Mr. Satan

After the two registered, Son Goku and the others also went to register.

Because the junior division matches started first, after Son Goku and the others registered, they went to the World Martial Arts Tournament venue to watch Son Goten's match.

At this moment, Son Goten was standing nonchalantly on the competition stage, looking at the little boy standing in front of him.

The little boy, shirtless, made a "white crane spreads its wings" motion with his hands, provoking Son Goten.

"You two contestants, if there are no problems, shall we begin?"

The referee said.

The little boy immediately retreated and stood in position after hearing this.

"Then I now announce, the first match of the junior division is now officially starting!"

"Hah!"

Upon hearing this, the little boy immediately let out a loud shout and powerfully punched towards Son Goten with his right fist.

But before the little boy's right fist could even reach Son Goten's face, Son Goten's right fist had already landed on the boy's nose.

The little boy let out a scream, his body stiffened, and he fell backward onto the ground.

"Xiao Wu!"

The little boy's mother shouted.

Seeing this, the referee immediately began the countdown.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven... zero, contestant Son Goten wins!"

Son Goten yawned with a bored expression after hearing this.

If it weren't for the ten million prize money, he wouldn't have come to participate in such a boring competition.

After winning his match, Son Goten immediately jumped off the stage, letting others take the stage.

The matches proceeded quickly, and Son Goten and Trunks easily advanced to the finals.

"Audience and contestants, next is the final match of our junior division. The contestant who wins this match will not only receive a ten million prize, but also the chance to challenge the world champion, Mr. Satan!"

"Mr. Satan!"

The audience below immediately became excited upon hearing this.

Many of them were fervent fans of Mr. Satan, and hearing that they could witness Mr. Satan's heroic figure made them overjoyed.

On the second floor of an ancient building beneath the World Martial Arts Tournament arena.

Mr. Satan was leisurely lying on a chair, smoking.

A staff member suddenly opened the door and walked in.

Seeing this, Mr. Satan quickly put down his raised foot.

"What is it?"

"It's nothing, Mr. Satan. It's just that this is the final match of the junior division. I wanted to ask if you'd like to watch the match!"

Mr. Satan chuckled.

"What's so interesting about a children's match? If you have nothing else, you can leave."

"Okay, Mr. Satan!"

The staff member immediately left the room after speaking.

As soon as Mr. Satan saw the staff member leave, he got up and looked out the window towards the competition stage.

Son Goten and Trunks were already standing on the stage.

Mr. Satan found them somewhat familiar but couldn't recall where he had seen them before.

"Then, contestant Son Goten, Trunks, if there are no other issues, shall we begin the match?"

The two nodded.

Then, they stomped their feet on the ground, their bodies moving like the wind to appear before each other, and their fists and kicks flew towards each other.

"Whoosh..."

Bang bang bang!!

While moving rapidly, the two fiercely clashed with each other.

Mr. Satan, watching this scene from the lounge on the second floor, was immediately astonished by their powerful abilities.

Even if these two participated in the adult division, they could likely achieve excellent rankings.

After a moment of surprise, Mr. Satan suddenly remembered Son Goku and Trunks from the Cell Games.

"Could... could they be the children of those blonde monsters?"

Mr. Satan swallowed.

He had witnessed Son Goku and the others fighting Cell back then, and he knew very well in his heart that it was not him, but Son Goku's group, who had destroyed Cell.

He had spread such a huge lie back then for fame and profit.

"If it's really them, then I definitely have no chance of winning!"

Mr. Satan thought to himself.

If he were defeated, his lie about defeating Cell would surely be exposed.

At that time, he would become the target of public criticism.

"Damn it! What should I do!"

On the tournament stage.

Trunks, due to the vast difference in strength between the two, could only continuously defend against Son Goten's attacks.

Vegeta, standing on the topmost railing of the spectator stands, couldn't bear to watch any longer and chose to leave.

"Vegeta, you're not watching anymore?"

Son Goku asked.

"Not watching. There's nothing interesting to see anyway!"

Videl, standing next to Gohan, looked confused.

"Gohan, why would he say there's nothing interesting when Gohan and Goten are having such an exciting match?"

Gohan chuckled dryly, unsure how to explain for a moment.

The reason Vegeta wasn't watching the match was very simple: Trunks couldn't defeat Son Goten.

If... Trunks could defeat Son Goten, then Vegeta would definitely watch the entire match and might even show off in front of Son Goku.

"Uh... you'll know in a bit!"

Gohan didn't explain directly but chose to hint.

If he explained directly, he would surely offend Bulma and Vegeta.

"In a bit?"

"Yeah!"

Gohan nodded.

Videl immediately turned her gaze to the tournament stage.

Bang!!

With a heavy punch, Son Goten sent Trunks flying off the stage.

"Trunks is out! Son Goten wins! Congratulations to contestant Son Goten, the champion of the junior division!"

The referee loudly announced to the crowd below.

The audience below immediately cheered.

Videl saw this and seemed to understand something.

On the second floor of the lounge, Mr. Satan's heart grew even more panicked upon seeing Son Goten win.

Because their match ended too quickly, he hadn't thought of any countermeasures at all.

Just then, a knock suddenly sounded at the door.

"Mr. Satan!"

"Come in!"

Mr. Satan said, forcing himself to remain calm.

The staff member outside the door immediately opened it and walked in.

"Mr. Satan, the junior division champion has been decided. It's time for you to go on stage and compete against him!"

"Alright, I know. Can you go out first? I'll be there in a moment!"

"Yes, Mr. Satan!"

After the staff member finished speaking, he immediately withdrew from the room.

Seeing the staff member leave, Mr. Satan wanted to sit for a while longer and think of a plan, but he heard loud shouts from outside.

"Satan! Satan!"

Seeing the audience's enthusiasm, the pressure in Mr. Satan's heart increased significantly.

However, at this point... he could only brace himself and go.

After making up his mind, Mr. Satan walked towards the martial arts tournament venue with heavy steps.

This path, which was originally not long, felt so difficult to walk for Mr. Satan at this moment.