Dragon Ball Super Universe

Chapter 293
On a bustling street near the king's palace, a super-large display screen was set up, which broadcast every word the host said live, and the audience below cursed one after another.

"Go away, you bad boy!"

"Stupid, get out of here! Idiot!"

"Go to hell, Mr. Satan, I will give you a monkey!"

A fat-looking woman shouted, and a man in black martial arts uniform pushed her and shouted: "Why did the teacher like you, a fat pig, don't insult my teacher!"

The cat king on the throne in the palace looked at the TV screen. He was very old, his beard was completely pale, and the cat's face was covered with wrinkles.

"This kind of country bumpkin who has never seen insomnia is really a headache. I have already said it very clearly. Don't they know how powerful Mr. Satan is? Make trouble!"

The host yelled on the TV, he looked at Satan with starry eyes, but Satan is the big tree above him, he will definitely hug this tree tightly.

"Add to the chaos!"

A man wearing a general's badge stood behind the king and said with a chuckle that he and the king had witnessed Satan's battle with his own eyes, and Satan's strength was much stronger than his.

The king frowned slightly, as if remembering something.

"This person... this person is very similar to the child who saved us from the big devil Piccolo..."

"You say him, how is it possible? That child is a disciple of the martial arts god Wutian teacher. How could this man with blond hair be him, and that child's hair color is black."

The general argued that when the big devil Piccolo imprisoned them all, he and the king witnessed the battle with their own eyes. He and Piccolo died together.

The king narrowed his eyes, and stared closely at Piccolo behind Pickup. This man reminded him of Piccolo the Great Devil more than ten years ago. Fortunately, he and Piccolo looked different.

"And that person is really disturbing. I always feel that he really misses the big devil Piccolo..."

"Aren't you joking? Big Devil Piccolo has already died with that young man. It is impossible for him to come back from the dead. You must be joking, my lord. The world is so big that there are only one or two people who look almost the same. Strange."

The general looked at Piccolo's face on TV, and his Adam's apple couldn't help twitching. He also felt that this guy looked very similar to the big devil Piccolo back then, but he looked younger than the big devil Piccolo.

"I hope so..."

Beside the arena of Shalu's competition, Pika said to Wukong: "Don't worry, even if this guy is dead, he can be resurrected with Shenlong, so don't meddle in other people's business, it's live broadcast now, don't you want to Let us embarrass ourselves with you, and let these people understand that the only way to speak is with fists, OK?"

"It's really... there's nothing I can do about you!" Wukong said helplessly with his waist in his hands.

The host held the microphone and looked in Satan's direction, and shouted: "Mr. Satan finally got impatient, and he threw off his cloak."

Satan took off the heavy golden belt from his waist, held it high, with a noble expression on his face, this was the only championship belt he had ever won.

"Mr. Satan has taken off the championship belt that represents glory!"

The tone of the host became more and more excited. Mr. Satan never left this belt. They never expected that they could see Mr. Satan doing the posture that won the championship at such a close distance. Someone once wanted to spend 3000 million to let Satan do it. With this action, Satan didn't bother him at all.

"Everyone, the time is up, the cell game is about to start! This game decides the fate of the world. Our hero, Mr. Satan, the champion of the World Martial Arts Championship, has been looking forward to this game for a long time."

Satan wore a belt and looked stern. Suddenly he ran to the place where he had put down the tiles and carried them all to the center of the ring.

Satan narrowed his eyes, sweat dripped from his forehead, he breathed lightly, and stood up.

Don't fail, you must succeed, this is a live broadcast, Satan, you are the strongest, you will definitely be able to split.

Yamucha slapped his face, and said helplessly, "He wants to..."

That's right, Satan is going to split the tiles. This is a technical job. The current world record is that one person splits [-] tiles. Satan directly visited [-] tiles. This means breaking the world record. ah.

"Hey..." Satan sneered.

"Mr. Satan is done, he is concentrating and gathering strength!"

"Ok?"

Satan jumped high into the air and stretched out his hand into a knife.Slash from top to bottom.

"Wow wow wow..."

These tiles were broken one by one and turned into pieces, but there were still intact tiles under his palm.

"Only...only one piece is left, it's...too amazing! Mr. Satan, one...one person forcibly split fourteen tiles, directly breaking the world record."

