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Aishi suppressed his ki, calmly retracting and releasing it as he transformed his aura into divine energy… this way, they wouldn't be able to detect him at all.

Airi focused his eyes ahead—and what entered his gaze was: Frieza, King Cold, Cooler, and…?

Aishi narrowed his eyes slightly. Something came to mind.

—Kuriza!!

Frieza's own son.

How did he recognize him? From the internet, obviously!

However… what puzzled Aishi was—

Was Kuriza really this powerful?

His ki wasn't any weaker than Frieza's standing next to him!

If it were Aize, then maybe… but this is Kuriza!

How could he possibly be that strong?

Airi's mouth twitched slightly.

Forget it… this world of his was probably already a mess. Seeing weird things appear here and there was nothing new.

Aishi had already let go of such thoughts. From the moment White Rigor and Beerus appeared together on the same day…

He knew then—this world was far from simple.

Strange, unexplainable things would inevitably happen.

Right now—

Frieza and the others were already standing in opposition to the warriors who had rushed over.

Standing in front of everyone was Son Gohan. He stared intently at Frieza and said in a deep voice,

"Frieza, what are you doing on Earth?!"

What am I doing here?

Frieza was briefly stunned, then suddenly burst into laughter, "Hahahahahahaha…"

After his laughter, Frieza looked at Son Gohan and slowly said,

"What am I doing here?"

"You're actually capable of asking that?"

His cold eyes locked onto Son Gohan.

"You're Son Gohan, aren't you? That wild monkey's child…"

Just like Sorbet described!

The Saiyans on Earth had gone through an earth-shattering change…

Frieza's face turned icy cold. If it weren't for the decade-plus of harsh training, he wouldn't even be able to enact his revenge… These Saiyans were truly revolting!

Gohan nodded, "I'm Son Gohan! And my father isn't a wild monkey—his name is Son Goku!!"

Frieza gave a chilling smile, "Whatever you call yourselves… now bring out all your Saiyans!"

Piccolo asked in a deep voice, "Why do you want them all gathered?"

"Hmph. Obviously—to kill every single one of them!"

Frieza's voice was cold and sinister.

Krillin's body trembled with a chill. Even after all this time… Frieza was still Frieza.

Beside him, Cooler couldn't hold back anymore. He turned to Frieza with a smile,

"Little brother, let me kill a few to warm up!"

His joints cracked as he moved, clearly itching for a fight.

Frieza thought for a moment, then nodded.

"Go ahead."

It was a good chance to assess the current power level of these Earthlings.

Receiving his brother's approval, Cooler's face lit up with excitement.

His gaze swept across everyone… and finally landed on Krillin.

A smirk tugged at his lips as he pointed with one finger.

"You—come here!"

Krillin: "…??!"

Krillin's face paled. "Why is it always me?!"

But at that moment, a figure stepped in front of Krillin.

Son Gohan's cold gaze locked onto Cooler.

"If you want a fight, come at me… Today, I'll take on all of you alone!!"

Take on everyone… alone?!

These words stunned the entire crowd—shocked silence fell across the battlefield.

Piccolo anxiously turned to Gohan,

"Gohan, don't act recklessly!"

Gohan shook his head, eyes unwavering as he locked on Frieza,

"I know. You came for revenge, right? …Then let me be your opponent!"

Frieza's forehead veins bulged, but his face remained calm as he forcibly suppressed his anger. He slowly said,

"Fine. I hope your resolve matches your words."

Gohan said nothing.

As the son of Son Goku… the disciple of Aishi—how could he not step forward at a time like this?

Otherwise, how could he face everything Aishi had taught him?

Cooler stepped forward, his towering frame and fierce eyes exuding an intimidating aura.

But Gohan showed no fear as he walked forward to meet him.

Watching from afar, Aishi's face showed a rare smile.

Not bad. He's grown.

Just that courage alone was already on par with Goku and Vegeta.

Aishi sat back down, looking on with interest.

This was a rare opportunity… Let's see how Gohan performs.

At the same time—

God of Destruction Realm.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

Thunder roared across the sky like a sudden storm under the burning sun.

Three figures were locked in a fierce aerial battle.

Beerus, meanwhile, reclined in his usual dining area, gnawing at a drumstick in his left hand, chewing non-stop…

His mood wasn't great these days… and he had started stress eating.

The reason?

A few days ago, the Grand Priest came to visit… and dropped a cruel bombshell:

In the tournament held by the Omni-King, the losing universes would be completely erased.

