BOOM!
As their fists collided once more, Gohan began to gradually fall behind. It had to be said—the power of Golden Frieza truly eclipsed Gohan's current Mystic state.
"Ho-ho-ho! I never imagined the little brat could fight me to this extent. But you're still no match for me! Bring out Turles!"
Frieza clasped his hands together and delivered a devastating overhead strike, hammering Gohan into the dirt.
Gohan's body slammed into the ground like a cannonball, creating a massive, man-shaped crater.
Cough! Cough!
Gohan stood up, looking somewhat battered, and wiped a smear of blood from his lip.
"Frieza... I have to admit, your current power is indeed incredible."
The corners of Frieza's mouth curled upward. "Oh? Is Mr. Son Gohan about to surrender?"
Gohan's own lips tilted into a smirk. "No. I'm just happy that I can finally stop holding back. HAAAAA—!"
As Gohan began to power up, the very sky seemed to groan. Rumble!
Bolts of purple lightning tore through the air, striking the ground with deafening cracks.
A terrifying, oppressive pressure descended upon the battlefield, causing even Frieza to instinctively take two steps back. "What... what is this?!"
"HAAAA!"
As Gohan's transformation surged, waves of silver ki began to erupt from his body. Purple-red arcs of electricity crackled around him, dancing across his skin with a vicious sizzle.
Gohan's hair shot upward in a sharp, exaggerated spikes, growing significantly longer as it shifted to a brilliant silver-gray.
A single silver lock of hair fell over his forehead. His eyebrows turned silver to match, and his eyes ignited with an eerie, demonic red glow. He looked utterly cold, devoid of his usual mercy.
The beast sleeping within had finally awakened!
As the transformation completed, the shockwaves of his power rippled across the entirety of Universe 7. Even Goku and Vegeta, currently training on Beerus' Planet, felt the staggering weight of Gohan's ki.
"Is that Gohan?! Such a terrifying ki... It reached all the way here?"
Whis raised his scepter, tapping it to peer into the mortal realm.
"Oh my, oh my. It really is Mr. Gohan. He's achieved a new form, and it looks quite formidable. His opponent is Frieza... ho-ho-ho, it seems Frieza developed a new form as well."
Turles stared at Gohan's new appearance, stunned. Is that the Beast form? He's achieved it already? Truly, the old fan adage was true: the Gohan who stops studying is the Gohan who makes Jiren cry.
Piccolo, meanwhile, looked on with immense pride. "I knew it. I knew you could do it..."
As Gohan's gaze locked onto Frieza, the sheer pressure of his stare made Frieza's heart tighten in fear.
In the next heartbeat, Gohan vanished. He reappeared instantly in front of Frieza, his fist already buried deep into the emperor's stomach.
"Gwah—!"
Frieza felt as if he had been struck by a runaway freight train. The agonizing pain forced his body to double over like a shrimp.
Gohan showed no mercy. He followed up with a brutal knee strike to the chin, sending Frieza soaring upward.
Frieza felt like his teeth were about to shatter.
Before he could stabilize, Gohan appeared above him. With a ruthless double-axe handle, he hammered Frieza back down into the earth.
BOOM!
Frieza managed to flip mid-air, slamming his feet into the ground to catch himself. With a snarl, he unleashed a barrage of purple Death Beams, firing them like a Gatling gun at Gohan.
But to the current Gohan, Frieza was simply too weak. So weak that killing him would be effortless.
When Goku and the others finally arrived via Instant Transmission, they were greeted by the sight of Gohan absolutely pulverizing Frieza.
In this state of overwhelming advantage, Gohan's Saiyan instincts—and his tendency to get a little cocky—were in full effect.
"What kind of transformation is that? He feels... feral," Goku noted.
Beerus couldn't help but complain. "What is it with you Saiyans and these bizarre transformations? But I have to admit, this Son Gohan is remarkably strong..."
Frieza was now in a state of pure panic. He couldn't believe his perfect Golden form was being treated like a toy. He was being beaten so badly he couldn't even mount a defense.
What am I, a golden punching bag? Frieza thought bitterly.
(Broly: First time? I beat you for an hour straight...)
"Impossible! How can you be this strong?! I won't accept this! I trained to reach the ultimate state! I haven't even killed Turles yet! How can I lose to a brat?! I am the strongest in the universe!"
"Haa! Da-da-da-da-da!"
Frieza's punches rained down like a frantic storm, desperate to find an opening.
Gohan's body swayed through the blur of fists with ease, then countered with a single, heavy punch.
THUD!
The blow connected squarely with Frieza's solar plexus.
A terrifying shockwave of energy blasted through Frieza's body, erupting out of his back.
The force sent Frieza flying, but Gohan's hand shot out like a vice, clamping onto Frieza's arm.
Then began "Master Son's Exclusive Massage." Holding Frieza in place with one hand, Gohan used the other to deliver a systematic, brutal pummeling.
Frieza's body jerked with every impact, blood spraying from his mouth as he was reduced to a literal ragdoll.
He was completely dazed, his mind shattered by Gohan's relentless combinations.
Even Goku winced at the sight. "That's... that's a bit brutal."
With a final roar, Gohan swung Frieza around and hurled him into the stratosphere.
Gohan then placed two fingers to his forehead, focusing his ki into a single point.
"HAAAAA...!"
"Special Beam Cannon!"
The devastating beam of spiraling energy lanced through the sky, piercing straight through Frieza. The emperor's quest for revenge came to a swift, final conclusion.
Frieza found himself right back in his cherished Paradise. Or rather... Hell.
A group of little angels noticed Frieza hanging from his tree again and greeted him with cheerful smiles.
"Lord Frieza is back! Let's give him a warm welcome!"
As the angels began to sing and dance around him, the veins on Frieza's forehead throbbed. He mashed his teeth together, glaring at his surroundings.
"Son Gohan!! Turles!! I'll kill you both!!"
Frieza felt like the galaxy's biggest joke. He had spent months in grueling training, arrived full of confidence, only to hit a brick wall and get thrashed even worse than before. His pride wasn't just wounded; it was pulverized.
"Turles... Son Gohan... Just you wait... Next time... Next time I will kill you both! If I don't get my revenge, I am no longer Frieza!!!"