Dragon Ball: Everyone's playing the reincarnation game, huh?

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“Those guys don’t understand anything?” Piccolo chuckled. “Trunks wasn’t scared out of the ring; he was clearly knocked out by Goten’s powerful punch.”

Vegeta's face turned green as he glared at Piccolo.

No need for such a detailed explanation!

It's like you're making it sound like I can't see anything!

"Vegeta, why is your face as green as mine?" Piccolo's lips curled up, his smile growing even brighter.

"Piccolo! You'd better be glad you weren't grouped with me for the match!" Vegeta was trembling with rage.

When did Piccolo become so infuriating?

Trunks had returned to normal and got up from the ground, walking to the edge of the ring and staring at Goten on the ring.

Sun Wukong smiled sheepishly, scratched his head, and returned to normal.

"Goten, you... it's unbelievable how you managed to fuse the aura and energy of a god together?" Trunks was puzzled, but he didn't feel ashamed or annoyed that he had lost.

Trunks truly felt that there was a huge gap between himself and Goten.

And at this moment, Trunks' heart began to waver.

Simply following the Super Saiyan God route doesn't seem quite right, does it?

Goten's transformation is incredibly powerful!

"My dad taught me all of this." Sun Wutian scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly.

“Teach me sometime!” Trunks gritted his teeth and suggested.

“Of course, no problem.” Sun Wutian nodded readily.

Vegeta: "..."

Vegeta was speechless, feeling a series of heart-wrenching pains.

And after a brief period of stagnation.

Vegeta suddenly realized something and immediately looked at Goku.

"Kakarot, you wouldn't be following the same path as Goten, would you?" Vegeta asked.

"Huh? What route?" Sun Wukong was stunned.

"It's about transforming from Super Saiyan 4 into Super Saiyan God," Vegeta asked.

"No, Vegeta." Goku shook his head.

"Hmph." Vegeta snorted and said no more.

However, Vegeta was also puzzled.

Kakarot didn't follow this transformation route?

What kind of transformation did he undergo?

"Ladies and gentlemen! After the intense competition, it's time for a highly entertaining special program!" The referee broke the deadlock, stepping onto the stage with a microphone in hand. "Now, please welcome the junior champion, Son Goku, and the world champion, Mr. Satan, to give us a spectacular performance!"

Satan's expression immediately became even uglier than if he had eaten shit.

How to do?How to do?

What was bound to happen has finally happened.

This is bad!

"Mr. Satan! Mr. Satan! Mr. Satan!"

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers once again.

Satan trembled with fear, cold sweat pouring down his face.

"No matter how powerful he is, he's just a child," the staff member said to Satan with a smile. "Does even the world-renowned Mr. Satan have to take him seriously? Hahaha!"

Satan's expression froze, and he hurriedly replied absentmindedly, "Well... I do need to be more serious."

"Hahaha!" The staff burst into laughter, finding Mr. Satan incredibly humorous.

"Haha...haha...haha..." Satan's laughter was more like a grimace than a cry.

I'll be dead!

This is really bad!

"Do you need to rest for a while?" the referee asked Sun Wukong.

"Hey? Can I eat something?" Sun Wukong rubbed his stomach.

referee:"……"

I see the shadow of Mr. Sun Wukong in him.

"This..." The referee was a little unsure how to respond.

If I had known earlier I wouldn’t have asked.

Satan's eyes lit up, and he kept winking at the referee.

Make him eat something right away!

It would be best if this match between me and the kid just fizzled out.

However, Satan was too far from the referee, so the referee didn't see him.

"How about this, we'll arrange a nice meal for you after your match," the referee suggested.

"Huh? Okay." Sun Wukong nodded vigorously.

Satan: "..."

Satan's face darkened, and he even felt like killing the referee.

Couldn't you let him have a proper meal before the competition?

Maybe he'll stop hitting me once he's full.

I'm really panicking right now!

"Now, let's welcome Mr. Satan!" the referee announced loudly into the microphone. "Mr. Satan, please enter the stage!"

"Whoa!" Although Satan was panicking inside, he remained calm and strode out, raising his hands high. "Which little brat dares to challenge the world champion?"

After saying this, Satan felt as if his legs were filled with lead, and stepped onto the ring.

"Hahaha...ha...is that you?" Satan pointed at Son Goten. "You'd better be ready!"

"Wow wow wow!"

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause once again, cheering for Mr. Satan.

"Dad is really something..." Even Bidilly couldn't stand it anymore.

Dad, can we stop pretending?

Do you think I don't know your skill level?

Satan truly feels like he's mentally collapsing.

If this is a dream, then wake up quickly.

I don't want to have this nightmare.

Sun Wukong grinned foolishly, looking at Mr. Satan with amusement.

I heard from my dad that this person is Bidili's father.

Bidile will be her brother's wife in the future.

I heard that all the money in our family comes from him...

Without him, Mom would still be worrying about making a living.

I need to be nicer to this person.

Satan took a deep breath, ripped off the white cloak behind him, and casually tossed it aside. He then carefully placed the championship belt on the ground and tightened the belt around his waist.

"call……"

Satan took a deep breath, and then began punching and kicking the air.

At that moment, Satan felt as if he were facing a magnificent tiger.

I can't run away!

I need to look him straight in the eye!

That way, even in death, one can die with dignity.

"Mr. Satan! Mr. Satan! Mr. Satan!"

The audience erupted in enthusiastic applause and cheers once again.

Sun Wukong grinned foolishly.

Satan's lips twitched.

I'll still get beaten to death!

"Both of you are ready. Let the match begin!" the referee announced loudly.

Satan was startled, and a flash of inspiration struck him.

"Ouch……"

Satan immediately clutched his knee, kneeling on the ground in pain.

"Mr. Satan, what's wrong?" the referee asked, somewhat surprised.

"Ugh... My knee, which I injured fighting Cell, is injured at this time..." Satan was in excruciating pain.

The audience gasped in surprise, holding their breath for Mr. Satan.

"Oh? Did he injure his knee in that fight?" The referee was taken aback. "I see. But he kept it a secret all along."

Although the referee said this on the surface, he secretly expressed deep disdain.

I watched that battle.