Zarek and Goten dropped from the sky and landed on the least-damaged part of the ring.
The referee hurried over, grabbed Zarek's arm, lifted it high, and announced him as the Junior Division champion.
The crowd stayed quiet for a moment, still trying to process what they had just seen. Then the applause exploded.
"I don't even know what happened, but that was an amazing match."
"That was even better than Zarek versus Trunks!"
"I've never seen a fight that wild before!"
"Look at the ring! If a normal person got slammed hard enough to leave a hole like that, they'd be dead!"
"Are those two even human?"
The crowd kept talking, but the cheers never died down.
"So it's over." Goku let out a small sigh. "Looks like Zarek is stronger after all… Goten still needs more training."
Vegeta stood there with a dark expression and said nothing. His eyes drifted toward Trunks, who was still frozen in the distance.
When we get home, I'm training Trunks properly.
I'm not letting him lose to them again.
"And now, everyone, after that intense match, it's time for our special entertainment event!" the referee announced.
Mr. Satan, who had been standing nearby in a daze, felt a chill run down his spine. His face turned pale at once.
I remember now!
I'm supposed to spar with the Junior Division champion!
This is bad.
He's going to beat me to death.
"Please welcome Junior Division champion Zarek and world champion Mr. Satan for a special exhibition match!" the referee shouted.
Tears and snot streamed down Mr. Satan's face. Cold sweat drenched him, and he looked like his soul had already left his body.
What do I do?
What do I do?
I'm really going to die!
"Mr. Satan! Mr. Satan! Mr. Satan!"
The audience chanted his name, calling for the hero they adored.
Mr. Satan trembled so hard his mind went blank.
If this is a dream, please let me wake up now.
"No matter how strong his opponent is, he's still just a child," a staff member said to Mr. Satan with a smile. "Surely the great Mr. Satan won't need to take him seriously, right?"
"I… I do need to take this a little seriously," Mr. Satan said with a dry laugh, swallowing hard.
"Hahaha, you're so funny," the staff member said.
"Hahaha…" Mr. Satan laughed along awkwardly.
What do I do?
I'm going to die!
"Do you need a short break?" the referee asked Zarek in the ring.
Goten had already landed at the edge of the ring.
"Hey, referee, where's my prize money?" Zarek asked. "You said the champion gets ten million, right?"
"You'll receive the prize money after your match with Mr. Satan," the referee said with a smile.
"Hmph. There's nothing worth fighting about with him," Zarek said dismissively.
His voice was not loud, so only a few people nearby heard it.
Even so, it caused a small stir. Several hardcore Mr. Satan fans glared at him.
What did that brat just say?
He should feel honored that Mr. Satan is willing to fight him.
Mr. Satan heard Zarek and almost felt happy.
Yes. Cancel the match.
Please cancel the match.
I'm scared out of my mind.
"This is part of the tournament program, so it has to happen," the referee said firmly.
Mr. Satan nearly cried.
"Now, let's welcome Mr. Satan!" the referee announced.
Mr. Satan ran over immediately and leaned close to the referee.
The referee blinked.
"Since the little guy doesn't want to fight me, maybe we should just skip it?" Mr. Satan whispered.
"Are… are you joking?" the referee asked.
Mr. Satan wanted to die.
How do you not get it?
"Ah… hahaha! Just kidding, just kidding!" Mr. Satan forced a laugh, feeling like he had been pushed onto a stage he could not escape.
He took a deep breath, pointed at Zarek, and shouted, "So you're the one challenging world champion Mr. Satan? Hahaha! You'd better be ready!"
Zarek looked at him calmly with his arms crossed, thinking about something.
"Zarek, good luck!" Goten cheered from the side.
Mr. Satan flinched so hard he almost jumped, then turned and glared at Goten.
Why are you cheering him on?
If you cheer any harder, I'm going to die in rhythm.
"You stay quiet! Don't talk!" Mr. Satan snapped.
Goten stared at him in confusion.
I didn't even say anything bad.
Mr. Satan took off his cape and tossed it behind him with a dramatic flourish, then tightened his belt.
"Yah! Yah! Yah!"
He shouted as he punched and kicked the air for a full thirty seconds.
By the time he finished, he was breathing hard and already tired.
"Both fighters are ready. The match will begin now," the referee announced.
The crowd roared and applauded.
"That kid is unbelievably strong, but I still think Mr. Satan is stronger."
"Same here. Mr. Satan defeated Cell, after all."
Most of the audience still believed in Mr. Satan.
Years ago, Mr. Satan had been the one to defeat Cell. He kept denying it, but if it was not him, who else could it have been?
"Agh!"
Mr. Satan suddenly clutched his knee, sweat breaking out across his forehead as he put on a pained expression.
"Huh? Mr. Satan, what's wrong?" the referee rushed over, concerned.
"Ah… My knee. I injured it during the fight with Cell. I didn't think it would act up now…" Mr. Satan said, making himself look even more miserable.
"Oh! So that injury came from the battle with Cell?" the referee said, deeply moved. "So you've been carrying that pain all this time without telling anyone!"
"Who would've thought it would flare up now… What a shame. I really wanted to fight…" Mr. Satan groaned.
"We have doctors here. I'll call one over to check on you," the referee said.
Mr. Satan froze.
A thousand curses ran through his mind.
You idiot.
Can't you tell I'm trying not to fight?
Why would you call a doctor?
If a doctor checks me, I'll be exposed!
"Hahaha… No, no, it's fine." Mr. Satan immediately stood up and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "I can still fight. I'm the world champion, after all. An injury like this won't stop me."
"Are you sure you're all right?" the referee asked, still worried.
