At the same time, Frost ended up drawing part of the crowd's attention away from Frieza.
The difference was that what Frost received was a storm of abuse.
He was even openly compared to Frieza by the furious public.
"You despicable coward! We saw on the news what you did behind the scenes to manipulate this war!"
"How can our universe have someone as rotten as you?!"
"Compared to Mr. Frieza, you're a completely underhanded villain!"
Frost's face turned ashen.
The looks being thrown at him were filled with contempt, anger, and disgust.
Completely unlike Frieza, who was being showered with praise, Frost had become the target of a public execution.
"Frost! You've still got the nerve to stand here?!" one defense force member shouted, pointing at him. "When disaster struck, you just stood there doing nothing, like a coward hiding in his shell!"
"That's right! We heard you used dirty tricks to beat Mr. Frieza in the Exhibition Match, but who would've thought you'd be even more shameless in person than the rumors said!"
"How did someone like you ever get chosen to represent Universe 6? You've humiliated us all!"
Once the crowd's anger was ignited, it became impossible to contain.
They compared Frost's behavior, standing idly by at the edge of the battlefield, to Frieza's bloody struggle in the thick of combat.
"Just look at Mr. Frieza. How selfless. How great!"
"They're the same race and even look alike, so why are their personalities so completely different?!"
"One is a great hero. The other is a complete villain!"
To children, right and wrong had always been simple.
Their eyes moved back and forth between the two of them as they continued their comparison.
Then suddenly, one sharp-eyed Saiyan child seemed to discover a whole new world.
"Big Brother Frieza looks a little taller than that bad guy!"
The moment those words came out, every eye locked onto the tops of their heads.
And once they compared them, the result was obvious.
Frieza really was just a little bit taller than Frost.
The gap was not large, less than a centimeter.
But in the current atmosphere, that tiny difference turned into total domination on Frieza's part.
Frost felt his blood rush straight to his head. His teeth ground together so hard they clicked.
Being mocked for his strength, his character, and his record was one thing. But now even his height, the issue he cared about most, was being dragged out in public and used to humiliate him.
Frost completely snapped.
His height had always been a sore spot!
He had never imagined that, in front of so many people, someone would grab that weakness and rub salt into it.
Then, even more confusion filled him.
Before the Exhibition Match had started, he had compared heights with Frieza, and they had been exactly the same. So how had Frieza suddenly gotten taller?
Frost secretly glanced at Frieza's three-toed feet, wondering if he was somehow standing on tiptoe.
But no matter how closely he observed, even after carefully inspecting Frieza from top to bottom, he found nothing.
Every suspicion only pointed to one inescapable truth.
Frieza had really gotten taller.
How was that even possible?!
Frost was on the verge of breaking down.
Beside him, Frieza maintained his emperor's poise on the surface, as though he did not care in the slightest about the crowd's praise.
But from the corner of his eye, he kept stealing glances at Frost's reaction.
And now that he saw Frost trembling with rage, on the verge of collapse, joy instantly bloomed inside him.
Oh ho ho ho...
This trip had truly not been in vain. It was delightfully uplifting.
"There's nothing worth comparing when it comes to height." Frieza waved a hand, humble in manner. "After all... I'm still growing. I may get a little taller in the future."
Still growing?
When the crowd heard that, the admiration in their eyes only deepened.
"So Mr. Frieza is still this young!"
"Young and accomplished! Just what you'd expect from the king of Universe 7!"
"Unlike Frost, who's short and rotten to the core!"
"You damn Saiyan monkeys!" Frost could no longer bear the endless humiliation. He let out a low growl and turned into a streak of light, fleeing Planet Sadala.
Frieza's mood soared to an unprecedented high.
"Worth it!"
The humiliation of being beaten senseless by Ultimate Baby, as well as the awkwardness of being worshiped like a hero, all vanished without a trace.
"I never thought there could be Saiyans this adorable..."
Meanwhile, Champa swaggered up to Gavi with a smug look on his face.
"Gavi, this time it was thanks to this brilliant and mighty God of Destruction that you got out of trouble. As thanks, you should personally take me to Earth and treat me to a full month of food!"
The corner of Gavi's mouth twitched. Grinding his teeth, he said, "Lord Champa, I really thank your whole family."
Champa had really made a mess of things for him!
How was he supposed to explain the fourteen newborn Cell Juniors when he got back?
The worst part was that, in front of an entire planet of Saiyans, he had put on a live performance of giving birth to Cell Juniors!
If not for Champa's so-called cleverness, he never would have ended up in such an awkward situation.
After all, being overloaded until he exploded was not the end of the world.
Given Cell Max's traits, it was not as if resurrection were impossible.
The only real problem would have been choosing where to explode.
All of it was Champa's fault for throwing out ridiculous ideas, to the point that even Caulifla's brother had misunderstood him.
"Well then, let's get going! I can't wait any longer!" Champa beamed.
Gavi answered him with only two cold words.
"No time."
"You brat..." Champa choked on his own breath.
But when he thought about Gavi's current strength, he could only grumble bitterly that Gavi was an ungrateful bastard.
"Oh ho ho ho..." Frieza let out another of his signature laughs, rescuing the awkward Champa from the moment.
Then he turned to Gavi and asked curiously, "Speaking of which, Mr. Gavi, you didn't come all the way to Universe 6 just to save us, did you?"
Gavi came back to himself and gave a brief explanation of the All-Metal Cell Max Game.
"A game? A tournament?"
Caulifla perked up immediately.
Her body, after being flooded with energy and then absorbed, was now craving an all-out battle to test just how much stronger she had become.
She was the first to raise her hand.
"That sounds awesome! Count me in, Gavi. The Cell Juniors are still just kids, they're not suited for a tournament like this!"
"If Sis is going, then I'm going too." Kale immediately followed.
"In order to protect the peace of Universe 6, I need to keep getting stronger as well." Cabba's face was serious. "An opportunity for real combat like this cannot be missed."
Even Hit volunteered to join.
For him, a game that gathered so many powerful fighters was also the perfect platform to hone his own skills.
The moment Champa heard there was excitement to be had, he lit up too.
"This sounds even more fun than the previous Exhibition Match. I'm in too!"
Supreme Kai Fuwa hurriedly tried to stop him. "Lord Champa, this is only a tournament held by mortals. If you enter, wouldn't that just be bullying?"
Looking at the people of Universe 6, all suddenly fired up, Gavi felt his scalp go numb. He rejected them without hesitation.
"No!"
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