Several days later, at the site of the Cell Games...
28KS-5, northwest of Central City, had once been an obscure little place. Now, thanks to an unusual tournament, it had drawn the attention of the entire world.
At some point, a square arena measuring a hundred meters on each side had appeared there, with a pointed stone pillar standing at each of its four corners.
Cell, the arena's owner, had already been standing there with his eyes closed for a long time.
Over a thousand meters away from the arena, a reporter and his cameraman hid cautiously behind a rock.
Their camera was trained on Cell, broadcasting live footage of the tournament site to the entire world.
"Viewers, there are now less than fifteen minutes until the Cell Games begin! Aside from us, not a single person has arrived! Wait... I see a car! It looks like our great hero, Mr. Satan, is here!"
A luxury stretch limousine approached from the distance and finally stopped beside the arena.
Draped in a cape and dressed in a flashy outfit, Mr. Satan stepped out of the car.
"Wow! It really is Mr. Satan! He's come, just as he promised!"
Once the reporter recognized the newcomer, he shouted excitedly.
His voice caught Mr. Satan's attention. Mr. Satan immediately raised his right hand toward him and beckoned with his index finger.
"Viewers! Mr. Satan seems to be asking us to come over! In that case... we absolutely cannot let him outdo us!"
"Viewers, the world's bravest reporter and cameraman are about to bring you the closest footage of the Cell Games!"
The reporter and his cameraman hurried excitedly toward Mr. Satan and soon reached his side.
The reporter immediately raised his microphone and began the interview. "Mr. Satan, what are your thoughts on this