Frost

Universe 6, Planet Sadala, Royal Capital.

Sun Wumian eventually agreed to participate in the King of Sadala's martial arts tournament. He felt quite helpless; he didn't want to experience the feeling of Caulifla choking him ever again.

"Tell me, why do I have to participate?" Sun Wumian asked, looking at Cabba.

"I heard that powerful warriors from across the universe will be attending. I don't want anyone other than our warrior race, the Saiyans, to emerge victorious. Since you are also a Saiyan, Sun Wumian, one more person means one more source of strength," Cabba said earnestly.

"But, even though my combat power has increased, I doubt I can beat you, Cabba."

He knew that Cabba's strength was certainly more than what appeared on the surface.

"Mr. Sun Wumian, there is no need to be humble. To increase your strength more than tenfold in such a short time—you are definitely a genius the likes of which I have never seen."

So, you've even noticed that, Sun Wumian thought. It seems I haven't hidden my strength well enough.

"Everyone can rest at our military barracks tonight. Tomorrow morning, I will take you to the palace to attend the King of Sadala's banquet," Cabba continued.

The next day, morning.

"Alright, everyone is here. Let's get in the car and go." Cabba, having produced a vehicle from somewhere, said to Sun Wumian, Caulifla, and Kale.

"Hey, Cabba, didn't you say flying wasn't allowed in the Royal Capital? What's up with those people?" Caulifla suddenly pointed at several figures flying through the air.

"What?" Cabba looked up. "It's Frost. Great, he's finally here."

The Frieza of Universe 6? No, he should be called Frost. Why is he appearing here? Sun Wumian wondered. Right, he and Cabba seem to be comrades-in-arms.

Soon, Frost landed in front of Sun Wumian and the others with a few people in tow.

"Mr. Cabba, I apologize. We were still in a conflict zone when we received your invitation, so we are late."

"It's fine, we're still on time. Who are those people behind you?" Cabba waved his hand and asked.

Ta-ta-ta...

"Recoome!"

"Pat!"

"Jeice!"

"Guldo!"

"Ginyu!"

"All gathered together."

"Ginyu Force!"

Frost: "..."

Cabba, Caulifla, and the others: "..."

Sun Wumian truly understood what a cringeworthy dance was; they were the absolute champions of eccentricity.

"Ahem, they are the ones representing me in today's martial arts tournament hosted by the King of Sadala."

"I see. I had no idea you had such powerful subordinates," Cabba said. "Without further ado, let's hurry and get going."

"Mr. Cabba, you flatter me. Their strength doesn't compare to yours."

Tsk tsk tsk, he really is a wolf in sheep's clothing. He acts polite and gentlemanly on the surface, but I'll have to find a chance to expose his true colors, Sun Wumian thought, casting a look of disdain at Frost.

"And who are these people? May I ask?" Frost seemed to notice Sun Wumian's contempt and asked.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce you. This is Mr. Sun Wumian, a Saiyan genius who only recently appeared. He will be participating in this tournament," Cabba said, gesturing toward Sun Wumian.

"Miss Caulifla, one of the most talented female Saiyans in Sadala."

"Miss Kale, one of the rare experts among the Saiyans."

"I see. I look forward to your guidance," Frost said, flashing his signature smile.

The palace of the King of Sadala, while not as exquisite as the palaces Sun Wumian had seen on Earth in Universe 7, possessed a rugged beauty. Furthermore, the entire palace was larger than a small city.

"Ah, Mr. Cabba and Mr. Frost, you've arrived. The luncheon is about to begin; please follow me."

With people coming and going, the scene was incredibly lively, much like the imperial banquets Sun Wumian had imagined from ancient times.

Following a female Saiyan who appeared to be a receptionist, the four of them arrived at a private room.

"Oh? How sumptuous! Don't mind if I do." Caulifla's appetite was piqued, and forgetting her image, she sat down and began to eat immediately.

"We shouldn't stand on ceremony either," Cabba said, sitting down to enjoy the feast.

Even for a royal banquet, the taste is just average. The ingredients are about the same, so why is the gap so large? I still miss the food on Earth. Oh well, I'll just force myself to fill my stomach, Sun Wumian thought while eating.

Two hours of Sadala time later, the luncheon ended, and the highly anticipated martial arts tournament was about to begin.

Inside the palace, a massive arena had already gathered tens of thousands of people.

Even having experienced the World Martial Arts Tournament, Sun Wumian was still a bit surprised.

"Hey, why hasn't your King appeared yet?" Sun Wumian wanted to see this King of Sadala for himself—to see what kind of charm he possessed to attract so many people—so he asked Cabba.

"The King is busy with a myriad of affairs; he will naturally appear when the time is right."

After a while, a man resembling a host stepped onto the ring with a microphone to announce the start of the tournament and introduce the rules.

The rules were similar to the World Martial Arts Tournament: surrendering or falling out of bounds resulted in a loss, and the use of weapons, stimulants, or killing was strictly prohibited, with a few additional conditions.

Women and genderless beings (such as Namekians) were forbidden from participating, and there was an age limit of 16 to 30 years old.

"Now, will the 16 contestants who have qualified or received invitations please come to the stage to draw lots."

"Let's go up," Cabba said, leaping onto the ring. Sun Wumian hesitated for a moment before jumping up as well.

He had already made up his mind; he had just acquired powerful combat strength and needed battles to consolidate it. As for the final victory, he had no interest in it at all. He didn't want to be some live-in son-in-law, so he would just lose to Cabba or someone other than Frost when the time came.

According to the combat power data he obtained through his scouter, it was highly likely that the final showdown would be between him and Cabba.

Among the 16 people, the Sadala Army accounted for 8, plus Cabba and Sun Wumian, then the 5 members of the Ginyu Force, and finally one strange Saiyan.

It was hard to say whether Sun Wumian was lucky or unlucky, but he drew number 1, making him the first to compete, and his opponent was Recoome of the Ginyu Force.

Frost's so-called maintenance of universal peace was actually about inciting wars and then stepping in to quell them, buying up land devastated by war at a low price, and then making a fortune by redeveloping and revitalizing it. As his capable warrior, Recoome must have been involved in such dirty business quite often.

Since that was the case, there was no need to hold back; he would at least beat him half to death, Sun Wumian thought.

Following the host's signal, the match began.

"Ginyu! Force! Reco..."

Sun Wumian didn't wait for him to strike a ridiculous pose; he flew up and kicked him away, then followed him into mid-air, slamming both feet into Recoome to drive him down toward the ring below.

Bang! A massive crater was smashed into the ground.