Mr. Satan sat below, puffing on a huge cigar. "Pirozhki won't make the same mistake Carroni did!" The chubby fighter swung his arms and spun around at incredible speed, charging at Cell.
"Pirozhki is going in for a fierce attack!" Cell stood perfectly still, and Pirozhki promptly surrendered and rolled off the stage. The host couldn't believe what he'd just seen. Hercule smiled. "It's all just a trick."
"They even rigged the tournament ring! What a bunch of underhanded crooks. But I'll expose their trick myself!" Hercule strode grandly onto the stage. "Fueled by anger over his disciple being deceived, Hercule has returned to the ring!"
"Look! Our hero has taken off his cape and removed his glorious championship belt. That's right, the superhero we all admire, Mr. Satan, has arrived!"
"This match will decide Earth's fate. Our world martial arts champion, Mr. Satan, has been eagerly awaiting this fight, and he's made a statement we can all trust!" Just then, Hercule reached into his shirt and pulled out something.
"Mr. Satan seems to have taken something out. It's a Capsule—he's brought out a Capsule!" He tossed it to the ground, and a travel bag appeared. "There's a huge travel bag inside the Capsule. What could be in it?"
Everyone was curious about what the bag might contain. Hercule pulled out several roof tiles. "Roof tiles! There are roof tiles inside! Mr. Satan is carefully stacking them up."
Krillin had already lost all hope in these people. He wanted them to hurry up and die. He knew Hercule was about to do his famous tile-breaking act, but the host and the others were amazed. "Fifteen tiles! He's stacked fifteen tiles high!"
Hercule smiled and took a deep breath. "Concentrate. Mr. Satan is gathering his strength. Quiet, everyone!" Suddenly, he brought