At the top of the Lookout, Yuujin, Gokumi, Chi-Chi, Android 18, and Dark Android 18 emerged from the training grounds. Bulma and Tights, who had been waiting outside, quickly approached them.
"Geez, you guys! The Cell Games are about to start!"
"Many martial artists have already gathered at the venue. I thought you were going to be late!"
Seeing Yuujin and the others appear, Bulma secretly breathed a sigh of relief but then complained. "We were preparing a few special moves to deal with Cell, so we're a little late.~"
"There's still some time before the games start. We won't be late."
"By the way, have Vegea and Celipa come out yet?"
After calming Bulma down, Yuujin asked.
"Not yet. They've still locked themselves in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber without any movement."
Bulma replied, and Yuujin couldn't help but frown slightly.
Although only three days had passed outside, three years should have passed inside the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Why hadn't Vegea and Selipa come out yet?
"Never mind, let's not wait for them."
"You guys guard the Lookout. Gokumi and I will go to the Cell Games and take care of that Cell guy."
"Don't worry about the Lookout. We'll take care of it. That Cell is too dangerous, so you all need to be careful too."
After exchanging a few words of caution, Yuujin, Gokumi, and the others didn't linger any longer. Leading the hundreds of Red Silk Girls who had also been waiting outside, they erupted with energy and flew down from the Lookout…
…
"Master Krillin, what are your thoughts on this match? Do you think Earth's martial artists can defeat that android called Cell?"
"Although it's unfortunate, with our strength, it's almost impossible for us to defeat Cell."
At the base of the arena, a reporter was interviewing Krillin, who shook his head and answered honestly.
"Master Krillin, you're one of Earth's finest martial artists! Even the Guardian has praised your strength multiple times at the World Martial Arts Tournament. Are you saying even you can't win?"
The reporter couldn't help but express surprise.
"Ah, even we can't do it. Cell is just that kind of terrifying monster."
"Can't you feel his energy? It's so overwhelming it makes you tremble. Probably only Lord Yuujin and Lady Gokumi have the power to stand against him."
Krillin's bitter smile appeared on all television screens, and people around the world who were following the Cell Games couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Even Master Krillin said so. It seems that android called Cell is really a horrifying monster!
But just then, a man with a bushy mustache and an afro suddenly squeezed into the TV camera's view—
"What nonsense! Admitting defeat before even fighting? Is that how an Earthling martial artist should act?!"
"Krillin, you've really disappointed me!"
The mustached man suddenly appeared, pointing at Krillin and scolding him, leaving Krillin completely stunned.
Krillin thought to himself, *I'm just telling the truth. By the way, who are you, mister?*
Oh, right! That ridiculously weak guy called Mr. Satan!
"Everyone on Earth, please don't believe this bald Krillin's nonsense."
"That android Cell is just some arrogant fool who doesn't know his place."
"Just wait! I, Mr. Satan, will be the first to step onto the stage and defeat him with my righteous iron fists, exposing his weak true nature!"
Mr. Satan stood in front of the TV camera and declared loudly, then proceeded to show off a few flashy moves.
"What's with this guy? He's saying Master Krillin is spreading rumors?"
"That Cell easily destroyed an entire city, and he's calling him weak?"
"Mr. Satan? Where did he come from?"
"He's not among any of the world's famous martial artists. He must be some kind of fraud!"
"Move! Move! Stop blocking the camera!"
Mr. Satan, feeling smug and self-satisfied, had no idea that viewers around the world were already cursing him out.
This was a real world, after all. People weren't idiots. Krillin and the others had repeatedly proven their strength at the World Martial Arts Tournament, and their power was undeniable. For some unknown clown to suddenly jump out and question Master Krillin—anyone with half a brain could tell who was telling the truth.
"Ah… ahhh…"
"That… that idiot!"
Mr. Satan was still basking in his own glory, but his two disciples were huddled together, trembling.
Master, Master, it's fine if you brag and act crazy at home, but now you're doing it in front of all these famous martial artists and the entire world! Do you have to be this insane?
They wondered how they had been so blind as to fall for his tricks and become his disciples. Mr. Satan's two disciples secretly decided that after this, they would definitely leave his school and never have anything to do with him again!
"Hahaha…"
"Krillin, you got scolded by that Mr. Satan!"
Yamcha slapped Krillin on the shoulder and laughed heartily.
Krillin was also speechless. That guy was ridiculously weak, yet he had the nerve to lecture him. Where did he get all that confidence?
"Sorry, Krillin. Maybe I misjudged him."
Feeling a little awkward, Tien also spoke up.
Earlier, he had thought Mr. Satan was a righteous and passionate martial artist who wasn't afraid of strong enemies. But now it seemed he was just a delusional frog in a well.
Although everyone was utterly exasperated by Mr. Satan, neither Krillin and the others nor the other martial artists paid him any attention.
They were all respectable figures. There was no need to bother with someone like him.
However, while everyone ignored Mr. Satan, he only became more energetic.
"Hey, Cell, is it time yet?"
"If you're scared, just surrender now! I, Mr. Satan, can barely hold back my desire to punish you with my iron fists!"
Pointing at Cell on the stage, Mr. Satan shouted loudly.
Krillin and the other martial artists broke out in a cold sweat. *You idiot! You can act crazy all you want, but don't provoke Cell!*
You're going to die, aren't you? You're definitely going to die!
Looking at Mr. Satan, who provoking him, Cell on the stage couldn't help but twitch his mouth.
How does a buffoon like this exist on Earth?
But should you even respond when an ant bites you?
Cell certainly wouldn't.
With a light snort, Cell ignored him.
Thinking that Cell was afraid of him, Mr. Satan became even more smug, completely unaware that he had just narrowly escaped death.
Krillin and the others also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment, they had thought Cell would blast Mr. Satan with an energy wave.
That guy is ridiculously weak yet so arrogant. He's really lucky, huh?
Since even Cell couldn't be bothered with him, naturally, no one else would interfere. Let him do as he pleased.
However, as time passed, everyone began to grow anxious.
The games were about to start. Why hadn't the Guardian and the others arrived yet?
But at that moment, an overwhelmingly powerful energy suddenly descended from the sky. Everyone, including Cell, couldn't help but brighten up and look toward the sky:
"They're here!"
To be continued…
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