He attacked again and again, giving it everything he had.
Mr. Satan fought desperately to show off, performing beyond his limits. At one point, he was so fired up that he felt as though he had endless strength.
Yet Talot stood there like an unshakable pillar, completely motionless.
To the untrained eye, Mr. Satan seemed to hold every advantage, and the entire audience cheered and shouted nonstop for him.
Outside the massive arena, the Blonde Referee was not someone incapable of reading the situation. But bound by his profession, he could only commentate on the match in his own way.
Even after a long while, Talot still had not struck back. He simply stood there, facing Mr. Satan.
At the end of the day, it was also a way of giving this so-called future savior of the world from the original story some dignity.
If Mr. Satan had not gotten involved with the Z Fighters and had his daughter marry the protagonist's son, someone like him would never have amounted to anything.
In other words, Mr. Satan's future role was simply to ease the financial burden on the future Son family.
You could not say he was not a bad person. Otherwise, there was no way he could have held onto the title of World Champion, much less that of savior.
But if you said he was good, Mr. Satan really was the sort who cheated and conned people.
Of course, everyone talked about Mr. Satan, and everyone wanted to become Mr. Satan.
After a frenzied barrage, Mr. Satan finally began to show signs of exhaustion. After throwing one final wild punch, he performed several backflips to retreat several meters, then stood there with his hair slightly frazzled, panting heavily.
"H-How was that?" Mr. Satan's exaggerated manner seemed especially familiar