Gohan's Unexpected Defeat

"We won! We won! Hahaha!"

Champa leaped out of his seat, cheering and waving his arms. His hefty body made the chair creak as it rocked beneath him.

He pointed at Beerus, grinning from ear to ear.

"Beerus! See that? I won! Weren't you so cocky earlier? Cat got your tongue now?"

He didn't care in the slightest that there was something suspicious about Son Gohan fainting. He only cared about celebrating his victory. He even pulled out a piece of chocolate and stuffed it into his mouth, smearing it all over his lips.

Vados, the angel of Universe 6, stood behind Champa, her delicate brows slightly furrowed.

Her gaze swept over Frost on the arena, then fell on the unconscious Son Gohan. A hint of confusion flickered in her pale violet eyes as she murmured to herself, "Something's wrong... Son Gohan's energy is fading too quickly. It doesn't seem like ordinary exhaustion."

Over on the Universe 7 side, Whis had already noticed something was amiss.

His golden eyes remained fixed on Frost's wrist. He gently rubbed his staff with his long fingers but said nothing, simply observing in silence.

In the stands, Chi-Chi's heart leaped into her throat when she saw Son Gohan collapse.

She couldn't sit still any longer. With a scream, she shoved past the people beside her and rushed toward the arena, heedless of everything else.

"Gohan! My Gohan! Are you all right?"

Chi-Chi threw herself down beside Son Gohan, crouched, and held him tightly as tears streamed down her face. Her voice choked with sobs.

"Gohan, wake up. Don't scare Mom like this..."

Just then, Whis slowly raised his staff and gave a gentle wave in Son Gohan's direction.

A faint golden light spilled from the tip of the staff, silently enveloping Son Gohan's body.

The next moment, Son Gohan's fingers twitched. Then he slowly opened his eyes.

He shook his still-heavy head and pushed himself upright with one hand. Seeing Chi-Chi crying as she held him, he quickly patted her back and said weakly, "Mom, I'm fine. Don't worry..."

When Chi-Chi saw that Son Gohan had woken up, she immediately broke into a smile through her tears.

"Thank goodness you're all right. You scared Mom half to death..."

With Chi-Chi supporting him, Son Gohan got to his feet and slowly made his way back to the Universe 7 stands.

Head bowed, his face filled with guilt, he bowed deeply to Beerus and everyone else.

"I'm sorry, Lord Beerus, and everyone... I was too careless, and that's why I lost the first match."

Son Goku stepped forward, patted Son Gohan on the shoulder, and grinned.

"Gohan, don't blame yourself. That's what fighting is like. Anything can happen. Just be more careful next time."

As he spoke, he glanced at Vegeta, feeling a little puzzled.

Normally, Vegeta would have already been shouting about getting into the ring to even the score. Why was he so quiet today?

Vegeta had no time for Son Goku's comforting words to Son Gohan. He stood there with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed so deeply it looked like he could trap a mosquito between his eyebrows.

His thoughts raced.

"Something's wrong... There was definitely something off about Gohan just now. With his current strength, even a full-force attack from Frost shouldn't have knocked him unconscious instantly. Something's going on here!"

Vegeta thought for a moment, then turned to Lin Fan, who was leaning back in his seat, and asked in a low voice, "Lin Fan, did you see what happened just now? Why did Gohan suddenly faint?"

Lin Fan raised his eyelids and pointed toward Frost on the arena, his tone calm. "The problem is with Frost's wrist."

Vegeta followed Lin Fan's gesture and looked at Frost. His gaze instantly sharpened.

He stared hard at Frost's wrist and indeed saw something there flash past.

Just then, Champa grew impatient when no one from Universe 7 came out to fight.

He took a big bite of the pizza in his hand and shouted at Beerus, "Beerus! What's taking you so long? Hurry up and send out the next fighter!"

"Are you scared? If you are, just hand over the Gourmet Planet and we can end the match right here. No point wasting time!"

Champa's words buzzed around like flies, irritating Beerus.

He was already upset that Son Gohan had lost. Now Champa's taunts pushed him over the edge. He turned and glared at Champa, his eyes cold.

"Shut up! You're annoying!"

Champa flinched at Beerus's glare and instinctively shrank his neck.

Then he came to his senses, clenched his fists, and glared back.

"What are you glaring at me for? Am I wrong? You're scared!"

Beerus couldn't be bothered to argue with Champa. He gave a cold snort and his body swayed slightly.

The next moment, he appeared out of nowhere on the arena, right in front of Frost.

Frost shuddered when he saw Beerus suddenly appear before him and instinctively took two steps back.

The God of Destruction's pressure came crashing down on him like a mountain. Frost broke out in a cold sweat, his body trembling uncontrollably, and even breathing became difficult.

Frost gritted his teeth and asked in a trembling voice, "L-Lord Beerus, what... what do you want?"

Beerus looked at him coldly, the corner of his mouth curling into a sneer. He uttered just two words.

"Shut up!"

Those two words seemed to carry the weight of a thousand pounds. Frost instantly felt an invisible hand clamp hard around his throat.

Seeing this, Champa immediately leaped out of his seat and pointed at Beerus on the arena, shouting, "Beerus! What do you think you're doing? You're not even a contestant. What kind of skill is it to go onto the arena and bully my fighter? Are you trying to break the rules of the match?"