Dragon Ball: From Erasure

"Not bad, not bad. It deserves praise." Beerus nodded with satisfaction.

"What?" Sun Wukong was speechless. "So it's cheating!"

Bardock frowned, and a cold murderous look flashed in his eyes.

As expected, guys who look like Frieza are not good people.

It's just a competition, yet they use such despicable and shameless means!

Bulma and the others looked at Cabbe with some surprise.

Because Cabbe had said before that Frost might be a hypocrite.

In comparison, although Frieza looks despicable, he is a real villain.

Hypocrites are more hateful than real villains.

Kabe looked calm, everything was as expected.

Frost walked down from the ring dejectedly.

Xiangpa was so angry that three blue veins popped out on his forehead and he was grimacing.

Frost's actions made Xiangpa feel very embarrassed.

"You bastard, you really embarrass me!" Xiang Pa said coldly, wanting to destroy Frost directly.

"What can I do? I just want the game to end as soon as possible. After all, there's no prize money for a competition like this!" Frost said courageously.

"Very good, you have completely angered me, I will destroy you now!" Xiangpa was furious, and purple-red destructive energy had already condensed in his hands.

Frost looked calm on the surface, but he was actually very panicked.

Before dying...show some courage and leave a good reputation behind, right?

"Wait a minute!" Vegeta suddenly spoke.

Xiangpa was slightly startled and turned his head to look in Vegeta's direction.

Even Frost subconsciously glanced at Vegeta.

"There's no need to disqualify him!" Vegeta snorted, "Leave this shameless guy to me!"

Frost clenched his fists tightly.

"Ah... Will Vegeta have the next match with him?" asked the referee.

"That's right." Vegeta nodded.

"But... Piccolo's defeat has been cancelled, so the next match should be Piccolo's." The referee said again.

Chapter 128 Old King: Go and wipe out all the gods of destruction

"Piccolo said he has given up." Vegeta grinned.

The referee immediately turned his head and looked at Piccolo.

Piccolo: "..."

Seeing Vegeta's eyes, Piccolo had no choice but to nod in agreement.

Piccolo knew very well that he was just there to make up the numbers.

There was no need to stay and compete anymore.

"But..." The referee was a little unsure about what to do and immediately asked Xiangpa for his opinion.

"Hmph, since he wants to do this, let him do it." Xiangpa did not object.

"Okay." The referee nodded in agreement and announced loudly, "Then let's move on to the next match, Frost versus Vegeta."

"Dad is so handsome!" Trunks danced with excitement.

"What? Is it okay for that guy to show off like that?" Bulma sighed softly.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Beerus suddenly shouted.

Everyone focused their attention on Beerus.

Beerus appeared in front of the referee in a flash, scaring the referee so much that he took several steps back.

"Wukong, come here!" The referee waved to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong scratched his head and walked forward.

Beerus grabbed Son Goku's arm and pointed to a red spot on his arm.

"Take a closer look at his wound." Beerus called out to the referee, "Goku was also attacked by that guy, so that match was also considered a foul."

"Hmm...it certainly seems that way." The referee nodded thoughtfully and asked, "So what should we do? Should we let him continue to compete?"

"Hey? Can I play again?" Sun Wukong felt that happiness came too suddenly, and he immediately smiled.

"Wait a minute! I'm the next one! Just leave that guy to the end of the competition!" Vegeta said anxiously with a dark face.

It's finally my turn, but am I going to be replaced by this guy Kakarot again?

"So will Sun Wukong be ranked behind Carnegie?" asked the referee.

"Just line up in front of Carnegie." Beerus replied.

"Okay, okay." Sun Wukong rubbed his hands excitedly and smiled happily.

"Congratulations, Kakarot. I'm very happy for you." Bardock walked up and patted Son Goku on the shoulder with a kind look on his face.

"Hahaha, I am indeed very happy." Sun Wukong nodded.

"So...how do we arrange it?" The referee didn't quite understand.

"Vegeta, Son Goku, Carnegie, arrange them in this way." Beerus gave the answer.

"Understood." The referee nodded and immediately announced loudly with the microphone, "Then let's continue the game!"

In the arena.

Vegeta and Frost stood facing each other.

"Idiot, don't regret it!" Frost said with a cold expression.

"Will it?" Vegeta smiled brightly.

"The game begins!" the referee ordered.

"Snapped!"

Vegeta's entire body immediately burst into golden flames, and he began his Super Saiyan transformation.

Frost's pupils shrank slightly, and his expression changed again and again.

Could this guy also become like this?

Before Frost could react, Vegeta had already transformed into a streak of golden light and was rapidly charging towards Frost.

Frost was horrified and quickly raised his arm to block Vegeta's attacking fist.

Vegeta punched Frost in the arm.

Frost felt as if his arm was twisted and deformed, and he was in great pain.

"boom!"

Vegeta kicked Frost again, sending him flying backwards.

Vegeta then followed, grabbed Frost's shoulders, and slammed his knee upward, hitting him hard in the stomach.

"puff……"

Frost spat out a mouthful of blood and felt unwell.

Then, Vegeta threw Frost off the ring like a dead dog.

Frost fell heavily to the ground outside the ring and fainted.

There was total silence.

The referee hurried forward to check Frost's injuries.

"Don't worry, killing someone counts as a loss, I've shown mercy," Vegeta said calmly.

"Indeed, Frost is unconscious, and the winner is Vegeta!" the referee announced immediately.

"Well done! Vegeta!"

Warm applause erupted from the audience seats in Universe 7.

"That guy named Frost looks like a good person, but he is actually quite vicious." Sun Wukong sighed.

"Maybe he will slowly become like Frieza in the future," Piccolo guessed.

"Yes." Sun Wukong nodded silently.

Cabbe was just an ordinary spectator, not participating in the game. He kept a low profile in the audience and waited patiently for the appearance of the King of All.

"Are you really not going to participate in the competition? This is not your style." The old King of All asked with a smile.

"I want to participate in the competition? Are these people enough for me to beat?" Cabbe smiled, "Even Beerus is no match for me now."

"You are right. You even have the ability to wipe them out now." The old King smiled confidently.

"Do you want to try it?" Cabbe suddenly became interested.

"I don't have any good feelings towards the God of Destruction. Please do as you please." The old King of All looked indifferent.

"Let's talk about it later and see if any Destroyer Gods join my camp." Kabe mused, "I can't possibly destroy all of them, right? Wouldn't it be nice to keep them as my minions?"

"What you said makes sense. It's up to you." The old King pondered.

"Then let's move on to the next match," the referee announced loudly, holding the microphone. "Contestant Vegeta will face Contestant Maggetto from Universe 6."

After the words fell, Maggeta, the large robot from the sixth universe, poured a mouthful of magma into his mouth, tilted his head back and drank it, then strode onto the ring.

Magheta's body looked very heavy, and his feet left many holes on the hard ground of the ring.

"Om..."

The next moment, black gas spurted out from Magheta's head, generating a strong and high temperature.