Frieza

"Whoosh!"

As Frieza spoke, golden light emanated from his body, and his form rapidly transformed.

An endless stream of energy surged from Frieza's body.

A vast aura spread outwards from Frieza's center.

When you look again, Frieza has turned golden.

"Hehehe, how about this change? Following the current popular terminology, you can call me Golden Frieza." Frieza grinned broadly.

Master Roshi was stunned when he saw the half-eaten watermelon.

Such a powerful aura filled Master Roshi with an unprecedented fear.

Jaco's eyes widened as well.

Why do you have a color-changing feature?

Tien Shinhan was sweating profusely.

What a terrifying fellow.

It's not just a simple change of color.

"Oh? He's transformed." Vados mused. "This guy's not simple; he's far superior to Frost from our universe."

"Not your universe, but the Universe 6," Indra corrected.

Vados glanced at Indra.

I just misspoke; it's just a habit of addressing you that way. You don't need to correct me.

"What? Want to go back?" Indra smiled.

"Hmph, trying to shake me off? No way!" Vados pouted and snorted.

"Actually, I only need Marcarita," Indra said.

"I won't leave! Forget about it!" Vados snorted.

Frieza silently glanced in their direction.

Frieza felt as if he had been hit with a critical strike.

I was completely ignored!

Did you guys see me transform?

My transformation is really popular, you know?

At least give me a second glance.

Frieza was furious and fuming.

"What? He transformed again?" Son Gohan's face changed color.

"Kid, your good days are over." Frieza sneered, narrowing his eyes as he looked at Son Gohan.

Son Gohan immediately felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

"You hit me really hard just now!" Frieza's eyes flashed with murderous intent.

"Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, Frieza punched Son Gohan.

Son Gohan hurriedly swung his arm to block.

"Snap!"

A sound of bones breaking rang out.

"Ah"

Son Gohan let out a scream; his arm was twisted and deformed.

"Oh no! Gohan's arm is broken!" Tien Shinhan exclaimed.

"This is bad!" Master Roshi's expression changed drastically, and he couldn't finish the remaining half of the watermelon.

Jaco's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Bang!"

Frieza let out a cold laugh and kicked Son Gohan in the chest.

Son Gohan's face convulsed, and his body flew backward.

"Boom!"

Son Gohan crashed into a large rock behind him.

The large rock shattered into pieces on the spot.

"Puff"

Son Gohan coughed up blood, his body went limp, and he knelt on one knee, his right hand firmly supporting him on the ground.

"Kid, you've got pretty good patience." Frieza walked towards Son Gohan step by step, looking at him with a smile.

Son Gohan forced himself to keep from making a sound.

However, the pain in his arm caused Son Gohan to break out in a cold sweat.

"Bang!"

Frieza launched a flying kick and landed it on Son Gohan.

Son Gohan's body soared high into the air.

"Boom!"

Son Gohan landed on the ground, his expression already beginning to daze.

"Hmph, utterly pathetic." Frieza grinned, turning to look at Indra with a provocative expression.

"It seems that even with Son Gohan's strength, it will be somewhat difficult for him to deal with Frieza in his current state," Vados said.

"Contact Whis and ask Goku and Vegeta to come back," Indra urged.

Chapter 236: Frieza

"Okay." Vados nodded gently and activated the scepter's communication function.

"Whoosh!"

Indra wasn't idle either; with a gentle wave of his hand, he wiped out Son Gohan.

In a flash, Son Gohan appeared swiftly above the Kami's Lookout.

"Gohan!" Piccolo, who had already been healed by Dende, was shocked to see Gohan suddenly appear.

"Gohan, brother!" Dende rushed over and released healing energy.

"Even Gohan isn't a match for Frieza?" Krillin exclaimed.

"So, we can only rely on Son Heung-min or Vegeta." Piccolo's face was covered in sweat.

While they were talking, Son Gohan's injuries had already been healed.

"Call"

Son Gohan stood up and exhaled a deep breath.

"Damn it! I can't beat that guy!" Son Gohan a deep voice.

"The only way now is to figure out how to contact Sun Wukong and Vegeta," Piccolo said thoughtfully.

"I heard they went to train with Whis, is that true?" Krillin asked.

"It's true, we can't go to that place, and there's no phone signal," Son Gohan replied.

"Whoosh!"

As they were talking, Son Gohan, Piccolo, and Krillin suddenly vanished.

Dende was startled.

In an instant, Indra restored the three of them to his side.

"Come on, come sit down and have some watermelon." Indra waved to Piccolo and the other two.

Piccolo: ""

Son Gohan: ""

Krillin: ""

The three of them looked at each other.

Then, the three of them saw a bench next to Indra, and in front of the bench was a tea table with a fruit plate on it.

On the other hand, opposite Indra was Frieza, dressed in golden robes.

In addition, Vados was also talking to Whis while holding the scepter.

"What? He's recovered?" Frieza was shocked and furious when he saw Son Gohan, who had fully recovered.

"Whoosh!"

Indra waved his hand lightly.

Instantly, a hemispherical protective shield appeared centered on Indra.

The protective shield enveloped Piccolo, Son Gohan, and everyone else present.

Frieza was the only one left outside.

"A protective shield?" Frieza was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter.

Indra actually released a protective shield?

So, even he's afraid of his own Golden Mode?

Yes, that must be it!

Now's the time to kill him!

"Indra, you're dead today!" Frieza flew towards Indra at top speed.

"Boom!"

Immediately afterwards, Frieza's fist slammed heavily into the protective shield.

The protective shield vibrated.

"Indra, do you think you can escape this calamity just because you released a protective shield?" Frieza laughed wildly, intensifying his attack.

For a moment, the protective shield looked precarious, as if it could break at any moment.

"Oh no! The shield is about to shatter!" Krillin exclaimed.

"I'll stop him." Son Gohan gritted his teeth, unleashing his Mystic Form, ready to fight Frieza once more.

"Don't worry, Indra deliberately set up a relatively weak protective shield," Marcarita sighed softly.

You're all overthinking it.

How could this guy possibly break Indra's protective shield?

Indra deliberately made the protective shield weak.

"Really?" Krillin asked quickly.

"Marcarita, you really know me." Indra smiled and nodded gently.

"Why not use a high-defense protective shield?" Krillin asked, puzzled.

"Indra probably feels that this kind of perfectly defensive shield is what makes Frieza feel a sense of accomplishment when he fights against it," Vados sighed slightly.

Krillin: ""

Piccolo: ""