Mr. Satan strode toward Cell with his head held high, step by step solid and powerful. The pain caused by jumping off the plane had subsided, and he was full of vigor at this moment. Seeing that Goku and others no longer competed with him, he felt a sense of pride rising from the bottom of his heart. I am the world champion!
He took off his belt and swung it toward the sky, then flung it aside gracefully.
"All audiences around the world, have you seen it? Mr. Satan has taken off his championship belt and is ready to teach Cell a lesson! Mr. Satan will make the monster Cell submit to his iron fist!" The reporter shouted excitedly, almost shouting his throat hoarse—more tired than Mr. Satan himself.
Cell was too lazy to deal with this kind of character, his eyes narrowing slightly, sending out a signal to fight.
But Mr. Satan didn't understand Cell's signal. Instead of being intimidated, he raised a palm to face Cell, startling everyone. Was this to launch a ki blast? Krillin's eyes widened, but he couldn't feel any accumulation of energy.
"Wait, I'll let you see this first." Instead of launching ki blasts, Mr. Satan took out a universal capsule from his pocket, and inside the capsule was a bulging pack of tiles.
Mr. Satan didn't pay any attention to the crowd and just stacked the tiles up to his waist.
"No way..." The Saiyans beside the stage held their foreheads one after another, dumbfounded.
Mr. Satan thought he had frightened them, so he was even more proud. He took a deep breath, raised his palm, and slammed it down. "Crack crack crack crack..." His hand smashed like a heavy hammer, and the tiles were broken layer by layer, leaving only the last piece unbroken.
"As expected of Mr. Satan! Such terrible destructive force—if it hit Cell, I really can't imagine it!"
The reporter bragged wildly and almost broke the microphone. Mr. Satan took a deep breath while covering his red and swollen hands and continued the next performance. He pointed at Cell and shouted: "Cell, die!"
"Whoosh—" A long wind blew past, and the audience fell into an embarrassing silence.
Goku was dumbfounded, Vegeta was dumbfounded, Krillin was dumbfounded, and Raditz, who knew such a thing would happen, was also dumbfounded.
Even Cell was dumbfounded. He didn't expect such a foolish person to exist in the world, and he was almost stunned by him—nearly spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Mr. Satan is really something. He's the only human being who can make the corners of Cell's mouth twitch." Raditz saw Cell's slight expression and couldn't help "admiring" Mr. Satan's ignorance and fearlessness.
However, Mr. Satan didn't know his place. After the announcement, he rushed up and punched Cell's head hard.
"All audience friends around the world, did you see that Mr. Satan hit Cell with a punch! Cell didn't respond! He couldn't keep up with Mr. Satan's speed! Oh! Mr. Satan punched several times in a row, so fast that I could barely see the shadow of his fist—Cell probably can't see it either!"
"Wow wow wow! The iron fist of justice hit Cell continuously! This monster can only bear it silently and has no power to fight back! Mr. Satan has the upper hand and succeeded in his attack!"
Halfway through the reporter's speech, he finally lost his breath and panted heavily. He was definitely the most tired person in the audience. Even Raditz wanted to send him some water to moisten his throat.
The audience followed this routine, screaming in surprise at Mr. Satan's fierce attack in the camera, shouting "Satan! Satan!" through the sky.
The reporter who had lost his voice didn't rest for a few seconds before he cheered up again, shouting at the top of his voice: "Here we come! Mr. Satan's special move—180 degrees in the air, invincible phantom... Shadow..." The reporter's voice was interrupted and he couldn't speak anymore.
The unbearable Cell finally glared Mr. Satan off the stage with one look. The fragile Mr. Satan was blown away by his aura, rolled several times embarrassingly, and fell out of bounds.
"Mr... Mr. Satan... out of bounds!" The reporter lowered his hand in disbelief, his face dripping with sweat and pale. Mr. Satan had actually lost—he never expected such an ending.
"It's over... Earth..."
At this moment, Krillin whispered to Gohan, "I almost wanted to cheer for Cell just now."
"That's not good to say." Gohan also smiled wryly.
But the distraction finally went out of bounds, and the noisy atmosphere suddenly became serious. Raditz stepped into the ring ahead of Goku and Vegeta.
Everyone was amazed and looked over one after another.
"Sorry, I want to be the first to play. This Future Cell—I'm angry with him." Raditz shook his long hair. "I'm looking for you."
According to Cell's information, Raditz had very strong combat power, even surpassing Goku, so he dared not underestimate him. Seeing Raditz enter, he immediately lowered his arms and became serious.
"Are you the first one?"
"I want you to regret becoming perfect." Raditz said calmly, but his eyes were full of coldness.
Cell couldn't help but shudder, and a chill rose in his heart. Even facing Goku, he had never felt this way—it was the first time since he became a perfect body!
When the two confronted each other, Mr. Satan stood up again holding his injured head and hurriedly explained to the reporter that he had just slipped and would play later.
Having said that, both the fighters present and the people in front of the TV breathed a sigh of relief, especially the reporter who wiped the sweat from his brow, his voice becoming calm again: "It turns out that Mr. Satan just slipped accidentally—everyone don't worry, Mr. Satan will be on stage again after a short break. Before that, let's see one of those strange guys fighting Cell!"
The reporter handed the microphone to Mr. Satan: "Mr. Satan, how long do you think this long-haired man can last?"
Mr. Satan put on the appearance of a master: "You can tell by his appearance that he doesn't understand martial arts at all. Cell probably only needs one minute to deal with him. If it was me, thirty seconds would be enough. It seems that my rest time will be very short. Hahahaha!"
Mr. Satan was still laughing, not even noticing the difference between the two opponents. For a person to be so ignorant and arrogant was truly remarkable.
The Saiyans on the other side cast contemptuous glances.
Raditz and Cell on the stage were not affected by Mr. Satan at all, their eyes interlocked, ready to fight.
"HAH!" Raditz erupted into golden flames, and the wild energy rolled like a raging wave, rushing in all directions. Mr. Satan and others couldn't bear it at all. As the air currents rolled away, the helicopter in the sky was also buffeted, isolated by the shockwaves.
Gohan and Krillin protected Dende and Cargo, while Yamcha and Tien stood in front with one hand raised to avoid the impact of the fierce storm.
"So powerful! As expected of my brother." Goku couldn't help but whisper.
At this moment, Cell felt tremendous pressure, which made him tremble like never before!
"Raditz, you are truly powerful!" Cell clenched his fists around his waist, and with a light shout, a burst of golden flames also erupted. His aura rose like a sharp sword, mixed with overwhelming pressure, making people feel bone-piercing chill.
Mr. Satan and everyone fell to the side embarrassingly, being hit by wind and sand on their cheeks, staring stupidly at the golden light on the stage, mouths agape...