Chapter 145: Destruction
Though surrounded by six people, Frost's face showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he looked at them provocatively.
"Want to fight? Perfect—I was thinking the same!"
Finishing speaking, deep blue flames appeared around Frost's body. His aura also began rising.
Speaking of which, Frost's battle power wasn't weak—at minimum tens of millions. Otherwise, he wouldn't have avoided discovery of his true nature for so long.
This partly owed to Frost's excellent acting. But more so—he had strength to eliminate those who discovered his true nature.
However, he didn't know—this time he'd completely kicked an iron plate.
Not mentioning Turles, even Cabba's group—under Super Saiyan battle power amplification—far exceeded his capabilities.
Ordinary Super Saiyans already had 50x base battle power amplification. Now their five could maintain Super Saiyan 1 Full Power form—battle power amplification reaching 75x.
Adding that Planet Sadala Saiyans' inherent base power already somewhat exceeded Universe 7 Saiyans—currently, Carrit and others' battle power already exceeded seven hundred million.
Of course, due to age, Cabba and Caulifla's battle power was somewhat lower. However, even their battle power was around four hundred million.
However, Frost naturally didn't know this now. Because he completely didn't know—these six golden-haired, emerald-eyed Saiyans before him were in transformation form.
So after raising his aura, Frost showed Caulifla a cruel smile. Then preemptively attacked.
Yes—even not placing Turles's group in his eyes, Frost still employed his commonly-used sneak attack methods.
Because compared to warrior, Frost was more a schemer.
Facing Frost's sneak attack, Caulifla showed no surprise. Just lightly raising her hand, she used her not-large pink fist blocking Frost's heavy punch.
"How is this possible?"
Seeing his sneak attack blocked, Frost's face's smile directly froze. Looking incredulously before him.
Frost chose sneak-attacking Caulifla because she was the only female among them. According to his past experience, throughout cosmic races—even if female warriors existed—they were generally the weaker portion.
However, Frost obviously didn't know—the Saiyan race obviously couldn't be calculated by common sense.
"Ha!"
Though blocking Frost's sneak attack, Caulifla's mood wasn't very pleasant.
Having battle opportunities naturally excited Caulifla. But being treated as a weakling—she couldn't tolerate it.
So after releasing a shout, under Frost's astonished expression, Caulifla began a storm-like counterattack.
Seeing Frost under Caulifla's hands could only struggle left and right, passively resisting—nearby people were happy relaxing.
"Tsk tsk tsk! Frost's in trouble!"
Carrit stood before Turles, commenting on the battle before them.
Words falling, Cabba's three showed agreement, nodding repeatedly. Their eyes full of sympathy for Frost.
"Right, he could've chosen anyone—had to choose Caulifla this girl. Tsk tsk tsk!"
"Yo, that strike was good!"
"Caulifla this girl—so young yet so strong. Temper's so fiery too. What'll happen later?"
"Right, among the young generation now—besides Cabba, who else is her match? Right, Cabba?"
"You're saying—right, can only be Cabba!"
Hearing the increasingly outrageous words beside him, Turles glanced at the already-blushing Cabba. Shaking his head with a smile.
However, Turles said nothing. Just somewhat dazedly watching the midair battle.
Actually, Turles initially wanted inducing Frost—having him collect Dragon Balls throughout the cosmos as a tool person.
But before completing his mischievous plan, this guy couldn't resist wanting to attack. Directly attacking to rob.
Indeed worthy of Frost Demon Clan. Even different universe—same nature as Frieza.
Now thinking about it, Turles also discovered his thoughts were wishful thinking.
Though Frost would likely follow Turles's thoughts collecting Dragon Balls throughout the cosmos—he didn't have Instant Transmission ability. Wanting to collect Dragon Balls throughout the entire universe would definitely still consume considerable time. Thus better doing it himself.
After all, handling Black Star Dragon Balls was the Grand Priest's assigned task. Though no time limit—also not good dragging too long. Otherwise, if accidents occurred—difficult explaining to the Grand Priest.
While Turles contemplated these matters, Caulifla had already begun getting excited.
Must say, Frost was still an excellent punching bag. Even if battle power couldn't compare to current Caulifla, being Demon Clan born—his physical strength far exceeded Saiyans. Adding Caulifla only using close combat, not energy attacks—so under Caulifla's attacks, Frost actually persisted.
However, currently Frost had already reacted from initial confusion. But precisely because of reacting—he felt even angrier.
"You... actually toyed with me!"
Midway-struck-flying Frost looked at distant people, then at the excited Caulifla before him. His face showing killing intent, gnashing teeth.
Now how could he not understand? From the start, these people's strength exceeded his. But these Saiyans hid their auras—making him relax vigilance.
Most critically—thinking of himself earlier like a clown—Frost's heart felt somewhat humiliated.
What most provokes a person's anger?
Precisely humiliating someone in their most skilled domain.
Current Frost felt this way. Always proud of his "clever wisdom"—today actually fell into Saiyans' hands.
Thinking this, Frost's face's killing intent thickened several degrees. Scarlet eyes constantly flashed with viciousness.
However, before Frost could think anything, Caulifla's attack already attacked again.
The more battle, the more excited Caulifla became.
In the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, she was beaten by Turles for an entire year. Though her strength tremendously improved, she'd also suppressed a belly full of anger.
Now Frost this punching bag perfectly crashed into her hands. Strange if Caulifla didn't properly vent.
Bang!
The distracted Frost was again struck by Caulifla's pink fist.
