The Tables Turn! Gohan Is Sabotaged

"Damn it! I celebrated too soon!"

He slapped the table in frustration, making the delicious food in front of him wobble. A red bean paste dorayaki rolled onto the floor.

Seeing this, Beerus immediately leaned over, his face wearing an undisguised, mocking grin:

"Hahaha! Champa, weren't you acting pretty cocky just now?"

"Scared now? Let me tell you, transforming into a Super Saiyan can multiply your strength dozens of times!"

He waved the hamburger in his hand and said smugly:

"With the fighters you picked, beating me? You're dreaming!"

"Shut up, Beerus!"

Champa glared at him, anxious and furious, but unable to find anything to say in response.

He abruptly turned toward the ring and shouted at Frost:

"Frost! Show him more of your power! Don't embarrass me!"

At Champa's shout, a flicker of hesitation crossed Frost's face.

But as he looked at Son Gohan, who was radiating golden energy, he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.

Frost clenched his fists, and the purple aura around him erupted with several times its former intensity.

"Vmmm—"

A purple sphere of energy enveloped him, its light growing brighter and brighter.

As the energy surged, Frost's body began to shrink, until he finally transformed into a small final form, just like Frieza's.

In this form, his energy became more concentrated—and far more terrifying.

Watching Frost's final form, Son Goku remained calm and said to Vegeta beside him:

"Even transforming into that form won't help him."

"The match is already decided. Gohan's going to win."

Vegeta gave a cold snort, conceding the point:

"Hmph. At least he has enough sense to use his full power."

In the ring, Frost felt the surging power within him and explained to Son Gohan:

"I rarely use this form."

"My power is too difficult to control. I once accidentally killed a villain who didn't need to be executed."

His gaze grew resolute:

"But I can feel how strong you are. I believe you can withstand my full power!"

Son Gohan assumed a fighting stance, his gaze sharp as a blade:

"Then come at me. I'll end this fight with my strongest power!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, Frost moved!

His body became a streak of purple lightning, wrapped in a dense purple aura as he charged at Son Gohan with all his might.

His fist gathered all his strength and slammed toward Son Gohan's chest with a howl that tore through the air.

"Too slow."

Son Gohan shook his head slightly. Facing the seemingly swift attack, he simply reached out one hand.

With a sharp smack, Son Gohan caught Frost's fist effortlessly in one hand.

The purple aura vanished instantly. Frost froze in place, his pupils trembling violently.

He could clearly feel Son Gohan's palm clamped around his fist like an iron vise. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break free.

"H-How is this possible?"

Frost stared in disbelief. "You're actually this strong?"

Son Gohan looked at him and said softly:

"I'm sorry."

Those three words made Frost break into a cold sweat, his sixth sense screaming a warning.

He tried to retreat, to dodge, but found himself completely pinned in place, unable to move.

"Thud!"

Son Gohan's other fist slammed into Frost's face.

Frost's face was instantly deformed by the blow, and his body flew toward the edge of the ring like a kite with its string cut.

With a thump, he landed right on the edge of the ring, half his body dangling over the side while the other half remained on the platform. He hadn't fallen off.

"Way to go, Gohan!"

The Universe 7 stands erupted. Piccolo was the first to stand up and shout.

Krillin waved his arms and said excitedly:

"That was incredible! What a punch!"

Bulma clapped, her face full of pride:

"Gohan has improved so much! He can use the power of Super Saiyan 2 perfectly now!"

Son Goku nodded with a smile:

"Yeah. At this rate, Gohan will soon be back at his peak—and might even surpass it!"

Lin Fan leaned back in his seat and nodded slightly.

Son Gohan's growth had indeed exceeded expectations. Beerus's guidance had clearly paid off.

Watching Frost struggle on the ring, Champa was so anxious he could barely sit still. He'd even forgotten to eat the food in his hands.

"Frost! Get up!"

He shouted toward the ring. "Stop playing dead! Hurry up and knock him off!"

Frost spat out a mouthful of blood. Blood stained the corner of his mouth, but there wasn't a hint of retreat in his eyes.

Gritting his teeth, he struggled to his feet, wiped the blood from his mouth, and charged at Son Gohan again.

Son Gohan looked at him, a trace of pity appearing on his face.

Though Frost looked just like Frieza, he was much kinder by nature—more like a "good person."

He dodged Frost's punch and tried to persuade him:

"Frost, you've already lost. There's no need to keep going. Just give up."

"I can't give up!"

Frost roared and threw another punch. "For Universe 6, for Lord Champa, I have to win!"

Son Gohan sighed helplessly and reached out to catch his fist again.

But just then, he suddenly felt a slight sting in his fingertips.

"Hm?"

Son Gohan frowned. Before he could react, a powerful wave of dizziness swept over him. He immediately lost his balance, swaying and nearly falling over.

"Gohan! What's wrong?"

Piccolo was the first to notice something was off. His expression instantly turned grave.

Beerus also lost his smile and furrowed his brows:

"Something's wrong. Gohan isn't right!"

Everyone from Universe 7 looked confused, unable to understand why Son Gohan had suddenly become like this.

Champa immediately saw that something was wrong with Son Gohan, and a smug smile spread across his face:

"Hahaha! Excellent! Frost, now's your chance!"

He shouted toward the ring:

"Knock him off! Hurry!"

Looking at the unsteady Son Gohan, Frost's eyes flashed with conflicting emotions, but they soon gave way to determination.

He said to Son Gohan:

"I'm sorry. I have to do this."

As soon as he finished speaking, Frost yanked his fist free, then put all his strength into a heavy kick that struck Son Gohan squarely in the chest.

"Thud!"

Son Gohan couldn't fight back at all. His body flew out of the ring as though struck by a cannonball.

"No!"

Son Goku and the others cried out. They wanted to rush over and help, but it was already too late.

With a heavy thump, Son Gohan crashed onto the ground outside the ring. His golden aura vanished, and he returned to his normal state.

The referee promptly announced:

"Son Gohan of Universe 7 has fallen out of the ring!"

"In the first match, Frost of Universe 6 wins!"