Hercule Satan: Shouldn't Have Shown His Face

Overseas Kame House.

Master Roshi, Oolong, Ox-King, and the old Sea Turtle all gathered together, their eyes glued to the television. Ranfan had also been brought to Kame House by Krillin. The group eagerly awaited the outcome of the Cell Games.

"Master Roshi, do you think Goku has any hope of winning?" the Ox-King asked anxiously.

"Even if you ask me, I don't know. Their level has long exceeded my imagination. There should still be some hope, right?" Master Roshi scratched his head, looking helpless. There are more and more strong people on Earth. He, the God of Martial Arts, is no longer worthy of the title. Isn't the Ox-King asking him this a way of putting him in a difficult position?

"Don't worry, even if Goku loses, there's still Bulla and Luo Fei, they're very strong too." Oolong lay sprawled on his seat.

"Oh right, and Son Gohan too."

"Isn't Gohan under the Five Elements Mountain, following Taishang Laojun?" Master Roshi asked, puzzled.

Oolong curled his lip. "I'm talking about Goku's son from another world."

"Oh, you mean Goku and Chi-Chi's child?" Master Roshi said, suddenly realizing. "That child is quite good, having inherited the true essence of the Turtle School. Actually, I think Goku and Chi-Chi would be quite a good match."

"Master Roshi, it's too late to say all this," said the Ox-King.

"What a pity, what a pity."

Master Roshi sighed. He really hoped that a successor like Son Gohan would appear in the Turtle School. Although Bulla was also very good, she was a girl after all and would eventually get married!

Thousands of miles away.

In another upscale villa on Earth, a blond man was also staring intently at the television screen. Although he couldn't see anything clearly, he was constantly taking notes in his notebook.

"This... is amazing! The match has just begun, and Mr. Goku has already displayed such astonishing power. This is the kind of match I've been hoping to see!"

"It's a pity I can't be there to see it in person, otherwise it would be worth dying for."

The blond man was moved to tears, wishing he could immediately fly to the Cell Games venue.

"We must invite Mr. Goku to participate in the next World Martial Arts Tournament. Only with their participation can the World Martial Arts Tournament truly be called the World's Number One. I really hope to host another high-level competition!"

"I wonder if we can invite them to the 27th World Martial Arts Tournament next year. But with the Cell Games involved, will the Martial Arts Tournament still be able to be held as scheduled next year?" The blond man thought worriedly as he opened the window of his room and looked at the dark red clouds on the horizon.

At this moment, dark red clouds pressed down from the mountaintop, as if a giant city were about to collapse at any moment.

Cell Games Venue.

Goku, now a newly transformed Super Saiyan 2, has not yet fully mastered his power and is gradually showing signs of fatigue when facing the formidable Cell Jr..

Another brief encounter.

Goku quickly retreated, standing on the edge of the broken Martial Arts Arena, panting heavily, his energy flickering and dimming.

"Hehe, Goku, you're no match for me. You'd better admit defeat now!"

With his hands behind his back and one leg crossed, Cell Jr. looked mischievous. If you didn't know Cell Jr.'s identity, you would really think he was an innocent child.

Goku gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, sighed regretfully, and then withdrew his aura, the golden energy dissipating.

"It seems my training is still insufficient; I am indeed no match for you. I concede defeat in this battle."

Goku raised one hand and shouted to Son Gohan, "Gohan, it's your turn now!"

"OK."

Son Gohan posture and walked off the field with a resolute expression.

"Hey, wasn't it supposed to be me who went?" Seeing that his father had asked Son Gohan to fight instead of him, Bulla muttered, a look of displeasure on his face.

Luo Fei quickly hugged Bulla and gently stroked her delicate cheek. "Don't be silly. Cell's strength is extraordinary. Just watch quietly."

"Oh." Bulla, who was being held by Luo Fei, suddenly stopped struggling and murmured softly, "If Gohan loses too, can my cousin defeat Cell?"

"Of course," Luo Fei said arrogantly.

"What's going on? Why was someone else chosen?"

"Did Mr. Goku lose?"

Thousands of meters away, seeing the battle suddenly subside, the staff of various television stations emerged from a thick cloud of sand and dust, their cameras pointed towards the arena. They were astonished to see Goku walk off the arena and replace him with a young man dressed in the same orange-red martial arts uniform.