This time, Caulifla's force far exceeded before. So Frost's body once again uncontrollably flew out. Moreover, this flying distance far exceeded before.
Caulifla's hand shading her eyes, watching the still-retreating Frost, excitedly whistled. Completely a delinquent girl's appearance.
Even nearby spectators—seeing this scene—exchanged glances. Several black lines emerging on foreheads.
Just earlier teased by several people, the moved-hearted Cabba currently also felt uneasy. Seemingly doubting why he'd think thus—how he'd develop thoughts toward Caulifla.
Currently, Caulifla didn't know her image's effect on several people's thoughts. She just saw Frost had already stopped at a mountain peak. Tremendous impact produced a giant crater around Frost. Frost's body deeply embedded within.
Swish!
Caulifla's figure moved extremely fast. Like teleportation, rushing above Frost. Looking down at the already-battered Frost below, somewhat disappointedly muttering:
"Why so fragile?"
Frost struggled pulling his body from rubble. His entire body's severe pain made his movements appear extremely slow. After hearing Caulifla's mutter, he nearly choked with rage.
Wait—he already couldn't help vomiting blood.
"Puh!"
After turning his head spitting a mouthful of stagnant blood, Frost felt somewhat better. But seeing several teeth on the ground—Frost's expression had darkened enough to drip water.
However, Caulifla's battle power somewhat exceeded Frost's expectations. Moreover, attacks received in extremely short time earlier made him realize—without thinking of methods—today he'd probably lose his life. Much less...
Frost somewhat warily glanced at the five spectators in the distance. Among them, four had golden hair and emerald eyes like this crazy girl before him—presumably also decent battle power. The remaining red-haired, red-eyed one probably had even more astonishing battle power.
However, Frost could remain active in the cosmos so long—naturally had his own methods. His eyes rolled. His tail behind slightly moved—hooking out a thin needle from his waist garment.
The thin needle was almost imperceptible. Especially entirely pitch-black. Even under sunlight—no reflection whatsoever.
Frost's tail was extraordinarily flexible. Right under Caulifla's eyes, the needle had already been hidden under his fingernail using his tail.
Even thus, Frost remained exceptionally careful. He maintained an angry expression. Staring fixedly at midair's Caulifla. The killing intent in his eyes also undisguised.
Watching the already-heavily-injured yet still-unyielding Frost, Caulifla raised her eyebrows. Her gaze toward Frost also couldn't help softening somewhat.
Saiyans greatly respected true warriors. Whether enemies or not—as long as warriors—Saiyans would regard them highly.
Current Frost appeared thus in Caulifla's eyes.
Therefore, Caulifla's heart's vigilance also couldn't help relaxing several degrees. Her body slowly descended from high altitude. Soon approaching Frost.
Watching the descending Caulifla, Frost's eyes flashed with joy. But his face showed Caulifla no flaws. Instead extending his hand—seemingly still wanting to counterattack.
'Closer, even closer!'
Frost constantly shouted inwardly.
Suddenly, Frost's expression completely froze on his face. His pupils also violently contracted.
"Destruction!"
Turles raised his right palm vertically. Palm center directly facing Frost. His mouth lightly voicing two words.
As Turles's words fell, a pale purple energy orb condensed in his palm center. Quickly condensing completely.
The moment the energy orb condensed, like a water droplet—lightly falling on Frost's body. Then like water entering sea—vanishing.
Just as Caulifla felt dissatisfied Turles stole her kill, the next scene directly made her open her mouth wide.
Light circles began flashing on Frost's body. Space also seemingly trembled. Then Frost's body outline seemed stripped from space. His body began slowly decomposing.
Most terrifying—even as his body scattered like sand—Frost himself seemed not affected by any pain. Could only helplessly watch his body's dissipation.
Watching his body slowly vanish—such law-touching ability—made several people present involuntarily feel somewhat horrified.
As the protagonist, Frost's eyes' calculations had long vanished—only complete terror remained. He wanted speaking. But ultimately only opened his mouth. Not making any sound before completely vanishing in place.
Yes—completely vanishing. Vanishing without trace. Even the sand-like light points from Frost's body dissipation completely disappeared. If not for ground bloodstains—couldn't tell a life had existed here moments ago.
"Hiss!"
This scene was perfectly witnessed by Carrit's group just arriving. The four simultaneously gasped.
Then their gazes toward Turles carried several degrees of awe.
Caulifla—after fearfully glancing at Turles—quietly shrank behind Cabba.
Turles looked at where Frost just vanished. Falling into contemplation.
Thus, in place remained only howling wind. Everyone making not a sound.
Actually, currently Turles's heart was also somewhat surprised.
The destruction power exclusive to Gods of Destruction—Turles hadn't not used before. However, previously he simulated destruction power through ki. So though having several degrees of destruction's divine charm, effect-wise wasn't this obvious.
This time, Turles used Super Saiyan God form's divine power driving destruction power. The effect somewhat exceeded Turles's expectations.
Because in his view, earlier's effect already had almost no difference from Gods of Destruction using destruction.
However, after carefully experiencing once, Turles ultimately still shook his head.
Though effect-wise already very similar, Turles had a feeling—compared to true destruction, still some gap existed.
This gap could only be supplemented after becoming God of Destruction candidate or God of Destruction—truly possessing divine position amplification.
"God of Destruction!"
An imperceptible sigh emerged from Turles's mouth. Somewhat relieved, also somewhat proud.
Hearing Turles's sigh, Carrit's five looked at each other. Not knowing what to say!
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