Reversal! Gohan's Ambush

"Damn it! I celebrated too early!"

He slapped the table in frustration, causing the gourmet food before him to wobble and a red bean dorayaki to roll onto the floor.

Seeing this, Beerus immediately leaned in, a mask of undisguised mockery plastered across his face:

"Hahaha! Champa, weren't you acting so arrogant just a moment ago?"

"Scared now? Let me tell you, a Super Saiyan transformation can boost power by dozens of times!"

He waved the burger in his hand and said smugly:

"With the fighters you've chosen, thinking you can beat me? That's nothing but a pipe dream!"

"Shut up, Beerus!"

Champa glared at him, feeling anxious and furious, yet unable to find a retort.

He whipped his head toward the ring and bellowed at Frost:

"Frost! Bring out your greater power! Don't you dare embarrass me!"

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

But looking at Son Gohan, who was radiating a golden aura, he knew he could no longer hold back.

Frost clenched his fists, and the purple aura around his body erupted violently, becoming several times more intense than before.

"Wum—"

A sphere of purple energy enveloped his body, the light growing increasingly blinding.

As the energy surged, Frost's physique began to shrink, eventually settling into the same compact final form as Frieza.

In this state, his ki became far more refined and terrifying.

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

"Even transforming into this state is useless."

"The outcome is already decided; Gohan is certain to win."

Vegeta let out a cold snort, tacitly agreeing with Son Goku's assessment:

"Hmph, at least he has some self-awareness, knowing he needs to use his full power."

On the ring, Frost felt the surging power within his body and explained to Son Gohan:

"I rarely use this form."

"Because the power is too difficult to control, I have accidentally killed people who didn't need to be executed in the past."

His gaze turned resolute:

"But I can sense your strength; I trust you can withstand my full power!"

Son Gohan assumed a fighting stance, his eyes sharp as blades:

"Then come! I will use my greatest power to end this fight!"

No sooner had the words left his lips than Frost moved!

His body transformed into a streak of purple lightning, trailing a dense purple aura as he charged at Son Gohan with everything he had.

His fist, concentrated with all his might, whistled through the air as it smashed toward Son Gohan's chest.

"Too slow."

Son Gohan shook his head lightly; facing this seemingly ferocious attack, he simply extended one hand.

With a crisp "snap," Son Gohan caught Frost's fist with a single hand effortlessly.

The purple aura dissipated instantly, and Frost's body froze in place, his pupils trembling violently.

He could clearly feel that Son Gohan's palm was like an iron vice, clamping down on his fist so tightly that no matter how much force he exerted, he couldn't break free.

"This... how is this possible?"

Frost's face was filled with disbelief. "Your strength... has it really reached this level?"

Son Gohan looked at him and said softly:

"My apologies."

Those three words alone made cold sweat pour down Frost's back as his sixth sense screamed a frantic warning.

He tried to retreat, tried to dodge, only to find his body completely locked down, unable to move an inch.

"Bang!"

With a dull thud, Son Gohan's other fist slammed hard into Frost's face.

Frost's face distorted instantly, and his body flew toward the edge of the ring like a kite with a broken string.

With a "thump," he landed right on the edge of the ring, half his body hanging over the void while the other half remained on the stage, not yet out.

"Well done, Gohan!"

The Universe 7 spectator stands erupted instantly, with Piccolo being the first to stand up and cheer.

Krillin waved his arms, saying excitedly:

"That was amazing! That punch was so cool!"

Bulma clapped her hands, her face full of pride:

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

Son Goku nodded with a smile:

"Indeed. At this rate, Gohan will soon return to his peak, or perhaps even become stronger!"

Lin Fan leaned back in his seat and nodded slightly.

Son Gohan's growth rate had indeed exceeded expectations; the guidance from Beerus was showing significant results.

Champa watched Frost struggling on the ring, scratching his head in anxiety, not even caring about the delicacies in his hands.

"Frost! Get up quickly!"

He shouted at the ring, "Stop playing dead! Hurry up and knock him out!"

Frost spat out a mouthful of blood, his lips stained crimson, yet there was not a hint of retreat in his eyes.

He gritted his teeth, climbed to his feet, wiped the blood from his mouth, and charged toward Son Gohan once more.

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

Although the Frost before him looked identical to Frieza, his personality was much kinder, more like a "good person."

He dodged Frost's punch and advised:

"Frost, you've already lost. There's no need to keep going; just concede."

"I cannot concede!"

Frost roared, throwing another punch, "For Universe 6, for Lord Champa, I must win!"

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

But just then, he suddenly felt a slight stinging sensation at his fingertips.

"Hm?"

Son Gohan frowned, and before he could react, a wave of intense dizziness washed over him, causing his body to sway unsteadily as he nearly collapsed.

"Gohan! What's wrong?"

Piccolo was the first to notice something was off, his expression turning grave in an instant.

Beerus also dropped his smile, his brows locked in a tight furrow:

"Something is wrong. Gohan's condition is off!"

The members of Universe 7 were all filled with confusion, unable to understand why Son Gohan had suddenly ended up like this.

Champa spotted Son Gohan's abnormality at a glance, and a triumphant smile immediately appeared on his face:

"Hahaha! Excellent! Frost, take the chance now!"

He shouted at the ring:

"Knock him out of the ring! Hurry!"

Frost looked at the teetering Son Gohan, a flicker of complexity crossing his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination.

He said to Son Gohan:

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

As the words fell, Frost violently pulled back his fist and then, using all his strength, delivered a heavy kick squarely into Son Gohan's chest.

"Bang!"

Son Gohan had no power to resist; his body flew toward the edge of the ring as if struck by a cannonball.

"No!"

Son Goku and the others cried out, wanting to rush forward to help, but it was already too late.

With a heavy thud, Son Gohan landed hard on the ground outside the ring, his golden aura dissipating instantly as he returned to his base form.

The referee's voice rang out promptly:

"Son Gohan of Universe 7, knocked out of the ring!"

"The first match, Frost of Universe 6 wins!"