Cabba looked surprised. "Miss Vados, I've fought alongside Mr. Frost before. His achievements were plain for everyone to see."
Champa waved his arms emphatically. "No mistake! I believe in him. He's a warrior of justice!"
"Let's just watch the match." Vados smiled faintly and shifted her gaze to the arena.
On the platform, Frost lifted his chin. "Lord Champa, even if it costs me my life, I will win this victory for you."
The moment he finished speaking, a harsh, feral howl tore from his throat.
"Uraaaah !"
Soon, he completed his transformation amid that shriek, as if he'd endured some terrible agony.
"This…"
When the spectators saw his final form, they went blank for a moment.
Some could barely tell the two fighters apart anymore.
Frost now looked almost identical to Frieza, not only in shape but even in height.
"That's Frost's ultimate transformation? Why does he look exactly like Frieza?" Goku scratched his head.
"I thought they looked alike from the start, but now they're practically twins…"
"Still, even if they look similar, their personalities couldn't be more different. One radiates righteous valor, the other is evil, brutal, and treacherous."
"This form really is powerful. Frost's ki has completely surpassed Frieza's, and it's still climbing fast!"
The strength Frost displayed jolted a lot of people awake, like they were finally seeing the shape of Universe 7's defeat.
Goku, however, simply sat back down. "That level won't beat Frieza."
Even Champa stopped Caulifla from making too much noise. "This is nothing yet. Frieza's a slippery one."
He sighed, not without regret. "If Frost had just pulled that transformation out of nowhere and ambushed him, he'd win easily."
"That kind of thinking is far too shameless, Lord Champa," Vados cut in.
Champa snorted. "Hmph. Even shameless justice is still justice."
With that, he lifted his chin and shot Beerus a smug look.
Beerus's fists cracked as he clenched them. "What are you so proud of!? 'Justice' is just a fancy excuse weaklings use to make themselves feel righteous. A match is decided by strength, not morals. Don't get it twisted!"
"I can't wait to see your face when you lose," Champa shot back.
Champa made an ugly face on purpose, clearly trying to provoke him.
But Beerus didn't bite. "If you've got the guts, come fight me. I'll even give you one hand. How about it?"
"Tch. I can't be bothered. When Frieza gets beaten, I'm popping ten bottles of soda to celebrate!"
While the two gods bickered, the fighters below had already exchanged several blows.
Frost's aura was far stronger than Frieza's on paper, yet Frieza didn't fall behind at all. If anything, he held a clear advantage.
"Frieza really has mastered ki control."
Plenty of observers noticed it, and more than a few quietly started worrying for Frost.
"If justice loses to evil… that'll feel awful…"
Seeing Frieza steadily seize the upper hand, Beerus's mouth curled into a slight smile.
"That's it, Frieza. While you've got him, finish it!"
Frieza narrowed his eyes.
His body blurred, and he flickered in front of Frost. A brutal punch drove into Frost's abdomen.
With that heavy blow, Frost's eyes bulged and he dropped to one knee.
He struggled back up, staring at Frieza with fear written plainly in his gaze.
"You… you've already mastered this transformation?"
Frieza's expression was cold, as if he were in a foul mood.
"This match is becoming unbearably dull. If you have any method left that can defeat me, you'd better show it now…"
"I… I'm no match for you. I have no chance…" Frost lowered his head, as though resigned.
"Is that so?" Frieza said lightly. "Your eyes aren't completely hopeless. And you've been searching for openings the entire time. Maybe if my attention slips for even a moment, you'll turn the tide…"
Frost's heart jolted, but he buried his face even lower.
Then he admitted calmly, "I do have one more transformation I haven't used. But I learned it too recently. I'm not sure I can pull it off in a real match."
"Oh?" Frieza's lips tilted up. "In that case, I'll give you a chance."
"Frieza, what are you doing?" Beerus snapped. "This is a match that decides the survival of universes. Hurry up and knock him off the stage!"
Frieza bowed slightly. "Lord Beerus, this is my match. I would like to finish it in my own way."
Beerus fell silent, slit pupils narrowing to a razor line.
Even while secretly grinding in the background, Levos spared enough attention to catch the subtle shift in the air.
"As expected… Frieza doesn't truly submit to Beerus. His nature will never allow him to live beneath anyone."
Across the way, Champa immediately seized the opening to mock. "Beerus, what's wrong? Losing confidence? You know nothing about Universe 6, but I know the strength and weaknesses of your Universe 7 fighters like the back of my hand!"
Champa's smugness nearly set Beerus off.
But at that moment, everyone's attention was stolen by a burst of blinding golden light exploding across the arena.
Frost really did have another stage of transformation, and he was about to complete it.
His body turned a polished, metallic gold, shining so brightly it was almost painful to look at.
His presence surged in a steep, exponential climb, his ki whipping the air into chaotic turbulence.
That turbulence swept across the whole battlefield, nearly flipping careless spectators from their seats.
Whether they were fighters or gods, all of them were stunned.
"That aura… there's no mistaking it. Another one whose power rivals the divine."
"Universe 6 isn't simple. Champa wasn't just talking big."
The fighters from Universes 9 and 10 fell into despair.
"I didn't think Frost was this strong. We'd have no chance against him."
"On the other hand… Frieza's about to have a bad time…"
Somewhere off to the side, Bergamo and Murichim roared in their hearts.
"Frost, avenge me!"
Piccolo frowned. "He can transform into a golden form too? Golden Frost?"
Frost placed one hand across his chest and gave a humble bow at center stage.
"I am… Super Frost."
For a moment, Levos felt dazed, as if a familiar memory had overlapped with the present.
In a way, this "humble" Super Frost was even more punchable than that old acquaintance who had perfected the art of making smug victory poses after getting slapped down.
Beside him, Goku stood up again, eyes bright with anticipation.
Frost lifted his head.
"Lord Frieza, I was fortunate enough to complete my ultimate transformation. My control over this power is still crude. Please forgive the embarrassment."
"Heh." Frieza's lips curved. "In truth, you understand this form perfectly well. Champa already told you my real strength."
"…" Frost's eyes flickered. After a long pause, he gave a small nod. "That's true."
"Then, righteous Mr. Frost… drop every last bit of that clumsy disguise."
"Let's have a proper fight. How about it?"
As the words fell, Frieza completed his own transformation into Golden Frieza.
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