Mr. Satan wanted to punch him.
Of course I'm not all right. Just cancel the match already!
"Mr. Satan is fine! The match can continue!" the referee announced loudly.
The crowd erupted again, cheering him on.
Mr. Satan grew even more panicked.
I'm really going to get killed.
And if I lose to a kid, my reputation is ruined.
Wait.
He is just a kid.
If I lose on purpose, nobody will blame me.
That's perfect.
I'm a genius.
"Now then…" The referee was about to start the match.
"Wait! Time out!" Mr. Satan shouted.
The referee stopped.
Mr. Satan quickly ran over to Zarek.
"Kid, I forgot to tell you about the special greeting we use for this event," Mr. Satan said with a grin.
"Greeting?" Zarek stared at him.
"Right. When the match starts, you lightly, very lightly, tap my face with your fist. Like this." Mr. Satan gently touched Zarek's face with his fist to demonstrate. "See? Just like that. Got it?"
Zarek looked at him without saying a word.
"Did you understand me?" Mr. Satan grew anxious. "Don't hit hard when you greet me, okay?"
"Hey, are you rich?" Zarek suddenly asked.
Mr. Satan froze.
Why is this brat asking that?
"Well… I do all right. Why?" Mr. Satan asked.
"You want me to lose on purpose? Easy." Zarek grinned. "Give me one hundred million, and I'll throw the match."
Mr. Satan went silent.
This brat really dares to ask.
One hundred million?
"Not paying?" Zarek snorted, and a purple point of light gathered at his fingertip.
Whoosh!
Zarek flicked it at a nearby stone.
Pop!
The stone crumbled into dust and vanished.
Mr. Satan nearly wet himself. His face went white.
"So what matters more?" Zarek asked, his grin turning nastier. "Your money, or your life?"
Mr. Satan had no words.
Buu, I miss you.
Where are you?
Someone's bullying me.
Now even a little kid dares to bully me?
And Zeno-sama, please come play with me already.
"Answer me," Zarek said coldly.
"My life," Mr. Satan answered at once.
"Then make it two hundred million, and I'll lose on purpose. Deal?" Zarek asked with a smile.
"What? Two hundred million? You just said one hundred million!" Mr. Satan panicked.
"I gave you a chance, and you wasted it. So the price went up," Zarek said. "If you still don't agree, it's three hundred million now."
Mr. Satan froze again.
Whose brat is this?
This isn't extortion. This is daylight robbery.
"Doesn't matter to me. If you don't agree, I'll erase you, then go to your house and take all your money anyway," Zarek said.
"I agree! I agree! It's only three hundred million!" Mr. Satan shouted, terrified that the price would rise again.
"Smart choice." Zarek nodded, satisfied. "Wait here."
Mr. Satan stared at him.
Wait for what?
Zarek walked quickly to the stands where Gine was sitting.
Gine blinked, not understanding why he had come over.
"Zarek, don't go too far!" she said quickly.
"Mom, let me borrow your phone," Zarek said.
"Your phone? What do you need that for?" Gine asked, confused.
"The Junior Division champion gets ten million, right? I'll have them transfer it straight to your phone later." Zarek grinned.
"Okay." Gine was pleased with that and handed him her phone.
Zarek took the phone and hurried back to Mr. Satan.
"All right. Transfer the money," Zarek said.
Mr. Satan went silent.
"All the phones are broken… I don't know why," Mr. Satan said, shaking his head.
Zarek glanced toward Piccolo.
Piccolo, that was too much.
How am I supposed to get my three hundred million now?
"Wait. My mom's phone still works. Log into your account and transfer it to me," Zarek said, shoving the phone at Mr. Satan.
Mr. Satan was truly speechless.
With no other choice, he opened the phone, used face recognition to log into his own account, and transferred three hundred million to Zarek.
Zarek stared at the long number for a while, then scratched his head.
"How many zeroes are in a hundred million again?"
Mr. Satan did not want to talk.
This brat doesn't even know how many zeroes are in a hundred million, and he still asked me for three hundred million.
Unbelievable.
"You didn't cheat me, did you?" Zarek asked. "If I find out you sent less, I'm going to your house."
"I didn't! Why would I lie to you?" Mr. Satan said, panicking.
"Good." Zarek nodded, then went back to Gine, returned the phone, and walked back to Mr. Satan.
Gine looked completely confused.
What is Zarek doing now?
Still, once she had the phone back, she checked it out of habit.
The moment she saw the balance, her hand shook so hard she nearly dropped the phone.
"Gine, what's wrong?" Chi-Chi asked.
"Why… why is there so much money in my bank account?" Gine showed Chi-Chi the screen.
Chi-Chi's eyes went wide when she saw the amount. Her mouth opened so far it could have fit a duck egg.
"This… Maybe Mr. Satan donated it to Zarek?" Emily said after leaning over for a look.
"Donated? Please. Zarek obviously squeezed it out of him." Gine knew her son too well and was so angry she almost laughed.
"Gine, at least Zarek gave the money to you," Bulma said. "That's already pretty good. At least he didn't keep it and spend it on nonsense."
"Three hundred million? Can I have some? I've been short on money lately," Master Roshi said, his eyes fixed on the screen.
"I want some too… I met a girl who said she'd marry me if I gave her one hundred million," Oolong said, staring at the phone with hungry eyes.
Gine went silent.
"I gave you the money. You'd better keep your word," Mr. Satan whispered urgently to Zarek.
"Relax. Since you were smart about it, when the match starts, you hit me once. Like this," Zarek said casually.
Mr. Satan nodded hard.
Then he turned toward the referee and smiled. "We can start now. The kid just asked for my contact info, so we added each other."
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