Chapter 249: Frieza's Return, the Purple-Gold Form!
Boom!
At the heart of the Ten-Thousand-Year Ice Crystal Planet, a terrifying power erupted, blasting half the planet apart. A figure slowly emerged.
It was...
Frieza!
Frieza floated upward, his entire body now a gleaming purple-gold color, with black energy swirling around him. His form exuded an aura of malevolence and an unprecedentedly powerful presence—far stronger than ever before.
After a year of training, Frieza had undergone a complete transformation, not just in strength but also in confidence.
"Ohohoho…"
"Such immense power! What a marvelous feeling!"
"It's truly intoxicating. Is this what true strength feels like?"
By encasing himself in ten-thousand-year-old ice, Frieza had been able to relentlessly enhance his power over the past year. The Frost Demon Race's unique ability to grow stronger through self-imposed freezing, coupled with Frieza's conscious efforts, allowed his strength to skyrocket.
Compared to his usual training methods, this was a much more terrifying and efficient way to grow.
Now...
He was a completely different being. At this moment, he was undoubtedly stronger than Mu Chuan and was ready to exact revenge for past grievances.
Looking back at the shattered Ice Crystal Planet, Frieza showed no concern for its destruction—it had already served its purpose. He had emerged because the planet could no longer provide him with further enhancements. While freezing himself for several decades might yield additional gains, he found the timeframe unacceptable.
Besides, he now considered himself incredibly strong. Why would he still need this planet's assistance?
As he reveled in his newfound strength, a faint figure appeared beside him. Moments later, the figure fully materialized.
"You've improved quite a bit, it seems…"
It was Whis.
Whis had been monitoring this planet closely, as it was where Frieza had been training in seclusion. Now, seeing the commotion, he naturally teleported from the God of Destruction Realm to check.
Observing Frieza's current state, Whis appeared quite satisfied.
With Mu Chuan already being exceptionally powerful, the addition of Frieza made Universe 7 seem doubly secured. With such strong contenders, could they possibly worry about underperforming in the Tournament of Power?
"Lord Whis, please take me back to the God of Destruction Realm now. The Tournament of Power should be starting soon, and I'd like to relax a bit. Let everyone witness the might of their king!"
"Ohohoho…"
"It doesn't matter if they've improved or not. With me here, all difficulties will be resolved by yours truly."
Frieza was brimming with confidence. After all, he couldn't imagine anyone being stronger than he was now—not even the Saiyans.
However, he failed to notice Whis's peculiar expression and slight hesitation after hearing his words.
A year ago, Frieza might indeed have been the strongest—if Mu Chuan hadn't emerged from the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. But after Mu Chuan exited and underwent Beerus's rigorous guidance, his power had reached an entirely new level.
Now, a year had passed. Mu Chuan had not only consolidated his power but had also begun to refine and temper it further.
While Frieza was undoubtedly powerful, compared to Mu Chuan, he still fell short.
Whis didn't bother explaining. He decided to let Frieza participate in the Tournament of Power with this sense of invincibility. Otherwise, a stark blow to his confidence might render him utterly demoralized.
Whis: "Let's go."
With a light tap of his staff on the ground, both figures vanished from the planet in an instant.
The next moment, they appeared in the God of Destruction Realm.
The other warriors, who had been training, immediately felt the overwhelming aura Frieza brought with him. Not once did Frieza revert to his base form—he intended to showcase his unparalleled power from the outset, as a way to erase the shame of his past defeats.
As a result, the moment he appeared, everyone ceased their training and turned to look in his direction.
"Is that… Frieza?"
"What kind of form is this? Has his strength increased significantly?"
"No wonder he's been absent for a year; he must have been training in secret. But I wonder who's stronger—him or Mu Chuan?"
"Hard to say. While Frieza looks extremely strong now, Mu Chuan is a monster who can spar with Lord Beerus. The stronger one is obvious."
The others fell silent.
Indeed, no matter how strong Frieza had become, to truly prove his might, he'd need to hold his own against Lord Beerus. Without that capability, he'd be at most the strongest being below the gods.
But to fight a God of Destruction...
That was a different level of strength altogether.
As they carefully observed, both Frieza and Mu Chuan exuded overwhelming, oppressive power. However, in reality, Frieza still lagged behind Mu Chuan.
Frieza's return undoubtedly caused a stir, but the others' lukewarm reactions left him feeling out of place. Shouldn't they be utterly shocked? Why was their demeanor so indifferent?
This was his new form—his Purple-Gold Form! Didn't it deserve awe and amazement?
Scanning his surroundings, Frieza noticed the strange looks the others gave him. Yet, he couldn't quite decipher their meaning.
At this moment, Bojack and Cooler hurried over and, without much ado, pulled Frieza aside.
During this time, they filled Frieza in on everything that had transpired over the past year.
The more Frieza listened, the more bewildered he became.
What was going on? He had trained tirelessly for a whole year, so why was he now hearing such shocking and unacceptable news?
He had envisioned his return as a triumphant comeback, yet that Saiyan monkey had displayed such overwhelming strength that he could even contend with Lord Beerus!
Truth be told…
If someone claimed to be stronger than him, Frieza would refuse to accept it. But if they could spar with Lord Beerus, even he had to admit he wasn't up to the task—not even in his current form.
This was an undeniable and harsh reality.
Frieza was fuming with frustration!