Mr. Satan

After the two of them signed up, Son Goku and the others went to register as well.

Since the junior division matches started first, Son Goku and the others headed to the World Martial Arts Tournament arena after registering to watch Son Goten and the others compete.

At that moment, Son Goten stood casually on the stage, looking at the little boy standing before him.

The little boy wore no shirt and held his hands in a White Crane Spreads Its Wings pose, provoking Son Goten.

"If neither contestant has any issues, shall we begin?"

the referee said.

Hearing this, the little boy immediately stepped back and got into position.

"Then I hereby announce that the first match of the junior division begins now!"

"Ha!"

Hearing this, the little boy immediately shouted and threw a powerful right punch at Son Goten.

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

The little boy screamed, his body stiffened, and he fell backward onto the ground.

"Xiao Wu!"

the little boy's mother shouted.

Seeing this, the referee immediately began counting down.

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

Hearing this, Son Goten yawned boredly.

If not for the ten million prize, he would never have come to take part in such a boring competition.

After winning his match, Son Goten immediately jumped down from the stage and let the others compete.

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

"Contestants and spectators, next is the junior division final! The winner of this match will not only receive a prize of ten million, but will also earn the chance to challenge the world champion, Mr. Satan!"

"Mr. Satan!"

The spectators below immediately became excited.

Many of them were die-hard fans of Mr. Satan. Now that they heard they could witness his heroic bearing, they were naturally overjoyed.

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

Mr. Satan was lounging leisurely in a chair, smoking.

A staff member suddenly opened the door and walked in.

Seeing this, Mr. Satan hurriedly lowered his raised feet.

"What is it?"

"It's nothing, Mr. Satan. This is the junior division final, so I wanted to ask whether you wanted to watch it!"

Mr. Satan smiled.

"What is there to watch in a children's match? If there's nothing else, you can leave."

"Understood, Mr. Satan!"

After saying that, the staff member immediately left the room.

After seeing the staff member leave, Mr. Satan immediately stood up and looked out the window toward the arena.

Son Goten and Trunks were already standing on the stage.

Mr. Satan found the two of them familiar, but he simply could not remember where he had seen them before.

"If contestants Son Goten and Trunks have no other issues, then let the match begin?"

The two nodded.

Then, they stamped their feet against the ground and shot toward each other like the wind, throwing powerful punches and kicks at one another.

"Whoosh..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The two moved at high speed as they fiercely exchanged blows.

Mr. Satan, who was in the second-floor lounge, was immediately stunned by their tremendous strength when he saw this.

Even if the two entered the adult division, they should still be able to achieve excellent rankings.

After being stunned for a while, Mr. Satan suddenly remembered Son Goku, Trunks, and the others he had seen at the Cell Games.

"C-Could they be the children of those blond-haired freaks?"

Mr. Satan swallowed hard.

Back then, he had witnessed Son Goku and the others fighting Cell, and he knew very well that it had been Son Goku's group, not him, who had defeated Cell.

He had only told such a huge lie back then for fame and fortune.

"If it really is them, then I definitely stand no chance!"

Mr. Satan thought to himself.

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

When that happened, he would become the target of public scorn.

"Damn it! What am I supposed to do?"

On the arena stage.

Because the gap in strength between them was too great, Trunks could only keep defending against Son Goten's attacks.

Vegeta, who stood atop the highest railing in the spectator stands, could not bear to watch any longer and chose to leave.

"Vegeta, aren't you going to watch anymore?"

Son Goku asked.

"I'm not watching. There's nothing worth seeing anyway!"

Hearing this, Videl, who stood beside Gohan, looked puzzled.

"Gohan, their match is so exciting. Why would he say there's nothing to watch?"

Gohan gave an awkward laugh, not knowing how to explain it for a moment.

The reason Vegeta did not want to watch this match was simple: Trunks could not beat Son Goten.

If... Trunks could beat Son Goten, Vegeta would definitely watch the match to the end. He might even show off in front of Son Goku.

"Um... you'll know soon enough!"

Rather than saying it outright, Gohan chose to hint at it.

Because if he said it directly, he would definitely offend Bulma and Vegeta.

"Soon?"

"Yeah!"

Gohan nodded.

Hearing this, Videl immediately turned her gaze toward the arena.

Bang!

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

"Trunks is out! Son Goten wins! Congratulations to contestant Son Goten for becoming the champion of this junior division tournament!"

the referee loudly announced to the audience below.

Hearing this, the spectators immediately cheered.

Seeing this, Videl seemed to understand something.

On the second floor of the lounge, Mr. Satan became even more terrified when he saw Son Goten win.

Their match had ended too quickly, and he had not thought of any way to deal with it at all.

Just then, a knock suddenly sounded from outside the door.

"Mr. Satan!"

"Come in!"

Mr. Satan said, forcing himself to remain calm.

Hearing this, the staff member outside immediately opened the door and entered.

"Mr. Satan, the junior division champion has been decided. It is now time for you to go out and compete against him!"

"Alright, I understand. Go out first. I'll come in a moment!"

"Understood, Mr. Satan!"

After saying that, the staff member immediately left the room.

After seeing the staff member leave, Mr. Satan wanted to sit for a while longer and think of a solution, but then he heard loud cries coming from outside.

"Satan! Satan!"

Seeing how enthusiastic the audience was about him, Mr. Satan felt the pressure in his heart grow even greater.

But at this point... he could only force himself to go through with it.

Having made up his mind, Mr. Satan immediately walked toward the tournament arena with heavy steps.

What was originally not a long walk now felt unbearably difficult to Mr. Satan.