Hercule Satan

"Promoting combat sports?"

The TV reporter was startled, then horrified. "At a time like this, they still have the mind to pull these tricks? Even if they want to challenge Cell, they shouldn't send a fighter who's not very strong. Get them out of here!"

There are countless experts on Earth; it's hardly the turn of an unknown Hercule Satan.

World Fighting Championship, though sounding fancy, are really just a bunch of amateurs who can't become martial artists entertaining themselves. They might have had a market a few decades ago, but nobody cares about them now.

"Perhaps in their hearts, Cell is just a bluffing clown, after all, Cell's appearance is too deceptive." The photographer pointed to Cell Jr.. standing in the center of the ring.

He wasn't very tall and didn't look particularly ferocious; on the contrary, Cell Jr. in his Perfect Form actually looked quite handsome.

"But the fact that the other side destroyed an entire city is undeniable."

The reporter's tone wasn't very friendly. Cell's strength was undeniable. Although we don't know exactly how powerful he was, he was definitely not someone that ordinary fighters or martial artists could handle.

"Perhaps they don't believe it."

"What era are we living in? Are there still people that stupid?"

"There are always ignorant people in any era, and besides, not everyone knows the power of martial artists," the TV station staff member said casually.

"..."

The reporter was speechless. It's important to understand that development is extremely uneven across the globe. Even today, with widespread information technology, some places remain very isolated, and some mountainous areas still live a primitive life of slash-and-burn agriculture. For them, the development of the outside world is irrelevant.

The power of martial arts masters is mainly spread in some advanced cities.

"Hopefully, that Hercule Satan isn't a fool, or he'll suffer."

He shook his head, his concerned gaze sweeping over Hercule Satan and his group.

The importance of the Cell Games is self-evident. The King Furry of the Earth Kingdom made it very clear that it concerns the life and death of humanity, and only the most elite fighters can participate. Even if the staff of the World Fighting Championship wanted to promote themselves, they should have considered the occasion and not caused trouble during the Cell Games.

If Cell is angered, a massacre might ensue.

Even if the Earth possesses Dragon Ball bestowed by a great Kami, it would still inevitably cause serious consequences.

Over there, Hercule Satan, dressed in a flamboyant manner, arrived at the Cell Games ring surrounded by staff from the World Fighting Championship. They had gone to great lengths to promote the World Fighting Championship, and the camera gave Hercule Satan a close-up shot. Hercule Satan stood with his hands on his hips, chin raised, laughing heartily.

"Don't be fooled by Cell, there aren't that many powerful fighters in the world."

"It was all just Cell bluffing."

"Today, let the world-renowned fighter, Mr. Satan, personally expose Cell's hypocritical mask."

The staff of the World Fighting Championship were lavishing praise on him, practically calling Hercule Satan the world's most powerful fighter. Knowing the purpose of their visit, Hercule Satan raised his hands in a victory pose.

"Don't worry, everyone. Cell is just a kid. How could he possibly be a match for me, Hercule Satan? He's already terrified to have summoned a master like me. Although my strength can't compare to Goku and the others, one hand is enough to deal with him."

Hercule Satan laughed triumphantly, "Don't worry, I'll go easy on you since you're just a child."

"Look, Mr. Satan is already confident."

"As expected of Earth's strongest fighter, he saw through Cell's true nature long ago."

"Idiots!" Cell coldly watched the performance of these clowns, not taking them seriously at all. Even if he absorbed their energy, he wouldn't get much, and he would even be corrupted by their stupid aura.

"Hahaha, Cell dares not refute this."

"Of course, because he's nothing but a fraudster who deceives the world."

"Ah, what a shameless fellow."

"A child will always make mistakes, so let's not be so harsh on him."

Cell's indifference emboldened the group, who clamored and plotted how to use the game to make the World Fighting Championship famous worldwide. Hercule Satan, too, became arrogant amidst the hype and even began to think that Cell was nothing special.

They completely forgot that all of this was just their speculation.

After removing his cloak and stretching his limbs, Hercule Satan climbed onto the arena and stood opposite Cell.

"Cell, I've seen through your trick. You didn't actually destroy the city, did you? Those scenes were just special effects you created. I must say, your special effects are incredibly deceptive; so many people have been fooled. But I'm different. I saw through the trick at a glance."

"You definitely have a powerful special effects team behind you. Whatever your purpose, once you meet me, your ambitions will not succeed."

Hercule Satan stood tall and proud, full of confidence, pointing a finger at Cell and even twisting his body, making various provocative gestures towards Cell.

