A Foreshadowing of Annihilation

Cell sensed that Sun Wukong's energy was very weak, but there was clearly no fatigue in it.

"Don't tell me Wukong wants to be a coward? Hahahaha, the invincible Sun Wukong is actually afraid to face me."

Cell excitedly sensed Wukong's faint energy, because to him, killing Sun Wukong now would be as easy as crushing an ant.

Very soon, Cell teleported to Wukong's side. Cell looked excitedly at Sun Wukong before him, though his treatment of Sun Wukong was much better than that of the other Saiyans.

"I'll give you two choices. Either surrender on your own, and I'll choose to let you die quickly, or be beaten into surrender by me. If that happens, I'll make sure you die miserably."

Sun Wukong said nothing, merely raising his power in silence, vainly hoping to fight against Cell, who possessed the power of future warriors.

"Oh? Looks like you're choosing the second path. Fine!"

Cell's face turned ferocious, the excitement on it impossible to suppress. But before the two sides started fighting, what was needed most was mockery. Wukong simply did not have that much to say, while Cell was different.

"I thought you were hiding your energy. Turns out the gap between us is just too huge. The energy I feel from you is like that of an ant."

Wukong transformed into Super Saiyan 1. His hair turned yellow, and his eyes took on a blue sheen, as if he were completely different from the Super Saiyan from before. His muscles began to swell, and the whites of his eyes gradually swallowed up those blue irises.

Wukong transformed into the limit state of Super Saiyan 1. He looked like a miniature Broly, except not green, but tinged with red.

"Kaio-ken!"

Cell looked at Wukong, wanting him to fight him in his strongest form. If it were anyone else, Cell would not have had this kind of patience.

"Kaio-ken times two!"

The muscles of Wukong's body swelled again.

"Mm, very good."

Cell nodded, as if acknowledging Sun Wukong's strength. Wukong knew as well that if he did not fight with everything he had now, then the last remaining hope would be gone.

Wukong rushed toward Cell at high speed like a spinning top, then immediately followed up with a kick. Cell was sent flying by the two strikes, offering no resistance, only closing his eyes and accepting Wukong's attacks.

As Cell flew, Wukong drove a leg into his waist. That one blow made Cell spit blood, but before he could hit the ground, Wukong clasped both hands together tightly and hammered them down onto Cell's stomach.

Cell was smashed hard into the ground, bursts of white smoke rising. But as we all know from Dragon Ball's plot, where there's smoke, there's no damage. Soon, the smoke dispersed, and Cell stood up from the ground, patting the dust off his body.

"Now, it's my turn, right?"

Cell had somehow turned a one-on-one fight into a turn-based game. He teleported in front of Wukong and kicked him in the face. With that single blow, Wukong was beaten to the verge of passing out, but he forced his body to stand through sheer conviction.

"Oh? Just that one hit, and you're already almost done?"

After mocking him, Cell did not hold back. He simply condensed a beam of light in his hand, but the beam was very thin, about as thick as a chopstick.

Just as Wukong stood up, Cell struck him with that beam. Unlike before, when he had used his body to tank attacks, this blow pierced straight through Wukong's body.

And the beam fired at an extremely high frequency. Wukong's knees, thighs, arms, abdomen—every place visible to the naked eye—had not a single intact spot left. They were all holes.