World Fighting Championship Champion
Askari has grown up; her demeanor has lost its childishness and gained an elegant and serene air.
She looked very dashing and resembled her mother, Sephiria.
"Aunt Melutis." Askari nodded and stood obediently beside Sephiria.
Although Melutis doesn't manage affairs on Planet Sadala, she was once the Saiyan Queen of another planet, and her demeanor and strength speak for themselves. When Sephiria is away, she acts as a queen, and Askari respects her greatly.
"How come Askari grew up so early?" Melutis melodious voice.
"I've practiced spiritual cultivation in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber!"
"I see," Melutis in sudden realization.
When everyone met, there was a round of pleasantries. Bardock and Hertz hadn't seen Sephiria for a long time, so they naturally had a lot to report. After the greetings, the group sat down quietly and talked about things on Earth and the Planet Sadala. They weren't in a hurry to head to the location of the Cell Games, the District 5, which was eighty kilometers to the northwest.
The Cell Games are held in the Central City, which is thousands of kilometers away from the West City, but this distance is something that Roland and his group can cover in an instant.
Even without using Instant Transmission to travel, it would only take a few breaths.
"Sister Askari." Alice broke free from Roland's embrace at that moment.
"Hello, sister, my name is Alice."
Alice waved her arms, her soft, cute voice ringing in my ears.
Looking at the innocent and adorable little girl in front of her, Askari's clear, blue eyes lit up, as if she were seeing her past self.
"You must be Alice! What a lovely child. Shall I carry you and fly with you in a little while?"
"No, I can fly by myself."
As if to prove her abilities, Alice floated beside Askari.
"Haha, not bad, Alice can fly there by herself." Askari nodded, the corners of her mouth curving like a crescent moon. For some reason, she felt particularly relaxed when facing Alice.
"Sister, are you going to participate in the Cell Games too?"
"Of course, how could I miss something so fun!" Askari replied matter-of-factly.
"Ugh, I'm so envious. It's a pity I'm not strong enough, I can only watch." Alice pouted. "But I'll cheer you on."
"Mmm, just wait and see how big I am." Askari chuckled, pinching Alice's cheek; it was plump and felt wonderful to the touch.
Alice didn't like people pinching her cheeks, so she made a funny face and floated away again.
Askari and Alice were talking in hushed tones when Ifrivi and Ufia approached. "Your Highness, you should return to your own territory. The Askari Legion has grown rapidly in recent years."
"Oh, I'll go back after things are settled on Earth."
Askari waved her hand.
"I hope you remember this, so you don't end up not being able to find me again."
"How could that be? I always keep my word," Askari said earnestly.
Who are you kidding!
Ifrivi rubbed her forehead, not believing Askari's nonsense at all. Other faction leaders were all working hard to expand their territories, but their leader was always nowhere to be found when needed. How much time had Askari Legion actually spent on Planet Liushu since its inception?
He's always wandering around outside, showing absolutely no interest in the territory.
I've never seen such an irresponsible leader.
Well, Queen Sephiria is actually the same way; this mother and daughter really are of the same ilk.
After seeing Ifrivi and Ufia off, Askari checked the time and realized that the Cell Games were about to begin, so she impatiently urged them on.
Roland nodded slightly. "It's about time, let's go!"
"The District 5, eighty kilometers to the northwest, is quite a distance." Melutis smiled faintly.
"Just a few minutes," Sephiria said with a faint smile, looking at Launch and Tights. "Are you two planning to watch the live stream at home, or come with us to see it live?"
Launch's hair turned golden, and she raised her hand, shouting, "Of course we're going to the scene! There's no fun in watching it live, no matter what. Anyway, with Roland protecting us, nothing will go wrong!"
"I want to go to the scene too." Tights much quieter.
"Then you'd better keep up, we're very fast." Sephiria's beautiful eyes glanced at the Blonde Launch, who had been teaching her for so many years, but Blonde Launch's strength was still mediocre, and she had long been surpassed by Krillin and the others.
She had already given up on this apprentice; she might as well treat her as a maid.
Let's go!
"Hehe, I've been looking forward to this for a long time."
I hope you won't let me down.
Bardock and Hertz laughed heartily, and a faint golden light suddenly shone from their bodies, spreading out boundless pressure as their bodies transformed into a bolt of lightning.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
A dozen figures soared into the air, followed by a whooshing sound as they cut through the air, like a dozen sharp arrows shooting out, moving along a straight line, and in the blink of an eye turning into black dots and disappearing from sight.
The location where the Cell Games were held.
Eighty kilometers northwest of the District 5's outskirts.
The once beautiful suburbs have been turned into a flat wasteland after being bombarded by energy attacks, and even the slightly higher hills have been razed to the ground.
A biting wind swept through, whipping up wisps of yellow sand and adding to the desolate atmosphere.
Because Cell Jr.. publicly announced the Cell Games, this place transformed from an obscure little town into the focus of everyone's attention. Of course, when Cell first announced this news, there were many people who thought he was overestimating himself. After all, Cell Jr..'s appearance was too deceptive, and no one would think that an immature "child" would be a threat.
Until the Earth Kingdom took over the management of the competition.
Furthermore, the participants in the competition were announced as Goku, Piccolo, Chi-Chi, Krillin, and others—all world-renowned martial arts masters. The general public then realized that things were probably not as simple as they had imagined.
Was the Cell Games truly a battle concerning the survival of humanity?
A sense of unease suddenly arose in people's hearts.
In the days that followed, lengthy television news reports only exacerbated this unease, drawing the world's attention to this previously obscure little place as everyone awaited the start of the Cell Games. Throughout the process, however, no attention-grabbing fools like Hercule Satan from the original story emerged.
After all, basic martial arts skills have been developed on Earth now, and no one would be foolish enough to think that breaking ten bricks makes them a master.
In the center of the wasteland was a square arena with sides of 100 meters, and a pointed stone pillar stood at each of the four corners.
Cell stood in the center of the martial arts stage with his eyes closed.
Within a radius of several kilometers, television crews held their breath, focusing their cameras on the central arena, transmitting clear images through the cameras.
"Is everyone ready? The Cell Games are about to begin." A man who looked like a reporter was lying behind a rock with a microphone and binoculars, observing the distance.
"Everything is ready, but shouldn't we retreat a bit further? After all, this is a high-level battle; a single Ki Blast can wipe out an entire area. It's too dangerous for us to stay here."
The staff carried cameras; because they frequently interviewed martial artists, they had at least a basic understanding of their strengths.
The reporter hesitated for a moment, then said, "Then let's back out another kilometer."
With someone taking the lead, the staff from the other TV stations also retreated one after another. Just then, a cloud of yellow sand rose from the horizon, and a row of black objects was approaching. Soon they arrived near the Cell Games arena. It was a luxury car!
Sizzle!
The car left a long skid mark.
A man with an afro and a hooded hairstyle stepped out of the car, accompanied by a group of people.
The gold championship belt around his waist was particularly eye-catching.
"Who is that person?" the reporter asked the staff member next to him, pointing the camera at the other person with a puzzled look.
"It seems to be the World Fighting Championship champion, Mr. Satan."
Is it very famous?
"He has some fame and decent skills, though of course he can't compare to top martial artists. Two years ago, he participated in the 26th World Martial Arts Tournament as a fighter and passed the preliminaries to enter the qualifying rounds, but he was eliminated as soon as he went up."
"With this little strength, what's he doing here?"
"Maybe it's for promoting the fighting competition. Look at the people accompanying him; they're all staff members from the World Fighting Championship," the photographer said with a shrug, uncertainly.