In Cell's eyes, everyone on the ground deserved to die.
They all deserved to have their bones ground to dust and their ashes scattered!
He had lain low for so many years and worked so hard to reach his perfect form. Why couldn't he be invincible?
Why did he still have to be trampled underfoot?
Unforgivable. Absolutely unforgivable!!
Amid his towering rage, Cell's body rapidly regenerated.
On the ground.
Krillin asked worriedly, "W-why don't we hurry up and kill him while he's hurt?"
Yamcha leaned closer to him. "Don't worry. Gohan and Goku are both here. Cell won't be able to cause any trouble."
"But speaking of which, what's the deal with this Gohan fighting Cell?" he asked Krillin in a low whisper.
He looked rather furtive.
Krillin whispered, "I heard space-time has been getting messed up lately, and people from other timelines have come here. This Gohan probably came from another timeline."
"Something like that actually happened?"
One-Armed Son Gohan looked up at Cell, who had already finished regenerating in the sky.
He felt it was about time to end this game.
High in the sky.
Cell panted, his chest heaving.
Then he drew a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.
Rather than continuing his mindless attacks, he descended from the sky and planted his feet firmly opposite One-Armed Son Gohan.
Staring at Son Gohan's icy face, Cell came up with a plan and decided to try provoking him.
"Hmph, Son Gohan, you've been dodging this whole time. Do you dare take my attack head-on?"
One-Armed Son Gohan really wanted to call him an idiot.
Did you forget how that beam clash ended just now?
But he felt Cell deserved even more despair and pain.
So he said, "Oh? Why wouldn't I dare?"
Cell sneered. "Let's hope