Caulifla vs. Frost

"What? Such a thing happened? Cabba, you actually took a person like this as a comrade-in-arms." Although Caulifla was a female bandit, she robbed the rich to help the poor; upon learning of the dirty deeds Frost was involved in, she was filled with righteous indignation.

She turned her gaze toward Frost: "Hey, you little shrimp over there, yes, I'm talking to you. So you're the one looking for a fight? I'll play with you."

"My lady, if you wish to spar with me, I would be happy to oblige. However, before that, I must make him pay the price." Frost pointed at Sun Wumian and said.

This Frost is truly detestable. Isn't it just that his plans were ruined? He's not straightforward at all, still putting on the act of a polite, gentlemanly "good guy." Bah, I prefer the thorough evil of someone like Frieza; that's much more satisfying.

Sun Wumian thought to himself, then retreated to Caulifla's side and whispered a few words into her ear.

"Little shrimp, if you want to find trouble with me, then follow me." Sun Wumian said, leaping into the air and flying at high speed away from the direction of the royal capital.

Now that his strength had increased, he no longer cared about the royal capital's prohibition on flying; rules were merely things set by the strong for the weak.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three more figures followed closely behind Sun Wumian's high-speed flight.

"Don't move, all of you stay here. I'll go keep an eye on them." Cabba hesitated for a moment, said this to the warriors of the Sadala Army, and followed them as well.

The air around the five figures formed a mist as they flew at high speed, and before long, they landed in an open area on a plateau of Planet Sadala.

"This place is a decent spot for a fight, though as a burial ground for you, it's a bit shabby." Frost stopped the charade and revealed his true colors.

"Cut the crap. Are we fighting or not? If not, I'm going back to wash up and sleep." Sun Wumian said bluntly.

"Do you know what I hate most? I hate it when people call me short!"

Tap!

Frost stomped his feet hard, using high-speed movement to teleport in front of his opponent, intending to strike with his shoulder.

"Ha!" Sun Wumian countered with a flying kick.

Swish! Whoosh!

The two fought from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to the mountaintop, sending rocks flying everywhere.

"Tch... boring. What's the point of all this probing? Just use your real strength and beat that little shrimp into the ground already," Caulifla cursed from afar, her teeth itching.

Up to this point, Frost was still in his first form.

Sun Wumian wasn't using his full strength either; he was searching for the feel of battle. After all, his combat power had jumped from a few thousand to 2.2 million in just a few days, and it wasn't so simple to master it all at once.

"Da-ya-ahhh!"

Just then, Sun Wumian kicked his opponent away.

Unexpectedly, his opponent used the momentum to teleport back, his tail instantly wrapping around Sun Wumian's right foot while he was still mid-air.

This wouldn't do. Sun Wumian didn't want to be countered, so he used his left foot as a pivot on the ground and spun like a top.

"What kind of move is this?" Frost was nearly dizzy and hurriedly released his tail.

"Ugh, so dizzy..." Sun Wumian himself was swaying, barely able to stand. It seemed this improvised method was a case of "inflicting eight hundred damage on the enemy while suffering one thousand yourself."

"Very well, let me let you taste the power of this move." Frost condensed his ki into his index finger and fired a rapid succession of red energy beams.

"Cheap tricks, this won't work on me." Sun Wumian dodged the Death Beams in quick succession while closing the distance, landing a punch squarely in his opponent's midsection. Frost's eyes bulged in pain, and Sun Wumian followed up with a full-power kick that sent him flying.

"Gah! Ah!"

Bang! Bang! Frost smashed through two mountains before finally coming to a stop.

"Not interesting. Hurry up and transform—turn into your final form," Sun Wumian said, watching Frost crawl out of the rubble.

"...How do you know I can transform?"

"That's something you don't need to know. But if you keep this up, be careful not to get finished off by me before you even use your full power."

"Very well, then please allow me to transform into my final form."

Hurry up, I'm waiting to sign in on you; don't waste time, Sun Wumian thought, already impatient.

"Waaaaah! Uuuuuuu! Gah-gah-gah-gah!" Frost began a roar that sounded like he was constipated, his ki growing stronger and stronger.

Finally, after a flash of intense light, Frost transformed into his Assault Form.

"Phew... sorry to keep you waiting. Let's begin the second round."

Damn it, he didn't say it was the final form? This is just the ugliest Assault Form, and his combat power is only 3 million—still not enough.

However, Sun Wumian didn't intend to keep fighting him; instead, he flew over to Caulifla.

"Big Sis, it's your turn now. You understand the method I taught you, right?"

"Tch... don't call me that, it sounds awkward." Caulifla glanced at Sun Wumian and teleported in front of Frost.

Then she spoke: "Hey, this form of yours is truly ugly. Can't be helped, I'll have to beat you up to make myself feel better."

"What did you say? You've got a big mouth. Let me see what you're capable of."

"At the very least, I'm much stronger than you." Caulifla clenched her fists and erupted with her full power.

Sun Wumian stood in the distance to watch the battle, knowing Caulifla's true strength through the system: 3.6 million combat power.

"System, with this combat power, there shouldn't be any problem transforming into a Super Saiyan, right?" He called out to the system and asked.

"Theoretically, if the talent is sufficient and the S-cells are abundant, one can transform into a Super Saiyan once their combat power reaches 2.4 million," the system's voice echoed in his mind.

"Is that so? Then, given my conditions, can I also transform into a Super Saiyan once my combat power reaches 2.4 million?"

"Given the host's current condition, your combat power must reach 4 million, and you must be in a state of rage to transform."

"What? System, that's not fair! You gave me such poor talent?"

Through the system, Sun Wumian also learned about the seventh power level in the Dragon Ball world.

Currently, his strength is in the sixth level, which consists of powerhouses comparable to Frieza: a combat power range of 530,000 to 120 million.

The seventh level: powerhouses who have reached the level of a Super Saiyan first stage, with a combat power range of 120 million to 1 billion.

On the other side, the battle between Caulifla and Frost had already begun; both were masters among masters, seasoned by countless fights.

Therefore, even though Caulifla's combat power exceeded her opponent's by 20%, she could not finish him off in an instant, only hold the upper hand.

"Go, Sis! Beat that ugly freak into the ground!" Kale, standing next to Sun Wumian, shouted from afar.

"Don't worry, Miss Caulifla is so strong, she'll defeat him soon," Cabba said.

Sun Wumian just watched in silence. He knew that Frost still had his final form transformation, and that Caulifla would also transform into a Super Saiyan when the time came.