally going to get serious? Great! I can hardly wait!"

Lin Fan leaned back in his seat, his expression unchanged.

As far as he was concerned, the outcome of the fight had already been decided. It was just a matter of when Son Gohan chose to end it.

On the ring, Frost looked at Son Gohan, who had retreated to the edge, and smiled triumphantly.

He suddenly punched Son Gohan in the arm. The tremendous force sent him stumbling back again, until his heel was right at the edge of the ring.

"It's over, Son Gohan!"

A vicious glint flashed in Frost's eyes as a red light instantly gleamed at his fingertip.

A red beam shot from his fingertip. It was Frieza's signature move—the Death Beam!

The Death Beam shot toward Son Gohan's chest at incredible speed.

Just as everyone thought Son Gohan was about to be hit, he simply raised his right hand and slapped the beam away with the back of it.

The beam skimmed past the edge of the ring and struck the energy barrier in the distance with a tremendous boom, but it didn't hurt Son Gohan at all.

"What?"

Frost's eyes widened in disbelief.

He knew exactly how powerful the Death Beam was. Even solid metal would be pierced in an instant.

And yet Son Gohan had blocked it so easily?

"Impossible!"

Frost roared and charged at Son Gohan again while he was still at the edge of the ring.

"I've already won this match!"

His fist surged with tremendous power as he swung it at Son Gohan's face, hoping to knock him off the ring with a single blow.

Just as Frost's fist was about to hit Son Gohan, Son Gohan suddenly stopped retreating.

He clenched both fists and shouted:

"That's enough!"

As his words fell, golden-yellow flames of energy erupted from within him, enveloping his entire body.

His powerful aura spread like a tsunami, stopping Frost's fist in midair. It couldn't advance another inch.

"Wh-what is this power?"

Feeling the terrifying aura radiating from Son Gohan, Frost was filled with fear.

He felt as if he were facing an insurmountable mountain—small and powerless.

The aura around Son Gohan continued to rise. The golden light grew brighter and brighter, and faint arcs of electricity began to flicker through it.

He roared again, and his power surged.

"Argh!"

The force of that powerful aura sent Frost staggering backward. His steps faltered, and he nearly fell to the ground.

He poured every ounce of strength into releasing his own aura, trying to resist Son Gohan's pressure, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. It made no difference at all.

Everyone in the Universe 6 stands was so stunned by Son Gohan's transformation that they couldn't speak.

The smile froze on Champa's face. He didn't even notice when the chicken leg slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

His eyes widened as he stared at Son Gohan on the ring and muttered:

"Wh-what is that?"

"Golden hair? A golden aura?"

The three Supreme Kais of Universe 6 were stunned as well, their faces full of disbelief.

They had never seen a form like this before, let alone felt such an overwhelming aura.

Only Hit remained with his eyes closed, leaning back in his seat as he rested.

The power Son Gohan had displayed was considerably greater than before, but it still wasn't enough to draw his attention.

Champa abruptly turned to Cabba beside him, grabbed his arm, and asked urgently:

"Cabba! What's going on?"

"Can Saiyans transform into something like this?"

As he spoke, he pointed at Son Gohan on the ring, his voice full of bewilderment:

"When I was in Beerus's God of Destruction Realm, I never saw Son Gohan use an ability like this!"

Cabba shook his head, stunned, cold sweat beading on his forehead:

"I don't know, Lord Champa."

"I've never heard of this transformation, and I've never seen one like it."

He stared intently at the golden-yellow aura surrounding Son Gohan and the flickering arcs of electricity. His heart pounded uncontrollably.

This power was simply too immense, far beyond anything he could comprehend.

"What incredible power!"

Caulifla excitedly rose from her seat, her eyes gleaming.

"This transformation is so cool!"

"I can feel the incredible power within it. It's a little like the power inside Kale!"

She clenched her fists, her eyes full of yearning:

"I've got to master this transformation!"

"With this power, I can become the strongest Saiyan!"

Watching Son Gohan's unshakable figure on the ring, Cabba felt a spark of longing rise within him too.

"This transformation... must be difficult to master, right?"

He muttered to himself, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

But then his gaze grew resolute:

"If it's possible, I want to master this power too."

"As long as I can become stronger, I'm willing to try, no matter how difficult it is!"

On the ring, Son Gohan, in his Super Saiyan form, held Frost firmly under his suppression.

Under the pressure of his aura, even moving had become extremely difficult for Frost.