The people who heard the news began to cheer. Seeing Satan's calm appearance, they were all excited. Seeing that Satan split fourteen pieces so easily, then they have to use all their strength. Is it possible to achieve the goal? Twenty pieces, this is not the same as defeating Cell.

Seeing everything Satan did, Shalu couldn't help but cursed 'idiot' inwardly!
Satan suddenly pointed at these broken tiles and drank to Shalu: "Look at these tiles, this will be... what you will look like in 1 minute!"

"It's so exciting, our hero Mr. Satan, I'm totally moved."

Satan put his hands on his waist and thought proudly: This is exactly the scene I expected, great!
The host held a microphone in his hand and said to the camera: "Shalu, who has spoken big words, must be trembling with fear in the face of Mr. Satan's power, but even if he repents now, the people of the world will not forgive you!"

Pickup looked at Satan and a thought flashed in his mind. Why do many people in the world think that Satan is the strongest person in the world? You must know that Wukong had many people who were much stronger than Satan when he participated in the No. [-] Budokai in the world when he was a child. , Don't those who have watched the game know.

Pika has thought about this question before, and the answer he came up with is-spiritual sustenance.

Because everyone is afraid of Sharu's power, they don't know who can deal with him. Everyone is in fear, for fear that Sharu will come to the place where he lives and kill them all.

But at this moment, a person suddenly appeared. This person used his own strength to win the championship of the World Martial Arts Competition. Of course, he was the number one martial arts club in the world. Even stronger than Sharu, even people who didn't believe it at first gradually believed that Satan could defeat Sharu because of passing one by one.

So Sharu became the spiritual sustenance of all of them. If Satan was defeated, their last hope would disappear.

Satan poses and drinks: "Okay! Let's go!"

"Everyone, the battle to decide the fate of the earth has finally begun. Mr. Satan, the world martial arts champion, is fighting Cell. The iron fist of justice is directed at Cell, who kills innocent people and is full of crimes!"

"Satan!" "Satan!"...

The cheers of the people shouted from the distant city, and the pickup truck seemed to hear their shouts vaguely.

The host showed anger on his face. He looked at Shalu and said to Satan: "Mr. Satan, if you fall out of the ring and surrender... and the dead are considered losers, then I beg you on behalf of all mankind... Kill that bastard, Cell!"

"what!"

After listening to the host's words, Satan rushed towards Sharu, baring his teeth and claws.

Then he tapped the ground and kicked Sharu with a flying kick.

"Mr. Satan has used his nirvana - justice flying kick!"

This is definitely a temporary name. Satan wouldn't come up with such a name. Pika couldn't help but think of the name of Satan's own trick in the original book. It's really... low.

As soon as Satan kicked it, he felt lifted on an iron plate. He fell to the ground and quickly punched Sharu.

"It's noisy!"

Sha Ru looked at Satan, who was like a monkey, coldly, and slapped him casually, sending Satan flying.

"what?"

The host is confused, this is just one move to kill Satan in seconds, so how can this game continue, he is the hero of all mankind now, if he loses, all mankind may be slaughtered by Cell.

Yamcha frowned, and turned to Gohan, who was wearing the same martial arts uniform as Piccolo behind him, and said, "Actually, I think this man is really annoying, and I kind of want to support Cell."

Satan lay on the ground clutching his bloody nose and screaming in pain, of course the voice was very low, he didn't seem to be found crying for pain.

The host's eyes were almost protruding, and he stammered: "I fell... I fell off the ring, Satan...Satan lost!"

Cell looked at Pickup and the others, and said coldly: "Okay! The farce is over, we can play Cell's game now!"

"Okay!" Wukong stepped on the ring and walked up directly, his muscles tensed. This is a fierce battle.

On the street, a woman is urging the cameraman around her. She is one of the well-known hosts. She is more popular than the host who hosts the cell game, but she knows that after this game, this host will become a household name. She It is impossible to miss such a good opportunity.

Of course, the most important thing is that she wants to meet the man who saved the capital at the beginning, the man who is called the warrior of golden hope, but she was named after that.

And there is another point, she wants to expose Satan's lies, she has seen Satan's battle, compared with her golden hope fighters, they are nothing but scum.

"Hurry up, hurry up, the game has already started now, if we are later, we will not be able to catch up."

"This is already the fastest, and we'll be there in about 10 minutes!"

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PS: Once again in the [-]-word chapter, I found out that it is the most comfortable to code words quietly at night at school.

(End of this chapter)