"That young man looks just like Mr. Goku..."

"Perhaps he's Goku's brother." He racked his brains for all the information he had about Goku, but there was no information about Son Gohan.

"Since Mr. Goku arranged for that young man to participate, he must have high hopes for him. Perhaps that person's strength is no less than Mr. Goku's."

"Is this... is this even possible?"

Goku is undoubtedly the number one martial artist on Earth, and it's hard to imagine any other martial artist who can rival him.

"Ah, what just happened to me? Who ambushed me? Huh, has the match already started? Let the great Mr. Satan go, I will definitely expose Cell's hypocritical disguise."

Dazed and confused, Hercule Satan, rubbing his bumpy head, staggered over from afar. Seeing the bewildered and panicked faces of the reporters, he immediately puffed out his chest and began to boast.

The TV crew was stunned; they couldn't believe there were such shameless people in the world.

"Hercule Satan, you are no longer qualified to participate in the competition."

"Why?" Hercule Satan's face flushed red with indignation. "I am also an excellent martial artist. I was just caught off guard and ambushed. I didn't even have time to use my Ki Blast!"

They inwardly scoffed, but for the sake of Earth's safety, they still advised, "Stop fooling around. Mr. Goku already admitted defeat. Do you think you can compare to Mr. Goku? Cell's strength is terrifying. Don't cause any more trouble."

"What?!"

Hercule Satan was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but feel disheartened. Even Goku had lost... So, he really shouldn't have shown his face.

"Ha, then I'll pass." Hercule Satan laughed awkwardly.

"..."

Seeing Hercule Satan retreat, the crowd felt a sense of contempt, but did not continue to pursue the matter. Although Hercule Satan's arrogance was annoying, he was not inherently evil, except for being somewhat shameless. Moreover, with the world facing a crisis, no one had the time to deal with such a clown.

The group's attention was naturally drawn to the meeting room.

Hercule Satan smacked his lips sheepishly and lay prostrate on the ground, no longer wanting to make a fool of himself.

In the distance, Son Gohan appeared and revealed his Super Saiyan 2 form. Compared to Goku, Son Gohan's Super Saiyan 2 was more mature and more powerful. In an instant, his strong aura clashed violently with Cell Jr.'s energy. The two figures, shining with intense light, stood on the Martial Arts Arena like dazzling light sources.

The sky suddenly split in two.

Everyone stared in astonishment, their mouths agape, and the television crew were speechless for a long time.

Then came a surge of smug joy. "So Mr. Goku was confident in sending that young man onto the field; there's still hope for Earth!"

Son Gohan's strength was naturally formidable. After a brief standoff with Cell Jr.., a fierce battle ensued. Instantly, a strong wind arose, chaos ensued, and golden flames shot into the sky. Bang bang bang, Son Gohan and Cell Jr.. engaged in a fierce battle, with one attacking and the other defending.

Clang! Clang clang!

Lightning flashed, and afterimages appeared between the sky and the ground from time to time. In just a few seconds, the two clashed thousands of times. Perhaps because both of them suppressed their auras to a similar degree, they fought to a standstill, with no clear winner.

Whoosh!

The two people, each carrying a streak of light, collided and instantly struggled to retreat.

A sudden stillness descended upon the void. The thunderous roar from the impact was delayed for a moment before rapid shockwaves spread outwards from the point of collision. Son Gohan and Cell Jr.. clashed head-on, without any fancy moves; every attack aimed directly at the opponent's vital points.

Cough!

A smear of blood gushed from his mouth. Son Gohan's expression changed slightly, but he wasn't too anxious. He quickly moved away.

He hooked his foot and struck Cell Jr.. hard in the face, sending him flying. Then he spread his arms and continuously released Ki Blast.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

At that moment, Cell Jr. touched his cheek, his deep brown pupils flashed with divine light, and his body suddenly disappeared.

When it reappeared, it was already beside Son Gohan, raised its fist, and slammed it down with all its might. Due to the speed, the tip of its fist shone with a bright light.

Son Gohan's expression turned cold. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and turned around to block.

Boom!

With a single punch, the ground trembled, and invisible energy rippled through the earth's crust, creating concentric waves. Son Gohan a thousand meters deep into the earth.

The next second, a cluster of dark figures burst out from the crater, Son Gohan performed several backflips, standing tall and straight on the shattered arena.