Kryptonians: Man of Steel

Chapter 1709 Perfect Cell VS Majin Buu
Babidi was naturally very happy, but Fat Buu initially disobeyed orders. After Babidi threatened him, Fat Buu had no choice but to obey.

Then Babidi excitedly decided to test Fat Buu's power on Earth first.

"Please wait a moment, Lord Babidi!"

A deep and authoritative voice rang out.

The demon king Dapura stepped forward, his scarlet cloak billowing in the dry wind.

He scrutinized Fat Buu, his eyes filled with undisguised suspicion.

"Lord Babidi, please forgive my bluntness. We've gone to great lengths just to awaken this... seemingly harmless fat man? The legendary Majin Buu is the ultimate monster that caused the fall of successive Supreme Kais and plunged the universe into panic. Does he really deserve that title? I think he's not even as good as the demon warriors under my command."

Babidi paused for a moment; Dapra's words were like a fine needle, piercing his frenzied bubble.

He looked at Fat Buu again—that round, seemingly harmless form was indeed far removed from the terrifying being described in the ancient texts, the one that devoured nebulae. A sense of unease began to grow in his heart.

However, these doubts thoroughly enraged Fat Buu.

He may be simple-minded, like a child, but he is exceptionally perceptive of emotions, especially malice and contempt.

Dapra's disdain was like a fuse that had been lit.

Fat Buu suddenly turned his head, his black eyes fixed on Dabura, his previously silly expression instantly replaced by a pure, cold rage.

He stopped muttering and instead made a low, gurgling sound, like boiling water.

"Buu is angry!"

He screamed.

Seeing this, Babidi immediately seized the opportunity: "Alright! Buu, prove him wrong! Let Dabura see who the real strongman is!"

The moment the order was given, before Dapra even had a chance to assume a defensive stance, his vision was filled with pink.

Fat Buu's movements are faster than visual capture can achieve; they are no longer clumsy movements, but rather instantaneous leaps in space.

A fist covered in a pink film, carrying destructive power, silently yet swiftly struck Dapra's chest.

"puff--!"

That wasn't the sound of bones breaking; it was more like the muffled thud of a water-filled air bag being suddenly punctured.

The astonishment and doubt on Dapra's face froze instantly, replaced by extreme pain and disbelief.

He felt an irresistible force pierce through his body, shattering his sternum, and his internal organs seemed to be churned into a mess.

He didn't even get a chance to cry out in pain. He was like a stone thrown by a catapult, hurtling backward and crashing through three or four distant rocky mountains before being buried under tons of rubble. His life force quickly faded, and his fate was unknown.

Babidi was shocked at first, but then ecstasy returned to his face.

Without even glancing at the spot where Dabura was buried, he excitedly danced around, shouting, "Hahaha! See that? This is my Buu! Invincible Buu! That piece of trash Dabura couldn't even withstand one blow from you! The remnants of the old era should be swept away like this!"

He flew to Fat Buu's side, as if admiring a perfect work of art.

"Come on, my darling, let's go find some even bigger fun!"

On the other side, a few kilometers away, on a relatively flat wasteland.

The fully evolved Cell was hovering in mid-air, its wings on its back fluttering slightly as it leisurely examined its masterpiece.

He used the surrounding terrain and rocks to build a rather large arena, rough yet full of power. His mottled green body gleamed with a cold, hard luster in the sunlight. "Not bad,"

Sharu stroked his chin, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his compound eyes.

"This place is perfect as the stage for the Cell Games. Next, all we need to do is broadcast it on human television stations worldwide, especially to Goku and Vegeta... Hmm, should we destroy a city as a warning, or send out a more 'polite' invitation?"

He was plotting how to make the game more dramatic.

Just then, a thick, pink beam of energy roared in from the horizon without warning. Its trajectory was chaotic and violent, filled with an undisguised desire for destruction.

The energy beam struck Cell's newly constructed arena with pinpoint accuracy—or rather, aimlessly.

"boom--!!!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, rocks shattered and smoke billowed into the sky.

In just a few seconds, the rather large arena was reduced to a huge crater belching black smoke, leaving not a trace of its original structure.

Shao was stunned.

He slowly turned his head and looked in the direction from which the energy was coming, where he saw Babidi and Fat Buu floating in the air.

A chilling anger, mixed with the hurt of his dignity, began to rise within him.

His meticulously planned game, the stage where he showcased his power to the world and to those Saiyans, was so casually destroyed, treated like trash.

"you……"

Cell's voice lowered, carrying a dangerous tremor.

"...Do you want to experience the scenery of hell in advance?"

Babidi also noticed Sharu.

He sensed the unique, powerful, and mixed aura emanating from Cell, and his interest was immediately piqued.

"Oh? Another decent-looking guy. Buu, kill him! Make him your first respectable sacrifice after your awakening!"

Fat Buu had just knocked Dabura away and was in a state of excitement and arrogance. Upon hearing the order, he raised his hand towards Cell without thinking.

Another pink energy wave, small in scale but solid and swift, shot straight at Cell's face.

This time, Cell was genuinely amused and exasperated.

A cold and ferocious smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

"Ha... ignorant fools. They've only just become fully formed, and there are always ants coming to provoke them. It seems I've been too 'merciful' to this world."

Faced with the incoming energy wave, Cell didn't even bother to prepare any power. He simply waved his hand casually, and a dazzling golden energy wave burst from his fingertips, like a precise sniper bullet, colliding head-on with Fat Buu's pink energy.

There was no earth-shattering explosion as imagined.

The two beams of light, so different in nature yet both containing terrifying energy, collided in mid-air, emitting a sharp, grating sound, like cloth being torn apart.

Immediately afterwards, the space around the point of impact collapsed inward, the light distorted, and the air was frantically sucked away.

Instead of pushing or exploding, the two energies mysteriously eroded and annihilated each other, breaking down all matter at the point of contact into the most basic particles.

(End of this chapter)