I Concede

Anat, the Supreme Kai of Universe 1, gave a soft cough, feeling as if he had been slapped in the face. He had not expected this fighter from Universe 7 to be someone with real strength.

Champa of Universe 6 looked coldly at the unconscious Frost and lightly spat out two words.

"Trash."

On the arena...

Frieza narrowed his eyes and cursed inwardly. What an idiot.

He had made contact with Frost again earlier. Though their conversation had not been particularly friendly, he had persuaded him to ambush Luo Chuan by telling him how to train into a golden form. He just had not expected him to be this useless.

"Looks like I'll have to wait until next time. Wild monkey, the humiliation you gave me—I'll pay it back sooner or later." His figure flickered and vanished.

In another part of the field, Son Gohan was locked in a fierce clash with Duwa, a fighter from Universe 5.

A string of deafening impacts rang out as the two had already exchanged several punches. Every blow carried tremendous power, making it seem as if even the air around them was being torn apart.

However, after that fierce exchange, it was obvious Duwa was gradually falling at a disadvantage. He retreated again and again, only barely managing to steady himself, but at that moment, a numbing sensation spread through both his hands, almost robbing them of feeling.

Duwa thought to himself, If this keeps up, I definitely won't be his match.

So he made a snap decision to switch targets and look for someone else to fight.

Just as Duwa turned to leave, a dazzling energy wave suddenly came racing over and struck him squarely in the back. The powerful impact instantly blasted his entire body away.

With a thunderous crash, Duwa smashed through several huge chunks of rock created by the fighting.

Under his impact, the rocks shattered into countless fragments that sprayed in every direction. Only when he was nearly a hundred meters from the edge of the arena did Duwa finally manage to stop his momentum, crashing heavily to the ground.

Son Gohan stared in surprise toward the spreading cloud of smoke.

A tall man slowly walked out from within it. He wore a beige martial arts uniform, which made him look especially striking; by sight, he seemed to be around one meter ninety tall, giving off a powerful sense of pressure. Most eye-catching of all was his unique Mohican hairstyle, brimming with personality.

"Mm, looks like the power of that attack was still just a little lacking," the man said to himself, frowning slightly.

Then he raised his head and turned his gaze toward Son Gohan. In that instant, their eyes met in midair, as if invisible sparks had collided.

"Huh!" With a soft exclamation, Klima's previously calm eyes instantly burst with light. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, drawing into an ecstatic smile.

I truly didn't expect to encounter someone here today whose strength rivals mine and whose potential is unfathomable. No wonder Father often warned me: "There is always a sky beyond the sky, and people beyond people." I must never grow proud and complacent because of some temporary achievement, he thought to himself.

"Hey! I think you're exceptionally skilled—very impressive. Come, come, hurry up and have a great fight with me!" Before Gohan could respond, Klima could no longer suppress the restlessness in his heart and launched the first attack.

He stomped both feet hard against the ground with a bang, and his entire body shot rapidly toward Son Gohan. His casserole-sized fist clenched tight, whistling through the air and kicking up wild gusts, as if it contained the force of ten thousand catties, smashing toward Son Gohan.

Facing such a ferocious attack, Son Gohan's expression did not change, and his heart did not race. He appeared unusually calm and composed.

At the instant Klima's fist was about to hit him, his figure shifted lightly, like a ghost, nimbly sidestepping that thunderous punch.

However, Klima's reaction was also extremely fast. After his strike missed, he did not panic. He spun around in a graceful turn, his right leg sweeping out like a whirlwind. The fierce wind from his kick scraped the surrounding air with a "woo-woo" sound, clearly showing its astonishing power as it aimed straight for Son Gohan's vulnerable waist.

Seeing this, Son Gohan crossed both hands over his waist with lightning speed, forcibly blocking that heavy sweeping kick.

"Hmph, is that all you've got?" Klima sneered.

His figure flashed as he quickly opened some distance from his opponent, as if deliberately creating a sense of pressure.

Klima took a deep breath, shut his eyes tight, and focused on mobilizing the long-hidden aura within his body. A vast, mighty current of air erupted from his dantian like a volcano, surging out and rushing along his meridians to every corner of his body.

A layer of dim gray aura rose from his body, burning endlessly like raging flames and completely enveloping him.

The next moment, Klima's gaze blazed like torches, locking firmly onto Gohan not far ahead. The muscles in his legs suddenly tensed, and then he stomped viciously against the ground. With a sharp crack, two deep footprints were stamped into the hard arena floor.

Klima charged toward Gohan again, so fast that his figure was almost impossible to see; only a blurred streak of light could be seen flashing past.

In the blink of an eye, Klima had already rushed up in front of Gohan.

At that moment, his right hand was clenched tightly into a fist. Blue veins bulged across it, and his knuckles had turned white; clearly, he had already used his full strength. Moreover, as he moved, the gray aura that had originally surrounded his body gathered onto his right fist, making this punch look astonishingly powerful and unstoppable.

Facing such a fierce blow, Gohan did not dare be careless in the slightest.

He hurriedly raised both arms, trying to block this thunderous punch. When Klima's fist collided with Gohan's arms, it let out an explosive boom like a clap of thunder on flat ground.

Immediately afterward, a violent energy fluctuation swept out in all directions with the two of them at its center. Wherever it passed, the air seemed to be torn into pieces, forming visible shockwaves.

The small stones that had been scattered across the arena were hit by this powerful blast of air and directly blown to dust, turning into countless tiny chips of rock that filled the sky.

Son Gohan felt an overwhelming force like mountains collapsing and seas overturning surge madly into his body through his arms, and his body slid backward uncontrollably.

Gohan's feet scraped rapidly across the arena floor, forcibly plowing out two trenches tens of thousands of meters long and several feet deep, sending dust billowing into the air.

Klima gave Son Gohan no chance to catch his breath. Taking advantage of his unsteady footing, he closed in again, his fists and feet raining down on Son Gohan. Under that storm-like assault, Son Gohan gave a low shout and transformed into his Mystic Form.

The white aura around him surged, and his speed and strength rose to a whole new level.

A sharp gleam flashed in Son Gohan's eyes as he grabbed his opponent's hands, swung him up, and smashed him viciously into the ground.

Boom! A huge pit was smashed into the ground, and Klima crawled out of it in a sorry state.

"Haha, you really are amazing. Not only is your potential higher than mine, your strength is greater too. You're one step above me."

Klima laughed loudly.

Son Gohan said nothing, because he felt the other man still had more to say. Sure enough, his next words made him freeze.

"I admit defeat!"

With that, he flew out of the arena on his own.

Gohan looked toward the audience stands and discovered that this person was a fighter from Universe 12.

"What a strange person."

Son Gohan scratched his head, unable to understand what that fighter had been thinking.