Gohan's Unexpected Defeat

"Won! Won! Hahaha!"

Champa leaped straight up from his seat, cheering and dancing about, his portly frame causing the chair to creak and groan.

He pointed at Beerus, grinning from ear to ear:

"Beerus! Did you see that! I won! Weren't you acting so arrogant before? You look pretty stunned now, don't you!"

This guy completely ignored the suspicious nature of Son Gohan's collapse, focusing only on celebrating his victory; he even fished a piece of chocolate out to stuff into his mouth, eating until his lips were slick with grease.

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

Her gaze swept past Frost on the ring and landed on the fallen Son Gohan; a flicker of doubt crossed her pale purple eyes as she whispered to herself:

"Something isn't right... Son Gohan's ki faded far too quickly. It doesn't look like simple physical exhaustion."

On the Universe 7 side, Whis had also sensed the anomaly long ago.

His golden eyes remained fixed on Frost's wrist, his slender fingers gently stroking his staff, yet he did not speak, choosing instead to observe in silence.

Seeing Son Gohan collapse onto the stage, Chi-Chi in the spectator stands felt her heart leap into her throat.

She could no longer sit still, screaming as she shoved past those around her, rushing toward the base of the ring regardless of the consequences:

"Gohan! My Gohan! Are you alright!"

Chi-Chi threw herself beside Son Gohan, crouching down to hold him tightly as tears streamed down her face, her voice choked with sobs:

"Gohan, wake up, please... don't scare your mother like this..."

Just then, Whis slowly raised the staff in his hand and gave it a light wave in the direction of Son Gohan.

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

The next second, Son Gohan's fingers twitched slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

He shook his head, which still felt heavy, and sat up using one hand for support. Seeing Chi-Chi holding him and crying, he quickly patted her back and said weakly:

"Mom, I'm fine, don't worry..."

Seeing that Son Gohan had woken up, Chi-Chi broke into a tearful smile, laughing and crying at the same time:

"As long as you're okay, as long as you're okay... you scared your mother to death..."

With Chi-Chi's help, Son Gohan stood up and slowly walked back to the Universe 7 spectator stands.

He kept his head low, his face full of guilt, and bowed deeply to Beerus and the others:

"I'm sorry, Lord Beerus, and everyone else... It was my own carelessness that caused me to lose the first match."

Son Goku stepped forward and patted Son Gohan on the shoulder with a grin:

"Gohan, don't blame yourself. This is fighting; accidents can happen at any time. Just be more careful next time."

As he spoke, his gaze swept toward Vegeta, who was standing to the side, feeling a bit puzzled.

Under normal circumstances, Vegeta would have been clamoring to get on the ring to settle the score by now; why was he so quiet today?

Vegeta had no interest in listening to Son Goku comfort Son Gohan. He stood there with his arms crossed, his brow furrowed so tightly a mosquito could have been crushed between them.

His mind was racing:

Something is wrong... Gohan's state just now was definitely suspicious. With his current strength, even if Frost landed a full-power blow, it would be impossible for him to lose consciousness instantly. There is definitely something fishy going on here!

After a moment of thought, Vegeta turned to look at Lin Fan, who was leaning back in his seat, and asked in a low voice:

"Lin Fan, did you see clearly just now? What exactly happened when Gohan suddenly collapsed?"

Lin Fan lifted his eyelids and pointed a finger toward Frost on the ring, his tone indifferent:

"The problem lies with Frost's wrist."

Vegeta followed Lin Fan's finger to look at Frost, his eyes instantly turning sharp.

He stared intently at Frost's wrist, and sure enough, he noticed something flash across it.

Just then, seeing that no one from Universe 7 was stepping up to the ring, Champa grew impatient.

While stuffing his face with pizza, he shouted at the top of his lungs toward Beerus:

"Beerus! What are you dawdling for! Hurry up and send the next fighter up!"

"Are you scared? If you're scared, just hand over the Gourmet Planet and we can end this match; stop wasting time!"

Champa's words buzzed like a fly, irritating Beerus to no end.

He was already in a foul mood because Son Gohan had lost the match, and now, being mocked by Champa like this, his temper flared. He whipped his head around to glare at Champa, his eyes cold:

"Shut up! You're noisy!"

Champa was startled by Beerus's glare and instinctively shrank his neck.

But he immediately regained his composure, clenching his fists and glaring back:

"Why are you glaring at me! Did I say something wrong? You lot are just scared!"

Beerus couldn't be bothered to waste any more breath on Champa. He let out a cold snort and his body flickered slightly.

The next second, he appeared out of thin air on the ring, standing directly in front of Frost.

Frost saw Beerus suddenly appear before him and shuddered in terror, instinctively taking two steps back.

The pressure of the God of Destruction descended like Mount Tai, causing cold sweat to stream down his face instantly; his body trembled uncontrollably, and even breathing became a struggle.

Frost gritted his teeth and asked with a trembling voice:

"Lord... Lord Beerus, what... what are you trying to do?"

Beerus looked at him with icy eyes, a cold sneer curling his lips as he spat out only two words:

"Shut up!"

These two words seemed to carry the weight of a thousand pounds, and Frost felt as if his throat had been fiercely gripped by an invisible hand.

Seeing this, Champa immediately leaped from his seat, pointed at Beerus on the ring, and shouted in interrogation:

"Beerus! What do you think you're doing! You aren't a contestant, so what kind of skill is it to run onto the ring and bully my people! Are you trying to break the rules of the tournament!"