Golden Aura! The Suppression of a Super Saiyan

Son Gohan was pushed to the edge of the ring by Frost, and one more step back would see him fall out of bounds.

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

"Frost! Keep it up!"

"Knock him out of the ring in one go and secure the first victory!"

Greed flickered in his eyes as he began to fantasize about obtaining the Earth Food Star:

"Hahaha! Once I win this match, Earth will be mine!"

"When that time comes, I'll move all those delicacies to Universe 6 and eat until I'm stuffed every single day!"

"Hmph, what a massive joke."

Old Kai's voice rang out, laced with deep disdain.

He leaned back in his chair, swinging his legs as he remarked:

"You think you can defeat Gohan with just that level of ability?"

"Are you all blind? Can't you see that Gohan has only been in his base form this entire time?"

"He hasn't even transformed into a Super Saiyan yet. Can you gods of Universe 6 really not see the gap in strength between the two?"

Kibito Kai hurriedly leaned toward Old Kai's ear and whispered a reminder:

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

"If Lord Champa hears you, he's bound to cause trouble."

Old Kai finally realized his mistake and quickly made a "shush" gesture toward Kibito Kai.

He snuck a glance at the Universe 6 spectator stands and, seeing that both Champa and Fuwa were focused intently on the ring and hadn't noticed their conversation, he let out a sigh of relief.

"What's there to be afraid of? I'm only speaking the truth."

Old Kai lowered his voice, yet remained firm in his conviction:

"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, this fight will end in an instant."

In the Universe 7 spectator stands, everyone watched the match with smiles on their faces; not a single person looked flustered.

Bulma sipped her cola and said with a laugh:

"That boy Gohan is just too kind; he's been holding back the whole time."

Piccolo crossed his arms over his chest, his eyes filled with confidence:

"It's fine to let Frost hop around for a while longer, just so he learns what true strength is."

Son Goku rubbed his hands together, saying excitedly:

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

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

To him, the outcome of this battle had been set in stone long ago; it was merely a matter of when Son Gohan decided to end it.

On the ring, Frost looked at Son Gohan, who had retreated to the edge, and a smug smile appeared on his face.

He threw a fierce punch into Son Gohan's arm, the immense force driving Son Gohan back once more until his heels were treading on the very edge of the ring.

"It's over, Son Gohan!"

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Frost's eyes as a red light ignited at his fingertip.

A red beam shot out from his finger—it was Frieza's signature technique: the Death Beam!

The Death Beam traveled at blinding speed, hurtling toward Son Gohan's chest.

Just as everyone thought Son Gohan was about to be struck, he simply raised his right hand and swatted the beam away with a backhand slap.

The beam grazed the edge of the ring and struck the energy barrier in the distance with a loud "bang," yet it failed to inflict any damage on Son Gohan whatsoever.

"What?"

Frost's eyes widened in utter disbelief.

He knew the power of the Death Beam all too well; even the hardest metal would be pierced through in an instant.

Yet, Son Gohan had blocked it with such ease?

"Impossible!"

Frost let out a roar and, taking advantage of Son Gohan still being at the edge of the ring, charged at him once more.

"I'm going to win this match!"

His fist, imbued with tremendous power, swung toward Son Gohan's face, intending to knock him out of the ring with a single blow.

Just as Frost's fist was about to make contact with Son Gohan, Son Gohan suddenly stopped his retreat.

He clenched his fists tightly and roared in anger:

"Enough!"

As the words fell, a golden aura instantly erupted from his body, enveloping him completely.

The powerful energy surged outward like a tsunami, causing Frost's fist to freeze in mid-air, unable to advance even an inch.

"What... what is this power?"

Feeling the terrifying aura radiating from Son Gohan, Frost's face was filled with panic.

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

The aura around Son Gohan continued to rise, the golden light growing increasingly dazzling, even flickering with faint arcs of electricity.

He roared again, and his energy surged violently.

"Ah!"

Frost was sent stumbling backward by this powerful pressure, his footing unsteady as he nearly collapsed to the ground.

He exerted all his strength to release his own aura, attempting to resist Son Gohan's pressure, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—it had no effect whatsoever.

In the Universe 6 spectator stands, everyone was left speechless by Son Gohan's transformation.

The smile on Champa's face froze, and he didn't even notice the chicken leg in his hand fall to the ground.

He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at Son Gohan on the arena, muttering to himself:

"What... what is that?"

"Golden hair? A golden aura?"

The three Supreme Kais of Universe 6 were also stunned, their faces filled with disbelief.

They had never seen such a form, nor had they ever felt such a powerful aura.

Only Hit remained with his eyes closed, leaning back in his seat to conserve his energy.

The power Son Gohan displayed, while much stronger than before, had not yet reached a level that could capture his interest.

Champa suddenly turned to look at Cabba beside him, grabbed his arm, and asked urgently:

"Cabba! What is going on here?"

"Saiyans can transform into this?"

As he spoke, he pointed at Son Gohan on the arena, his tone full of confusion:

"When I was at Beerus's God of Destruction Realm, I never saw Son Gohan possess this ability!"

Cabba shook his head, his face full of shock as cold sweat broke out on his forehead:

"I don't know, Lord Champa."

"I have never heard of or seen this transformation before."

He stared intently at the golden aura and flickering electric arcs surrounding Son Gohan, his heart pounding uncontrollably.

This power was simply too immense, far exceeding his understanding.

"What an amazing power!"

Caulifla stood up from her seat in excitement, her eyes sparkling with thrill.

"This transformation is so interesting!"

"I can feel the super strength contained within it; it's somewhat similar to the power inside Kale!"

She clenched her fists, her eyes filled with longing:

"I must master this transformation!"

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

Watching Son Gohan's imposing figure on the arena, Cabba also felt a spark of desire in his heart.

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

He muttered to himself, his tone laced with uncertainty.

But then, his gaze became firm:

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

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

On the arena, Son Gohan, in his Super Saiyan form, was firmly suppressing Frost.

Under his pressure, it became exceptionally difficult for Frost to even move.