Dragon Ball: Everyone's playing the reincarnation game, huh?

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“Yes, even if Mr. Vegeta’s strength has increased 100 times, there is still a world of difference between him and Hit,” Vados replied with a smile, reassuring Champa.

"I'm relieved to hear that," Champa nodded gently, his eyes filled with confidence again.

"The match begins!" the referee announced loudly, his voice trembling slightly.

Hit sat in the audience and gave Vegeta a deep look, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

Sun Wukong was right; Vegeta was indeed reborn as well.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to discover the poisoned needle hidden in Frost's arm.

Even the God of Destruction would have a hard time spotting that poison needle.

It's getting more and more interesting.

So, in this life, my final opponent is this guy named Vegeta?

Vegeta's lips curled into a smile as he looked at Frost, but his eyes held no warmth, only icy killing intent.

“I…I admit it…” Frost felt more and more that something was wrong, and his survival instinct made him want to admit defeat immediately. He had barely uttered the words when…

Vegeta, of course, wouldn't give Frost a chance to admit defeat.

You beat my son up like that, and now you want to admit defeat?

late!

Watch how I teach you a lesson!

"Shh!"

In an instant, Vegeta closed the distance with Frostella, as fast as teleportation.

"boom!"

Vegeta delivered a swift uppercut, striking Frost squarely in the abdomen, sending him flying into the air, his body contorted like a shrimp.

Frost swallowed the word "lost" he was about to say, letting out only a painful groan.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Vegeta unleashed a barrage of punches on the suspended Frost, raining down a variety of combinations of blows on him like a storm, the sounds of fists colliding with flesh echoing across the ring.

Frost was beaten so badly that he was powerless to fight back. He felt like a sack of potatoes, swaying wildly in the air, helplessly being humiliated by his opponent, and could only let out pitiful howls.

Vegeta grabbed Frost's head and slammed him hard onto the ring floor.

"boom!"

With a loud crash, a large crater was smashed into the ground, embedding Frost's head deep into it, with only his body protruding and convulsing.

Immediately afterwards, Vegeta grabbed Frost by the collar, lifted him high like a chick, and slapped him across the face several times, knocking out several of Frost's teeth.

Frost had already fainted and was now completely unconscious, hanging there like a lump of mud.

"Hmph, boring guy." Vegeta snorted, and like throwing away trash, grabbed Frost's leg and threw him off the ring, where he slammed heavily onto the ground below.

"Frost is unconscious. The winner is Vegeta!" The referee shuddered upon seeing Frost's pitiful state and quickly announced loudly.

"Hmph, this guy's got a pretty strong sense of revenge." Beerus squinted and smiled lightly, his tail swishing leisurely behind him as he watched Vegeta's actions on the stage, finding it rather amusing.

“Oh dear, after all, it’s Vegeta’s son who got hit, so his fatherly love is always very strong,” Whis said with a smile, gently turning his staff in his hand, his tone gentle.

"Vegeta said he's going to eliminate all the remaining fighters. Let's see if he can do it," Beerus snorted, a hint of anticipation in his voice.

Weiss didn't reply, but maintained a gentle smile, his gaze fixed on the ring.

"I thought Frost was a good man, but it turns out he's a hypocrite." Bardock glanced in the direction where Frost had fainted and sighed softly.

“Yes, it’s true that you can know a person’s face but not their heart.” Gine nodded, expressing her deep agreement.

"Maybe he'll slowly turn into a guy like Frieza in the future," Piccolo guessed, stroking his chin. He had never had a good impression of such treacherous and cunning characters.

"Fortunately, Prince Vegeta took care of it." Raditz grinned, then rubbed his head somewhat sheepishly. "I realized I revived at the wrong time. These people are all too strong, and I feel like I can't keep up."

"You should be content," Gine glared at Raditz and said irritably, "At least you're still a Saiyan. I've been reborn as an Earthling, so training isn't as convenient for me anymore."

Raditz scratched his head, gave a dry laugh, and dared not contradict his mother, so he could only listen silently from the side.

"As a Saiyan, as long as you train hard, you will definitely become stronger in the future. At least becoming a Super Saiyan shouldn't be a problem." Gine looked at Raditz and earnestly instructed him, her eyes filled with encouragement.

"Yes...I...I understand, Mom." Raditz nodded quickly, indicating her agreement, and secretly resolved to work hard in her training.

"Then let's move on to the next match." The referee cleared his throat, picked up the microphone, and announced, "Vegeta vs. Maggeta from Universe 6."

"Click! Click! Click!"

Magata strode heavily onto the ring; he was an extremely heavy metal man, and every step he took caused the ring to groan under his weight.

The moment Magata stepped into the ring, the weight of his body caused clear cracks to appear on the ring floor, spreading out like a spider web.

"Gulu..."

Mageta opened his mechanical maw, picked up a container from the side, and poured a cup of lava into his mouth. The lava churned in his stomach, making gurgling sounds, which looked quite terrifying.

