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Chapter 257 - Chapter 257: The First Person to Play

Some of the audience in front of the TV were frightened by the two Cells, some were nervous about the appearance of fighters such as Mr. Satan, and some cheered for seeing Goku and others.

This was a battle that determined the fate of the world. People who had experienced the attack of metal creatures clearly knew that Cell wasn't bluffing, and monsters had the ability to destroy the world! If the people of Earth lost, the result could be imagined.

"Mr. Satan and the fighter team have arrived at the scene. We can see that Cell is pretending to be calm at the moment. I think he must be terribly scared inside." The reporter shouted loudly, and the camera pointed at the indifferent Cell.

"Here we come! Our world champion Mr. Satan is the first to jump!"

The helicopter slowly approached the ground, and Mr. Satan couldn't wait to show his skills. He turned over and fell, his white cape billowing dramatically. With a snap, he landed firmly!

This appearance shocked the audience, and people thousands of miles away shouted for Mr. Satan.

Mr. Satan looked coquettishly at the camera, trying to squeeze out a confident smile, but his face was dripping with sweat. His handsome fall just now had caused severe pain in his legs, and he was already crying and wailing in his heart, but relying on the self-training of a first-class actor, Mr. Satan abruptly held back the tears from the corners of his eyes, forced a smile on his weathered face, raised his arms and made a "V" for victory sign.

"Mr. Satan's mighty appearance shocked Cell, and his confident smile made Cell dare not look directly at him!" The reporter was still hyping up Mr. Satan. "Oh! A gesture of victory—Mr. Satan is bound to win!"

Following Mr. Satan's exit, other fighters also fell to the ground one after another. At this moment, a ray of light streaked in the distance, like a meteor falling from the sky!

"Uncle Piccolo!" Gohan exclaimed in surprise.

"He's finally here." Raditz smiled. When he had notified Piccolo, this tsundere had pretended to be indifferent, but he couldn't help but come.

The flame faded, and Piccolo landed on the corner of the stage, looking coldly at the two Cells.

The reporter pushed his glasses, looked dazed, and hurried to Mr. Satan's side: "Mr. Satan, this man can fly! And... there's a strange light on his body, like a flame..."

"This, this... this is a stunt! Hahaha, I think this is the same technique used by Cell—a trick like hanging wires, it's just child's play! As for the light, it may be some kind of high-tech effect."

"That's right! Mr. Satan saw through their tricks at a glance. He really deserves to be the world champion." The reporter nodded repeatedly.

The rest of the fighters also expressed their agreement and even advised the martial artists on the spot not to do those fancy things—that strict self-training was the right way.

Raditz and his party had arrived one step earlier and were already waiting nearby. They couldn't help being stunned when they saw Mr. Satan and other fighters appearing one after another and talking nonsense.

"Are they here to be comic relief?" Krillin's mouth twitched, his face full of helplessness.

"Are they going to fight too?" Zangya covered her mouth in shock. She couldn't figure out where Mr. Satan and the others got their courage.

Raditz smiled: "People think we're the ones making trouble."

As soon as the words were finished, the reporters who were busy with their work really did notice them. "You guys are together, and you even brought children here? This isn't a place for you to play!"

Goku raised his hand and said, "We're also here to compete."

"You guys?" The reporter glanced at these strangely dressed figures, waved his hands and said, "Don't be kidding—I said this isn't a place to play! Go back and watch TV!"

"But... those men might die." Goku pointed to the lead Mr. Satan and spoke bluntly.

The reporter was stunned for two seconds, then burst out laughing: "Hahaha, I'm dying of laughter! Give him a shot! Let people all over the world see this idiot—he actually said that the strongest champion in the world will die... Can they defeat Cell? I never thought there would be such fools in the world."

"Don't worry about them. They might be people from some remote place. Just let them see my strength, and then they'll understand." Mr. Satan saw that Raditz and others were wearing unusual clothes, especially Vegeta and other Saiyans wearing tight jumpsuits, which had long been out of fashion—they must be people who had never seen the world.

Mr. Satan thought to himself that he should show tolerance and not argue with them, using his strength to conquer them later. These people were probably going to clamor for apprenticeship! Thinking of this, Mr. Satan admired himself and couldn't help raising his hands and roaring.

He could imagine the scene of the audience cheering wildly for him, immersed in fantasy and smugness.

In a large company on Earth, the employees gathered in front of the TV. On this day, they put down their work and paid attention to the ending of the Cell Games.

"Hahaha, these people are really stupid to say such nonsense." The young man laughed disdainfully.

"Yeah, not even close to Mr. Satan. What country bumpkins."

This was followed by a series of laughter.

"I think those people are more likely to defeat Cell." Suddenly, a middle-aged man's voice came from behind the young man. This man had gray hair, was wearing a light-colored shirt, and had sharp eyes hidden behind his glasses.

"President Shen, you said they're better than Mr. Satan?"

"That's what I think." Shen nodded, then said nothing more.

The staff on the side quietly spread the word: "Hey, I heard that the president also participated in the World Martial Arts Tournament before and even entered the semifinals."

"Really? I can't tell that he's so strong."

"Of course it's true. Since then, President Shen has redoubled his efforts to achieve today's achievements through constant struggle."

Everyone huddled together and whispered, but Shen recalled the scene many years ago and remembered the images of Goku, Piccolo, and even Yamcha very clearly. It was after that tournament ended that he realized the essence of struggle and changed his life.

While people were cheering for Mr. Satan, Shen silently supported Goku and others.

On the ring, Cell scanned the crowd and finally said: "Everyone is here, so the game begins. Who will go first?"

"I will!"

The voices of Goku and Vegeta sounded simultaneously.

Vegeta always took the lead in this situation. Unexpectedly, Goku would also step forward. The two looked at each other in surprise.

"Kakarot, do you want to go first?"

"That's right. I want to fight against Cell who is in full condition." Goku smiled, obviously his fighting spirit was already boiling.

Before Vegeta could object, Mr. Satan yelled loudly: "You guys, don't decide the order arbitrarily—this battle will be fought by me!"

Mr. Satan didn't want people to steal his spotlight. He would go out first and finish off his opponent quickly. This was the attitude of a champion. It would be bad to be disrupted by this group of people.

The reporter followed a few steps and advised, "Don't hold Mr. Satan back... Really!"

"It's the same for everyone. Hurry up." Cell was already a little impatient, but obviously he didn't count Mr. Satan among his opponents—his eyes were fixed on Raditz.

"Of course I am the world champion!" Mr. Satan didn't give Goku and the others a chance and walked forward directly. "Cell, I will knock you down and make you admit your mistakes in front of the people of the world!"

With grand rhetoric and powerful boxing stances, Mr. Satan finished his entrance.

Krillin froze in place, too shocked to speak.

"Then let him be the first one. Anyway, it will be over soon." Raditz said lightly. It was unreasonable to argue with some people, especially people like Mr. Satan.

The present Cell also stepped off the ring, giving up his position to the future Cell, and stood next to the corner post.

The battle was about to begin.

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