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Chapter 256 - Chapter 256: The Stage

Ten days later

Time flies by, and ten days seem like a snap of the fingers. After Raditz and Zangya, other people also entered the Hyperbolic Time Chamber to practice one after another, and the room was almost never vacant.

The people who emerged were full of energy, their strength having increased rapidly. Among them, Tarble and Nappa had broken through to surpass the Super Saiyan realm, their strength climbing to the second tier. In addition, the strength of Krillin and Tien had also improved rapidly, becoming extremely formidable after unleashing twenty times Kaio-ken!

Everyone gathered at the temple, ready to depart. Raditz also wanted to bring the healing Namekians Dende and Cargo. It would be much more convenient to have Dende and Cargo on the scene when senzu beans were in short supply.

"Hey, little baldy, have you improved much?" Pepara teased Krillin when she saw him, as if she wanted to get his attention.

Krillin was not to be outdone and folded his arms in reply: "Hmph, if I were a Saiyan, I'd definitely be stronger than you!"

"What did you say?"

"Do you dare to face my Destructo Disc?"

"What's so great about that? I don't believe you can do it!"

Pepara and Krillin bickered back and forth, and instead of being hostile, the two had fun arguing.

The rest of the people also took their positions, gearing up eagerly.

Even Android 16, who was repaired by Bulma, asked to join and came to the temple early.

Vegeta swept everyone coldly and finally fixed his gaze on Goku: "Kakarot, I will definitely surpass you this time!"

"Haha, let's work hard together." Goku smiled.

"Huh!" Vegeta snorted coldly, then flew out first, heading straight for the outskirts of Central City. He had always gone his own way and didn't care about other people's opinions. At this moment, he only wanted to defeat Cell to prove himself.

Seeing Vegeta speeding away, Raditz smiled helplessly: "Then everyone follow up, let's go!"

"Right!"

After responding in unison, more than a dozen streaking flames shot across the sky, and the temple suddenly became empty and lonely. Kami and Mr. Popo looked at the distant figures and didn't look back for a long time.

At the same time, Earth had also recruited many participating fighters, such as Mr. Satan, the new world champion after Earth's rebirth. In addition, there were other martial artists who had been recruited. Before the tournament, they had written declarations of war against Cell with shared determination and boasted that they would defeat Cell in front of audiences from around the world.

Mr. Satan even hugged his golden belt and declared: "Cell's tricks are all illusions. Blowing up the floor is just a bluff using explosives planted in advance! Facing me, the world champion, he will lose!"

Mr. Satan, who was very good at stirring up the crowd, shouted to tens of thousands of people in the live broadcast, holding up the golden belt, his voice inspiring. In fact, Mr. Satan at this time did have genuine confidence. He was one of the few people in the world who could split twenty tiles with his bare hands and tear a phone book in half!

The massive crowd also erupted, and mountains of voices called out Satan's name, the noise spreading to the sky.

"Satan!"

"Satan!"

As people shouted, the plane descended from above the stadium, and the live broadcast camera shifted so that people all over the world could see the departing figures of the heroic martial artists. This was a confrontation on behalf of Earth, and all who fought were heroes saving the world.

Mr. Satan waved to the people calmly and gracefully, then walked toward the helicopter. The cheers overwhelmed the roar of the plane, drowning out all noise like a tide. Immediately afterward, other fighters also boarded the plane one after another and left the venue under people's watchful eyes.

Hosts and cameramen broadcast the scene on every TV channel in the world, and everyone could see the heroic appearance of these people.

It's just that some people frowned and sighed, looking very disappointed: "Why are there no martial artists from the World Martial Arts Tournament? They should appear."

"It's okay, aren't these world champions and famous fighters enough?"

"Far from it. The previous contestants all used ki attacks. I've seen it with my own eyes. Cell's tricks aren't magic or buried explosives. That's ki! Ki energy!"

"Grandpa, are you joking?" The young man raised his arms and shouted, "Mr. Satan is the strongest! He can defeat Cell!"

Now the idol of young people had become the world champion Mr. Satan. Who didn't like Mr. Satan, who was humorous and capable! Those martial artists from ten years ago lived in seclusion and weren't as well-known as Mr. Satan. In recent years, there weren't many people who remembered them.

Because martial artists had fought against metal creatures and returned to the public's field of vision again, it caused a wave of enthusiasm—otherwise no one would care about them at all. But many people who clung to hope still pinned their faith on the once-glorious names. Looking at the screen wasn't for Mr. Satan and others' performance, but to see Goku and others appearing at the Cell Games!

Not only ordinary viewers, but even the King sat in his chair watching TV intently, with complicated emotions. He was very old, but the appearance of the boy who once defeated Piccolo would always be engraved in his memory, and he firmly believed that this hero would appear again!

The guard beside him said with a smile: "I think it's useless for Cell to be stronger if Mr. Satan is involved."

The King did not speak, with a bitter smile on his face.

"Perhaps so."

As a king, he naturally understood the importance of Mr. Satan and others at this moment. Whether they could defeat Cell was one thing, but they carried all the hopes of humanity and were the sustenance of the spirit.

Too many things had happened on Earth recently—the attack of metal creatures, the invasion of alien forces, the inexplicable destruction and resurrection, and now Cell. People had just emerged from under the clouds and could no longer bear more blows.

The King could only pray silently now, hoping that Cell could be defeated.

He looked at the screen again and saw that the live broadcast had switched to below the plane. The huge venue was spread out across rocky terrain, with four pointed towers standing at the four corners. To everyone's shock, there were two identical Cells!

The face of the photographer carrying the camera on the helicopter suddenly turned pale, and the camera trembled toward Cell, shaking constantly.

People's scalps went numb, and their faces were full of disbelief as they rubbed their eyes. How could there be two? Twins? There were duplicate copies of such a terrifying thing!

The King stood up from his seat, his eyes widened, and he almost threw himself in front of the TV!

"This man is very similar to him..." The King's focus wasn't on the two Cells, but on the few people standing at the edge of the Cell Games arena. One of them had exactly the same features as Goku when he was a child.

Sure enough, they were here!

Many people saw the silhouettes of those martial artists and couldn't stop cheering, raising their arms and shouting—some even burst into tears.

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