Dragon Ball: The Strongest Goten

Sun Wukong's undisguised fiery gaze made Sun Wutian panic, and he retreated a few steps without leaving a trace. Zhuge Dada once said that low IQ is contagious, so it's better to stay away.

Speaking of the world's number one martial arts competition, Sun Wukong and his group left without mercy and never came back. The organizers of the martial arts competition are in a heated discussion about whether to disqualify Sun Wukong and his group, and... what to do next?

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, what happened."

The audience stopped watching the game and couldn't help but discuss it in confusion.

"This... Because several players left the field without reason, because there has never been a similar situation, several referees are discussing, please wait," the blonde referee saw that the scene was a little out of control, and as a host for many years, he played his role, and the audience calmed down.

The blonde referee also had a hard time, Sun Wukong-sama, why did you leave just like that? I've been looking forward to it for so many years, you should at least finish the game!

There were only three players left, No. 18, Jela (the dark-skinned man who competed with the masked man disguised as Son Goten), and Qiulu (a dead sissy who competed with Yamu. Fortunately, Yamu left early, otherwise he would have been dead by now).

"How about a melee?" one of the audience shouted.

𝟼𝟿sʜᴜx.ɴᴇᴛ】

"Yes, a melee."

"That's right, at least we can see Mr. Satan in a melee."

The audience's words quickly resonated with other audiences. They mainly wanted to see Satan show off, but they never expected that their so-called hero Satan was still unconscious because of Son Goten's punch.

"Where is Mr. Satan? Go and get him ready!"

The organizers of the martial arts tournament quickly accepted the audience's proposal. In their opinion, Satan was so awesome that he could even kill Cell. A melee was nothing. Even if those three people joined forces, it would be nothing. One of them was a woman.

They forgot about No. 18's horrible performance on the boxing machine.

"Well, let's invite Mr. Satan to come on stage," said several backstage staff who came to invite Satan to his bodyguard outside the VIP room dedicated to Satan.

"No," a bodyguard who looked very strong rejected the backstage staff's request. Just kidding, how can he come on stage in his current state, and the eldest lady hasn't come back yet?

On the sea, Bidel, who followed Son Gohan and Jebit for a while out of curiosity and was on her way back:...

"Why," the man asked in confusion.

"Well, Mr. Satan is meditating and cannot be disturbed," said a relatively thin bodyguard.

"Meditation?" The man looked at the thin bodyguard suspiciously.

"That's right. Every time Mr. Satan meditates and practices, he is at his most terrifying," the thin bodyguard said sinisterly. "Every time Mr. Satan meditates, a terrible force will appear around him. Last time when Mr. Satan was meditating, Cell went to disturb him without knowing whether to live or die. You know what happened next."

Cell in Hell:...

It can be seen at a glance that this guy has been with Satan for a while. His ability to lie with open eyes is definitely not exaggerated. At least several backstage staff who came to invite Satan were terrified. Even Cell, who is so awesome, died, let alone them.

Damn, if it wasn't me or Cell, I would have really believed it. Cell in Hell was furious.

"Sorry, I disturbed you," several backstage staff stumbled away.

The backs of the backstage staff could no longer be seen. The strong bodyguard patted the thin bodyguard on the shoulder, "Young man, you have worked hard."

"Fortunately," the thin bodyguard scratched his head awkwardly. Fortunately, his mouth was good.

"Is Mr. Satan still awake?" The thin bodyguard looked at Satan who was still lying in the VIP room.

"Not yet," the bear-like bodyguard shook his head, recalling the terrifying little ghost. Even he was scared. I relied on a little ghost to beat an adult and he still hasn't woken up.

Son Goten: Forget it, my fists are enough to keep him lying for a day. I want him to wake up, haha.

In the martial arts competition without any masters, No. 18 easily won the championship. Satan wants to show off, but he can talk about it next year.

Unknown place.

The battle between Dabura and Son Gohan, who have come out of the meditation room, is in full swing.

Dabura easily took on Son Gohan in the Super Saiyan state and dodged a sweeping kick from Son Gohan. Dabura took a deep breath, and then... Fire Style Great Fireball Technique.

Sprayed a ball of fire at Son Gohan, who jumped into the air to avoid the fireball and rushed towards Dabura in the air.

"Swish."

Dabura, who had seen through everything, used a move similar to the afterimage punch to leave an afterimage in the original place. Son Gohan punched the afterimage and missed.

"I'm here," Dabura shouted from a distance like a cat playing with a mouse, and opened his palm to face Son Gohan. A lava energy ball blasted out from his palm and flew towards Son Gohan.

"Boom."

Son Gohan was hit by the lava energy ball as soon as he was distracted, and a mountain was smashed and fell into the water with a splash.

"Swish."

Son Gohan broke out of the water, his clothes were a little torn, and Son Gohan stared at Dabura with an angry face, grabbed the green clothes outside and exerted force, and tore the green clothes apart with a "rip".

Dabura stood there confidently and teased Son Gohan's angry look, as if everything was under control.