As for Frost's deeds, the people of Universe 7 knew nothing about them. But just seeing Frost's disgusting face was enough to make everyone dislike him, instinctively placing him in the camp of evil.
After all, prejudice in people's hearts was like a mountain.
So when everyone saw Frost defeated, not a single person pitied him. They all cheered, applauded, and celebrated Son Gohan's victory!
Champa's side.
Vados looked at the crippled Frost and asked, "Lord Champa, how should we deal with this person?"
Champa thought for a moment and said, "Killing him outright would be letting him off too easily. Heal him, but don't restore his strength. Then throw him back into Universe 6. His enemies will naturally come looking for him."
Vados covered her mouth and chuckled. "My, Lord Champa occasionally does things befitting a God of Destruction."
"What do you mean by that? Are you mocking me?" Champa pointed at Vados and said angrily.
"No, I was praising you, Lord Champa." Vados smiled.
"So that's how it is... my ass! You were obviously mocking me!" After giving it some thought, Champa realized he had been toyed with and grew even angrier.
"Tch!"
Vados secretly clicked her tongue in annoyance, thinking, Why has this fat bastard gotten smarter lately? He's not so easy to fool anymore.
"You clicked your tongue just now, didn't you?" Champa glared fiercely at Vados and asked.
"I didn't." Vados lied without batting an eye.
"You obviously did! I heard it!" Champa shoved his face close to Vados and roared.
Vados leaned her head back slightly, her expression calm. "Lord Champa, stop making a fuss. It's time for the third match."
At those words.
Champa calmed down and coldly stared at the hunk of iron who would fight in the third match. "Hey, big