Vegeta was already used to this and showed no expression on his face.

In his previous life, Vegeta had to put in some effort to deal with this guy. Even after transforming into a Super Saiyan, he could only manage a draw and even fell behind at one point.

Moreover, Kakarot suggested that Vegeta throw the large metal man off the ring.

Vegeta thought this was a good idea and tried to lift Mageta up, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move Mageta's body an inch.

Later, Beerus said that Magata weighed 1000 tons. Vegeta was so angry that his nose was crooked. He cursed Kakarot a thousand times in his heart. What a terrible idea!

"Om..."

Thick black smoke billowed from the vents above Mageta's head, like a steam engine. He also pounded his chest with both fists, making a dull thud, trying to intimidate his opponent.

Vegeta remained unmoved, still standing there with his arms crossed and a cool expression on his face, as if the other party's provocation was just child's play to him.

"Go, Dad!" Trunks shouted from the audience, pumping his fist and cheering for Vegeta.

"Vegeta, can you do it?" Goku asked with a grin.

"Hmph, Kakarot, I told you, you wouldn't even get a chance to appear." Vegeta sneered, turned his head and smiled smugly at Goku, his eyes full of confidence.

Sun Wukong didn't say anything, he just scratched his head and chuckled.

"The match begins!" the referee announced loudly, lowering his flag.

As soon as the match began, Maggeta charged toward Vegeta like a heavy tank, leaving deep craters in the ground.

Vegeta still retains his Super Saiyan 2 transformation, with his golden hair fluttering in the wind and crackling golden arcs of electricity surrounding him.

Seeing Magata charging towards him, Vegeta reacted with lightning speed, slightly shifting his body to the side and delivering a powerful punch that landed precisely on Magata's chest.

The punch was incredibly powerful, sending Magata staggering back several steps and shattering a large section of the ring beneath his feet.

However, Vegeta also winced in pain from that punch.

The metal man is indeed extraordinary; his body's hardness is unparalleled, like hitting a steel plate.

Vegeta certainly knew the weaknesses of the Metal Men.

In his previous life, Vegeta simply called the opponent "junk metal," which angered Maggeta to the point of disconnection, easily eliminating him from the competition.

However, in this life, Vegeta does not intend to win through such means. He thinks that is too boring and that this guy is a good warm-up.

Vegeta charged towards Metal Man in his Super Saiyan 2 form, launching a fierce attack with punches and kicks raining down on him.

It can be said that Vegeta was confronting Metal Centaur Getter head-on without any fear.

Champa was dumbfounded, his eyes wide open, his expression astonished, and his mouth slightly agape.

This guy named Vegeta is something else. He's been fighting Metal Man for so long without losing and has even gained the upper hand.

Chapter 171 Champa: Should we hurry up and make a run for it?

"boom!"

Vegeta gritted his teeth and suddenly kicked out a powerful kick at the metal Centaur Getter, a kick that concentrated a lot of his strength.

The kick was quite powerful, sending Maggetta flying high into the air, tracing an arc through the air.

Vegeta charged forward again, catching up with Magata in mid-air and kicking him again, sending him flying towards the edge of the ring.

"Clap!"

Magata fell off the ring and crashed to the ground, thus being eliminated.

Vegeta won another match, landing steadily on the ring with a hint of arrogance on his face.

"You're truly amazing, Vegeta." Goku stepped forward and praised Vegeta highly, his eyes filled with admiration.

"Hmph, it's nothing, just a piece of cake." Vegeta chuckled lightly.

Bardos repaired the damaged arena using the power of angels.

With a gentle wave of her scepter, the arena instantly returned to its original state, as if it had never been damaged.

Xiangpa's face darkened; he was extremely frustrated.

Our universe has lost another one, now there are only two left!

But as long as Hitler is there, there shouldn't be any major problems, right?

"Listen to me carefully, you and he are both Saiyans, you must not lose to him, otherwise our Universe 6 will lose all face!" Champa sternly instructed Cabba, who was about to enter the arena, his tone carrying a hint of command.

"Yes, Lord Champa, I will definitely try my best!" Gabe nodded vigorously, his eyes filled with determination.

"Then let's move on to the next match," the referee announced into the microphone. "Vegeta will continue against Cabba from Universe 6."

Gabe took a deep breath, stepped onto the ring, and bowed to Vegeta, saying, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Vegeta."

"So it's you." Vegeta smiled, the golden light around him gradually dissipating, returning him to normal. "I won't hold back, are you ready?"

"Okay...okay." Cold sweat trickled down Gabe's forehead; he felt a little scared.

You said you wouldn't hold back, so why did you revert from your transformed state?

Is this a sign of looking down on me?

"Then...the match begins!" the referee announced loudly.

"Mr. Vegeta, are you not going to transform?" Gabe's lips twitched, and he couldn't help but ask quickly.