Including their Gods of Destruction!

Beerus was close to tears. What had he done to deserve this?

But… the only fortunate thing was—his team was strong!

Beside him, Whis observed the magical orb at the top of his staff, and his brow furrowed lightly.

"Lord Beerus… take a look at this!"

"Hm?"

Beerus looked up curiously and leaned in closer.

Inside the orb was a scene from Earth!

Beerus raised a brow with interest.

"Frieza?"

He continued watching and mused,

"So… he's gathered a few allies, huh?"

Whis smiled faintly, "Yes, and they seem quite aggressive. Looks like they're here for revenge."

Beerus nodded, "Indeed."

He watched for a few moments longer, then asked,

"Should we inform Goku and the others?"

"No need," Whis replied with a smile. "Isn't Gohan handling it already?"

The scene shifted again—and Aishi appeared.

Beerus nodded, "In that case, we're good."

Meanwhile—

Aishi suddenly turned to glance in a certain direction, feeling inexplicably watched.

That one look gave both Beerus and Whis quite a fright.

Beerus looked shocked,

"He noticed?!"

Damn it!

Whis was also stunned. Even though it was just a glance… that look from Aishi… he definitely saw something!

But how was that possible?

He was an angel… They were separated by countless trillions of stars, and yet… Aishi noticed?

That was insane.

Whis narrowed his eyes in thought, "Intuition?"

Then it wasn't that strange.

Some people had incredibly sharp instincts—able to foresee the direction of the future with ease.

Back on Earth—

Gohan and Cooler stood face to face, silently measuring each other, the tension between them thick and unrelenting.

Their gazes clashed like drawn swords—one second away from battle.

Cooler smirked down at the Saiyan in front of him.

"Little brat… do you think you're some kind of savior?"

Gohan locked eyes with him,

"I'm no savior. I just want to protect everyone… You alien invaders only know how to destroy homes. Just like Sensei said—

You all deserve to be wiped out!!"

Wiped out?

Cooler paused, then scoffed,

"Arrogant brat."

Gohan didn't waste time. He launched a punch that slammed into Cooler's gut with a dull THUD!

The blow carried serious force—the air roared as Cooler's pupils shrank and pain stabbed through his core.

Cooler's expression twisted in anger.

He glared at Gohan,

"You little bastard… I'll make you watch as I kill every last one of them!!"

Cooler lashed out with a fierce punch of his own, striking Gohan head-on. His cold, violent aura flared with it.

Gohan's eyes widened,

"So fast!"

Unable to dodge in time, he was blasted back several meters before finally skidding to a stop.

His face throbbed with pain—this guy wasn't weak.

He needed to end this quickly!

Super Saiyan 4… or Super Saiyan Blue?

Both transformations had been taught by Sensei…

Gohan hesitated for a moment—then his eyes firmed with resolve.

No!

He'd use the Mystic Form. He would carve out his own path!

After all, Sensei said he could do it.

He could.

With that thought, Gohan took a deep breath—and a layer of scorching white aura erupted around him, shooting into the sky!

A searing, pure white flame blazed around him as his ki rippled outward like waves.

In that instant—he transcended from his base state into his Mystic Form!

The strand of bangs hanging naturally on his forehead subtly shifted sides, and everyone around was stunned.

Frieza narrowed his eyes,

"Super Saiyan?"

To gain such power—it had to be!

Frieza sneered,

"Disgusting monkeys."

Piccolo and the others were also shocked.

What was this form?

They had never seen it before!

Cooler narrowed his eyes, examining Gohan,

"So you really do have new forms… But what is this one?"

Gohan smiled and didn't hide it,

"It's called the Mystic Form!"

"Mystic Form?"

Cooler chuckled, a wild grin curling at his lips,

"In that case…"

He stopped talking. Gohan locked eyes with him again.

Cooler spread his arms—an invisible pressure surged from his body as power gathered around him.

"Haahhhhh!!"

As Cooler let out a roar, the sky and earth trembled—the ground cracked beneath their feet!

BOOM!

A golden aura shot skyward as Cooler's body was wrapped in dazzling golden light… immense energy rippled outward like a tidal wave.

Everyone's expressions changed.

As the golden glow faded, Cooler's form was revealed—

No longer in his base state…

He had ascended!

His entire body shimmered with golden brilliance, radiating majesty and pride.

His aura was terrifying, like a divine beast from the heavens.

Cooler took a deep breath and laughed,

"This is… Golden Cooler!!"

Golden Cooler!!!

(End of Chapter)

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