Cell and Son Goten stopped fighting. "Nicely done! Honestly, I didn't expect our battle to be this thrilling!" "Me neither!" "That's how a fight should be! All right, let's go."
Mr. Satan suddenly shouted, "There! In that damaged spot—they disguised the mechanism with camouflage and hid it there!" He pointed at the broken section of the arena floor.
The host was skeptical, but still believed Mr. Satan. "Even a strange trick like that can't fool my eyes!" "As expected of the world's greatest martial artist—our very own Mr. Satan!"
Suddenly, the sky trembled as the two began fighting in midair. Bisha looked up, watching the shadows moving overhead. "Where are they...?"
Everyone looked up in confusion. The host scratched his head. "They're up there, Mr. Satan..." When Mr. Satan showed no reaction, he immediately called to the cameraman, "Cameraman, up there! Up there!"
The cameraman quickly pointed the camera skyward. The audience stared at the TV screen, but couldn't see a thing—just blue sky and white clouds. On Kame House Island, Master Wu Tian was also watching the live broadcast.
"The camera can no longer capture their battle. It looks like this fight is incredibly intense!" The two were simply moving too fast; almost no one could follow them.
Even Krillin and the others sometimes had trouble keeping up with their speed. "This is no good. They're both moving far too fast. Even we can't catch sight of them for a moment."
The two slammed into each other and came crashing down, trading blows near the edge. Goten nearly got knocked out of the ring by Cell. They continued fighting at the edge, and just as Goten was about to fall, he leaped up and counterattacked, kicking Cell toward the edge.
Cell charged at Son Goten. Their speed and reflexes