His provocation, further amplified by the praise of the World Fighting Championship staff, was transformed into a symbol of bravery and fearlessness.

People around the world, watching on television and unaware of Hercule Satan truth, began to suspect that it was all Cell's trickery. However, the majority of people in the world were rational and, influenced by martial arts culture, were not fooled by Hercule Satan's sweet talk.

Knowing the power of martial artists, they were disgusted by Hercule Satan's sweet talk.

"Court death."

Cell raised an eyebrow, his cold gaze fixed on Hercule Satan, and an overwhelming killing intent surged forth.

Hercule Satan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He couldn't help but shiver and looked around in confusion, finally seeing Cell, who was covered in coldness.

"Could this child really possess immense power?"

Hercule Satan shuddered, looking at Cell with disbelief. "How is that possible? Even Goku at this age is only slightly stronger than his peers. How could there be someone in the world more talented than Goku?"

"I must be imagining things."

"Hey, that guy with the afro has some nerve, daring to provoke Cell like that!"

"Ignorance is bliss!"

"He's in for a rough time." Reporters from various television stations shook their heads, all taken aback by Hercule Satan's audacity.

"On another note, just how strong is Cell?" a staff member from a television station asked, puzzled.

"Anyway, he's very strong. I have a relative who works at the Earth Kingdom headquarters and knows some inside information. I heard that Cell was the Bulma who first revealed Cell's information to King Furry, which is why King Furry reacted and issued a notice to the whole world."

"So that's how it is. We can't disbelieve what Miss Bulma said. Cell is actually a terrifying guy!"

"It seems that only Mr. Goku can save us this time."

"Well, let's ignore that Hercule Satan and just wait for Mr. Goku and the others to appear."

"Right."

The office of the Earth Kingdom.

The King Furry and his high-ranking officials gathered together, watching the live television broadcast with serious expressions. When they saw the performance of Hercule Satan and the staff of the World Fighting Championship, their faces turned grim.

What on earth are these guys up to?

"Mr. Goku hasn't arrived yet. It's incredibly foolish to provoke Cell at this time. They have no idea how terrifying Cell is."

"I think the World Fighting Championship should just be canceled!"

"Agreed!"

"Quiet down, everyone. Keep watching. Mr. Goku and his companions should be appearing soon." The King Furry waved his hand, and everyone quieted down. They all had complete trust in Goku, after all, Goku and his friends had saved the Earth more than once.

The show was about to begin. Cell ultimately adhered to the rules of the game and did not kill Hercule Satan prematurely, since killing him would only dirty Satan's hands. However, he did not let Hercule Satan off easy either. Cell simply blew a breath, and a terrifying storm instantly swept up from the spot.

The powerful fan blew Hercule Satan over the head, sending him flying thousands of meters before he crashed into a rock some distance away.

With a scream of agony, Hercule Satan saw stars, staggered, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

The scene fell silent instantly.

At this moment, the staff of the World Fighting Championship were also dumbfounded. They stared blankly at the scene in front of them, shuddered, and broke out in a cold sweat.

His face was filled with bewilderment as he looked at Cell.

Cell is indeed a person of genuine talent and ability.

Their provocation is utterly suicidal.

A sense of fear welled up in their hearts. With their lives threatened, these people completely forgot the purpose of their trip and scattered like birds and beasts. Seeing their dispersal, those sitting in front of the television knew they had been deceived and became furious, spitting and cursing.

"Damn liar!"

"What fighters? They're the ones who are just seeking fame and fortune."

"In crucial moments, we still need Mr. Goku and the others!"

At that moment, several dazzling spots of light appeared in the sky, and several figures flew in from a distance.

Throw! Throw! Throw!

A dozen beams of light fell, Goku and the other warriors arrived as scheduled, standing on one side of the Martial Arts Arena. Upon seeing them arrive, Cell opened his brown eyes, and his cold face finally showed some emotion, with a faint smile appearing on his lips.

"Goku and the others have finally arrived. It's a pity Android 17 and Android 18 aren't here, otherwise we could have evolved again." Cell shook his head, slightly disappointed, not seeing Android 17 and Android 18 in the crowd.

His gaze swept over Goku and the others, then suddenly stopped on Son Gohan, and his expression instantly turned ugly.

"Son Gohan, he actually came to this world too."

"Hmph, what a persistent fellow."

"However, I am no longer the person I used to be. Since absorbing another version of myself from this world and King Cold, my power has increased again, and I can use him as a scapegoat!" Cell thought to himself with confidence.

What made him happiest was probably absorbing the other Cell who came to this world and the Android King Cold some time ago.