At this moment, Frieza's golden body appeared incomparably sacred. The resplendent light pierced straight into Frost's nerves like a sharp blade. The overwhelming power radiating from this form completely shattered Frost's aura.
He was now entirely enveloped by Frieza's dominance. His eyes were now empty, devoid of the spirit he had just displayed.
In other words, he was now utterly captivated by Frieza's golden form.
Compared to Frieza's strength, his own was like an endless ocean: vast and unreachable.
He couldn't come close to it, nor could he possibly be Frieza's equal.
Frost was blasted to the ground by the violent storm of energy.
Terror spread through his eyes, and his legs trembled uncontrollably as he was dragged backwards inch by inch.
"No… no… this isn't real! How is this possible… how can there be such terrifying power?!"
"It's impossible... He just changed color..."
Frost stared at Frieza in disbelief. What he didn't know was that the last person to utter those exact words, Baby Aize, had been brutally beaten by Frieza. In Universe 6's spectator room, Champa performed a 'face-changing' act similar to those seen in Sichuan opera.
"What's going on?! Frost! You useless piece of trash! Get up right now!"
But no matter how loudly Champa roared, Frost's gaze remained empty.
"What a disgraceful fool! He's completely incapable of fighting anymore! Vados, hmph! When we get back, I'll expose everything he's done to the public!"
Champa was so furious that he didn't hesitate to kick someone while they were down.
"Lord Champa, it seems the villains in our universe aren't as good as those in Lord Beerus's universe. Even our 'bad guys' can't compare…" Vados teased.
Champa's expression darkened.
"Shut up, Vados! I won't allow you to say that! Don't speak on Beerus's behalf!"
Grinding his teeth, Champa could already picture Beerus's smug face.
And just as he had expected, Beerus in Universe 7 was unable to stop himself from grinning.
"Hahaha! That Frieza guy didn't disappoint me! It's exactly as you said!" Beerus laughed happily and patted Kaioshin Shin on the shoulder.
Kaioshin Shin had only known Beerus for three days, and this was the first time he had been in such close contact with him. But the next moment, Beerus grabbed him excitedly and started shaking him.
Feeling dizzy and disoriented, Kaioshin Shin stammered, "Lord Beerus..."
Seeing this, Old Kai reminded him, "Mind your image, Lord Beerus."
Only then did Beerus let go of Kaioshin Shin.
"Heh heh heh, Lord Beerus, that's not what you were saying earlier," Whis teased.
"Tch, Whis, mind your own business. So many interesting things have happened in our universe, and you didn't even tell me."
Whis smiled again. "Isn't that because you were asleep, Lord Beerus? The moment you woke up, you said you wanted to go to Earth to find the Super Saiyan God."
"And besides, you never asked, did you?"
Beerus was in high spirits and too lazy to argue further with Whis. He continued cheering for Frieza.
"Well done, Frieza! Now finish him off!"
In the arena.
Golden Frieza stood arrogantly amidst the now devastated desert. Perched on a pile of sand and rocks, he looked down at the utterly shaken Frost.
A mocking smile appeared on his face.
"Heh, heh, heh. It seems you haven't reached this great king's Golden Form. How disappointing. I originally thought that a Frost Demon from another universe might surprise me. But now... this is utterly disappointing!"
Frieza slowly advanced towards Frost, his eyes fixed on him with cold scrutiny.
Frost was like a frightened lamb, unable to utter a single word.
This was the most humiliating moment of his life.
He had never imagined that he would end up in such a miserable state, so terrified that his legs had given way beneath him.
After all, he was someone who had seen the world. Steeling himself, he forced his trembling body to stand and staggered to his feet.
Frieza smiled again.
Then his gaze shifted towards the tail behind Frost.
He had long since seen through the poisonous stinger hidden at the tip of Frost's tail.
Whoosh!
With just a glance, the sharp tip of Frost's tail fell off instantly.
Frost didn't react at first. It was only when the severed stinger rolled to his feet that he realized he had been injured.
A storm of pain surged through his brain, and he clutched his head in agony.
"AHHHHH!!!" His miserable scream echoed across the entire desert arena.
Frieza stepped closer to Frost again, muttering to himself:
"I only asked you to kill someone; why make it so troublesome? This Great King was merely curious about the punishment for killing someone. Oh, right. I've already noticed that you're the last one left in the arena. In that case, it's time to clear the field."
The moment those words were spoken, Frost became extremely nervous.
He had noticed that Frieza's face had turned dim and shadowy, exuding a sinister aura.
Extremely dangerous.
Frost's imagination began to run wild; Frieza had become obsessed with killing during this tournament!
He had even urged Frost to kill.
One sentence from Frieza's earlier words stood out: "Now you're the only one left."
"A madman...! A madman! No… don't kill me!"
By this point, Frost had developed a deep psychological shadow towards Frieza.
His little schemes were nothing compared to Frieza's!
Seeing Frost's reaction made Beerus, who was watching the battle, feel a jolt in his heart. Frost looked so terrified that Beerus began to fear that Frieza might actually attack him!
After all, he knew Frieza very well. If Frieza wanted to do something outrageous, he was absolutely capable of it.
"Damn it! Frieza!' Beerus shouted angrily.
Meanwhile, Frieza stood where he was, looking at the nearly collapsed Frost with a confused expression.
He thought to himself:
[What is this guy talking about? Does he think I'm going to kill him?]
[Heh, foolish. Why would This Great King do something so troublesome and unrewarding?]
[But this guy's panicked expression… it does amuse This Great King.]
A thought formed in Frieza's mind. The laser in his hand began to glow brighter and brighter.
He raised his hand and pointed a finger at Frost.
"Heh heh heh, you guessed right... This Great King is going to kill you! Heh heh heh! Die!"
Frost was terrified. As he ran towards the edge of the arena, he shouted:
"Madman! Madman!"
However, Frieza simply stood still. The laser in his hand never fired.
He merely watched as Frost jumped off the arena of his own accord.
A smile curled the corners of Frieza's lips.
"Heh heh heh… the crazy one is you. How could it possibly be this Great King?"
"Now then, the field is clear."
(End Of This Chapter)
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