Frost stared at Vegito (Turles), cold sweat drenching his face. Before he could even open his mouth to speak, a surge of agonizing pain erupted from his midsection. Vegito's fist had buried itself deep into his gut before he even saw it move.
"Gah! Argh—!"
The sheer force of the blow forced Frost's body to curl into a shrimp-like shape. Vegito (Turles) had no intention of letting him off easy. He immediately began a display of absolute dominance.
Everyone knew Turles was a man who pampered his wife. Attempting to sneak attack her right in front of him was an act of suicidal stupidity. Frost had effectively jumped headfirst into a meat grinder.
In the stands, Champa clutched his head in despair. "Aaaaagh! Frost, you idiot! How did you get caught in a sneak attack?! Curse it, I shouldn't have recruited him!"
Beerus glanced at Champa with pity. Champa's fighter had picked the hardest wall in the arena and decided to headbutt it at full speed.
"Dammit! You arrogant bastard!!"
Frost let out a desperate roar, and a purple aura exploded into the sky.
"Do you really think I'm some weakling?!"
Frost's staggering Ki blanketed the area. He was the first fighter on the stage to go all out—excluding the small fry who had already been tossed.
"What incredible pressure!"
The surrounding fighters all turned their attention to the commotion.
"Tsk. What a fool. Powering up that much this early is just going to drain his stamina," Beerus noted dismissively. Besides, what difference did going all out make? Who did Frost think he was facing? He stood no chance against Turles.
"Hmph! Frost, knock that Universe 7 brat off the stage!" Champa shouted. He completely forgot his earlier regret and shifted back to cheering for his fighter.
"Haaah!"
Frost charged at Vegito (Turles), his face contorted with rage. He wanted revenge—not just for the blow he just took, but for the humiliation Piccolo had dealt him in the previous tournament!
"Da-da-da-da-da-da-da!"
Entering a frenzy, Frost unleashed a barrage of frantic attacks. He threw thousands of punches per second, a whirlwind of strikes that completely enveloped Vegito (Turles).
It looked fierce, but Vegito (Turles) simply stood there with his arms crossed. An invincible smirk remained on his face as he effortlessly swayed through the storm of blows.
He had truly mastered the "King of Flexing" persona, embodying every bit of Vegito's signature cockiness.
"Damn you! You're looking down on me!! Can you do nothing but dodge?!"
Frost's initial shock was quickly overtaken by fury.
"HAAA!—"
Frost powered up even further. Both hands began rapidly firing purple energy spheres, unleashing a frantic volley that many fans would recognize as the "Prince's Technique."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The series of massive explosions kicked up a thick cloud of dust and smoke.
"What a terrifying assault!"
"Isn't he afraid of accidentally killing the guy?"
Contestants from other universes watched in shock. Killing was against the rules, and Frost seemed to be throwing everything he had.
Huff... puff...
Frost panted heavily, his eyes fixed on the smoke. When the dust cleared, Vegito (Turles) was standing there, completely unscathed.
Frost's pupils dilated. "How is this possible?!" His voice cracked with terror.
"Oh? You're finished? Then it's my turn, isn't it?"
Vegito (Turles) gave Frost a mocking look. He used Instant Transmission to appear directly in front of him and drove a heavy fist into the center of Frost's face.
Bang! "Gah!"
Frost let out a pained shriek as his nose was flattened, blood spurting across the stage.
"Tsk. You've still got some fight in you, I see."
Thud!
Vegito's knee slammed into Frost's stomach. The strike was so powerful that Frost's face instantly contorted into a "mask of pain."
"Blegh!" Frost coughed up a mixture of saliva and blood.
Vegito (Turles) didn't stop. As Frost was sent tumbling backward, Vegito pursued him relentlessly, raining down a barrage of punches that sounded like a drumroll of thunder.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The shockwaves from his attacks were massive. He literally beat Frost in a straight line from one side of the arena to the far edge. The path they took looked like a typhoon had swept through; weaker contestants were blown away just by the wind pressure.
As he hammered away, Vegito (Turles) couldn't help but marvel at the Frieza Race. They were truly the legendary "kings of taking a beating"—the gold standard of punching bags.
Finally, after an untold number of strikes, a broken, bloody, and nearly dead Frost was tossed off the arena by Vegito (Turles). The surrounding contestants felt a chill run down their spines. What a terrifying, ruthless monster.
Zip!
The moment Frost fell, he was teleported to the Universe 6 spectator stands.
"Frost of Universe 6 has been eliminated!" the Grand Minister announced.
"Hehehe... It looks like you're pretty strong. Let the Trio de Dangers be your opponents!"
Vegito (Turles) looked at the three "huskies" standing before him—the Wolf Brothers of Universe 9. He was speechless. Why did these three idiots come after me?
"Is that so? Then I guess I'll play with you for a bit."
Vegito (Turles) curled his finger, beckoning them forward. "Come on, puppies. Let's see what you've got."
The Trio de Dangers turned red with rage instantly. "Damn you! We are wolves!! WOLVES!! Not dogs!!"
The three brothers immediately surrounded Vegito (Turles) and launched a simultaneous assault.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Vegito (Turles) kept his arms crossed, casually dodging the trio's attacks while keeping up his taunting. "Slow, puppies. Far too slow. Can you go any faster?"
The brothers' expressions soured. Even they could tell they were no match for him; he was clearly just playing with them like toys.
The trio exchanged a glance, realizing they needed to retreat. They both had the same idea: run.
Vegito (Turles) sensed their intent. He dropped his arms, a mocking curve forming on his lips. "Tsk. Trying to run? Puppies, you really don't show me enough respect, do you?"
In the distance, Bulma watched him teasing the "dogs" and shook her head helplessly. "He's a grown man, and he's still out here picking on strays..."
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