"Recoome Mach Punch!"
Cell's brute force erupted, and a violent aura surged out from his body like a tidal wave. He raised his energy to its limit, clenched the three fingers of his left hand into a fist, and just as he made the motion to swing his arm, he was hit by a horizontal whip kick from No. 17, sending him flying into the dense forest on the right.
No. 17, having absolutely no need to worry about stamina issues, chased after him with a cold expression.
Like hitting a sandbag, No. 17 lifted the bloodied enemy and rapidly swung his right fist. This punch faintly carried a sharp whistling sound; not only did it flatten a small half of the dense forest and severely injure Cell, but it also produced a terrifyingly massive sonic boom.
In the span of ten moves, the previously triumphant Cell was suppressed into a disadvantage. Once twenty moves had passed, he had almost no power to fight back.
Strength, speed, and stamina had all fallen into a comprehensive disadvantage. What should he do now?
Cell had already raised his power to the limit of his current form. Absorbing more human life essence would be useless; the upper limit of his Initial Form was only this high.
He couldn't beat No. 17 right now!
Future Bulma had manufactured a battle power detector with a maximum limit of 1 billion. Cell knew that the maximum battle power value of his current form was 390 million. Originally, he could have crushed No. 17, whose battle power was 300 million, and No. 18, who was at 275 million.
What was the situation now?
At a conservative estimate, this Android's battle power probably exceeded 500 million! This was simply too baffling to him. Everything was fine before; how could No. 17 be this strong?
Cell felt that his plan, which he had painstakingly arranged and endured humiliation to execute, had strangely died prematurely just as it had begun.
No. 17 landed a kick on his ribs. Most of the bones in Cell's body shattered, and he spat out a mouthful of incredibly viscous green blood. No. 17 felt incomparable disgust; as someone who valued aesthetics, he felt that this guy constantly clamoring to absorb him and No. 18 was simply a form of blasphemy.
The youth with the red scarf kicked Cell over, suppressing his nausea. He grabbed Cell's tail with one hand, stepped on his back with his foot, exerted force with his arm, gave a loud shout, and forcibly tore off Cell's tail.
He casually tossed aside the tail with its suction cup. "Ugly freak, let's see what other moves you have now."
Cell was like an old hen being choked by the neck, his voice trembling: "Who exactly are you? You absolutely cannot be No. 17! No. 17 is simply not this strong!"
No. 17 was just about to speak when he saw Cell place both hands in front of his forehead: "Solar Flare!"
He intended to use the cover of the intense light to rapidly retreat from the battlefield.
The plan was good, but he underestimated No. 17.
As a contestant who persisted to the end of the Tournament of Power, and someone whom Ino valued and spent great effort to recruit, No. 17 possessed sufficient strength and wisdom.
"How many times have Son Goku and his gang used this move? Didn't Dr. Gero give you detailed statistical data? I guessed ages ago that you would have this move."
Utilizing his faster reaction speed, he closed his eyes in advance, raised his speed and power to the extreme, rushed to the front, and punched through Cell's chest.
The Solar Flare required converting 'ki' into light energy, and the user of this move also needed to close their eyes. Androids did not have this thing called "ki," so by the time Cell discovered the enemy was right in front of him, it was already too late.
His chest was punched through from front to back. His cells were giving him frantic warnings, but he only felt his strength rapidly draining away, his body becoming weaker and weaker.
"Go to hell, ugly freak!" No. 17's left hand delivered an output at point-blank range. In the next second, a cylindrical shockwave punched a massive hole through Cell's head, with its distinct insect characteristics.
No. 17 threw his body away. Before it could land, he fired a large barrage of energy missiles. He attacked continuously for a full minute. The tidal wave of energy missiles not only shook the earth's crust with a muffled boom-boom-boom, but also thoroughly engulfed Cell.
The dense forest, the small road by the woods, and Mr. Satan's villa had all completely vanished. He hovered in mid-air, observing carefully. After confirming there were no omissions, he finally regrouped with No. 16 and No. 18 to continue their journey, incidentally pondering the matter of making money to pay off the debt.
The effect of Ino helping him with "Potential Unleashed" was admittedly excellent. He felt that No. 18 could also give it a try. Of course, this "try" meant shouldering more debt. Was there a difference between owing 20 million and owing 40 million?
No. 17 felt there was no difference, but No. 18 believed the difference was huge!
...
The news that Mr. Satan's villa had been razed to the ground made the front page headlines of local news everywhere half an hour later.
Reporters could not contact Mr. Satan. According to Videl's statement, her father suddenly suffered from unbearable abdominal pain and it was inconvenient for him to accept interviews at the moment.
About four hours later, a group of personnel receiving secret assistance from the local police entered the battle site to search.
They belonged to the world's top financial consortium, the Red Pharmaceutical Group.
More than thirty fellows wearing full protective suits were constantly using instruments in their hands to search the scene.
Soon, a lucky one found a lump of small meat that seemed to be still constantly wiggling at the roots of a tree.
He hurriedly called out to his direct superior: "General Violet!"
"Shut up!" General Violet must have been a beauty when she was young, but she was obviously old now. Her figure was a bit bloated, but from her glaring eyes, one could still vaguely see a trace of her former silhouette.
"Sorry, sorry, General Vio... Ma'am... Please look at this." The lucky one pointed at the small lump of meat and said.
"Mm, there is a strong energy reaction. This should be the thing Commander Magenta wants. Seal it up immediately, and search around here some more."
No. 17's extermination was actually done very cleanly; even the tail that was initially torn off had been turned to nothingness by his energy bombs. That a small meat lump could survive was something even Cell himself would not have anticipated.
The Red Pharmaceutical Group completed their search very quickly. After erasing traces of their visit, they left the scene with the small meat lump and returned to headquarters.
...
Karin found two more Super Dragon Balls. By the time Ino had concealed the Super Dragon Balls well and returned to Earth, it was already seven days later.
On a highway, two groups of people were arranging a fight. On the left were the three of No. 17's group, and on the right were Son Goku, who had just returned to Earth, and his host of little partners.
Strictly speaking, the Androids were studying the bus route, and then the Earth warriors came charging over together.
"Son Goku, I must kill you." No. 16, who was 2.5 meters tall, was very proactive this time. Killing Son Goku was his core program, unrelated to his love for nature or small animals.
No. 17 and No. 18 were also somewhat moved, though the two could rely on their humanity to resist their core programs.
The expressions on the side of the Earth warriors varied. Even Tien Shinhan had fallen behind at this point; his battle power was just over a million. Krillin was less than five hundred thousand, and Yamcha was only around two hundred thousand. For battles involving hundreds of millions or billions, they could no longer be of much help. Vegeta and Piccolo, however, were each staring at their old rivals, while Son Goku looked at No. 16. The battle between the two sides was on the verge of breaking out.
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