As the smoke cleared, two enormous craters appeared in the ground.
"Ha ha ha! Sun Wukong, you should be the one to come up next. Trash like Piccolo and Tien Shinhan would only be throwing their lives away!"
Cell laughed maniacally. Having killed those two annoying ants put him in an especially good mood.
Sun Wukong, standing at the edge of the arena, showed no expression at all.
Cell found that a little strange.
According to the data, wasn't Sun Wukong supposed to care deeply about his companions?
Piccolo and the Heavenly Realm had died, so how could Sun Wukong not be sad at all?
A flash of insight crossed Cell's mind, and he abruptly turned to look at the two craters on the ground.
Piccolo and Tien Shinhan slowly rose from the craters, blood staining the corners of their mouths.
Their auras had not weakened in the slightest.
"Didn't both of you take one of my punches? Your internal organs should have been shattered. How can you still move?!"
Cell was completely dumbfounded, but his face instantly turned cold.
Those two probably had something that could save their lives.
He refused to believe they could recover even after being blasted completely to ashes.
When it came to Senzu Beans, Cell reacted far faster than the Frost Demon Race.
Just as he was about to attack again—
"I surrender!"
"I surrender!"
Tien Shinhan and Piccolo spoke in unison.
They had only come up to vent the resentment in their hearts.
They knew they couldn't defeat Cell. If they didn't surrender, were they really supposed to die?
Cell: "..."
After being tangled up with by two ants for so long, not only had he failed to kill them, but they had even surrendered!
He felt especially stifled.
"Hmph, it doesn't matter.