This Is Definitely Not Dragon Ball!!

"It's Master Yamcha and Master Krillin from the Kame School!"

"And Master Tien and Master Chiaotzu from the Tsuru School!"

"Even the Demon King Piccolo is here!"

Watching Tien, Yamcha, and the others fly in from the distance, the martial artists gathered below the arena buzzed with excitement.

The Kame School and the Tsuru School were recognized as the two strongest martial arts schools on Earth. Tien, Yamcha, and the others, as disciples of these schools, had always performed exceptionally well in the World Martial Arts Tournament. Despite their young age, they were incredibly powerful and widely respected as martial arts masters, earning great fame.

Unlike ordinary martial artists, they represented the pinnacle of Earth's martial arts!

"Hey, Tien, Chiaotzu, you made it after all!"

"This is Cell's challenge to the entire world. Of course, we couldn't miss it."

Although Master Roshi and Master Shen were bitter rivals, their disciples, Tien and Yamcha, got along quite well. They exchanged a few words and greeted the familiar martial artists below.

"Piccolo, I didn't expect to be fighting alongside you again."

Krillin, who was naturally friendly, walked up to Piccolo and smiled.

Piccolo had been their comrade in many battles. Although he had a bad temper and always acted like the whole world was his enemy, he was a reliable ally when it came to fighting together.

"Hmph, I'm just here to see what this Cell guy looks like, the one who even made Kami feel threatened."

Piccolo snorted coldly and spoke indifferently.

As they spoke, everyone's eyes turned to Cell on the stage—

"Even though I've already prepared myself, seeing him in person is still terrifying."

"A monster like that is beyond our capabilities. Probably only Lord Yuujin and Lady Gokumi can handle him."

Yamcha sighed, his expression complicated.

He had always been confident in his strength, considering himself one of the top martial artists on Earth.

But the Cell before them was simply too powerful. The aura he emitted was overwhelmingly terrifying, and this was just the tip of the iceberg. If he were to unleash his full power, who knows how horrifying it would be?

The gap between them was too obvious. Without even fighting, they knew they were no match for him.

While Yamcha and the others were sizing up Cell, Cell was also observing them.

"I see."

"So, it's Tien, Yamcha, Krillin, Chiaotzu, and Piccolo from this world. No wonder they're so strong."

Cell felt a hint of surprise.

In his world, Tien, Yamcha, and the others had already been killed by Android 17 and 18. Although he had never met them, his data contained information about them, and his body even contained some of their cells.

However, compared to the data in his records, the Piccolo, Tien, and others from this world were far stronger.

Of course, Cell was only slightly surprised. Even though they were stronger, they still weren't worthy of his attention.

If the other martial artists were like insignificant ants, then these guys were just slightly larger ants!

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!!!

At that moment, the sound of helicopter blades echoed through the air as several helicopters approached from the distance.

"Are those TV reporters?"

"Perfect timing. Let them broadcast the upcoming battle to the entire world so all of humanity can watch."

A smirk appeared on Cell's face as he muttered to himself, choosing not to destroy the helicopters.

It would be quite entertaining to let the world watch as their martial artists, and even their gods, were defeated by him!

"Everyone watching at home, we've arrived at the scene! We've arrived at the scene!"

"That's Cell! That's Cell!"

"Many martial artists have gathered here, and they will represent Earth in the Cell Games."

"We'll continue to bring you the latest updates, so stay tuned! Stay tuned!"

A male and female reporter in the helicopter were speaking loudly into their microphones, broadcasting the scene to the world.

This was a game that would determine the fate of Earth and humanity. People were both nervous and filled with anticipation.

As time passed, fewer and fewer martial artists arrived. However, everyone was still waiting, waiting for the true protagonists of the day—their Lord Kami and Lady Gokumi—to make their appearance.

But before Kami and Gokumi arrived, an unexpected participant showed up.

"D-damn it! My stupid car had to break down at a time like this!"

"My legs, my legs are about to give out!"

Leaning on a cane, Mr. Satan and his two disciples limped into view.

Eager to defeat Cell and make a name for himself, Mr. Satan had set out three days ago. Unfortunately, their car broke down along the way, forcing them to walk the rest of the distance.

The group looked disheveled and exhausted, having endured countless hardships on their journey.

"M-master, we're here! Look!"

One of the disciples suddenly shouted in excitement. Mr. Satan looked up and saw the tournament arena ahead, with many martial artists gathered there.

For a moment, Mr. Satan felt like crying.

We're here… we're finally here!

Damn you, Cell! Setting the tournament in such a remote location to weaken my strength. But you won't succeed!

Now that I, Mr. Satan, have arrived, I'll beat you to a pulp in front of the whole world and show you the power of my Satan Punch!

"Hahaha, hello, everyone!"

"I'm Satan, Mr. Satan!"

"Hahahaha…"

Suddenly, his back didn't hurt, and his legs didn't ache anymore. With fame and glory within reach, Mr. Satan felt like he could leap up five floors in one go. He ran to the base of the arena and began greeting the other martial artists.

The entire arena fell silent. All the martial artists, including Cell on the stage, stared at Mr. Satan with strange expressions. Mr. Satan, however, felt even more pleased.

They're all looking at me! Everyone's looking at me!

They must be in awe of myvinvincible charisma, hahahaha!!!

Just as Mr. Satan was lost in his narcissistic thoughts, Krillin, his face twitching, couldn't help but speak up:

"W-what's going on? How can someone so weak dare to come here?"

"His energy is indeed very weak. I could barely sense it until he got closer."

"That gentleman must be a passionate martial artist. Even though he knows he's weak, he still wants to stop Cell. What a good man."

Tien said, looking at Mr. Satan with admiration.

To charge forward despite knowing the enemy is stronger—that's the true spirit of a martial artist!

"I-is that so?"

To be continued…

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