Konoha: On the night of the massacre, I summoned Inuyasha.

"This is my last resort!"

With a hint of grief and indignation on his face, Mr. Satan clenched his five fingers and pushed forward, creating a loud bang in the air.

This immediately caused Number 18 to scream in agony as he was sent flying off the stage.

"Mr. Satan!"

Victory!

With a bewildered look on his face, the blond host finally came to his senses after a long while and loudly announced the winner of the battle.

But his face still held a look of utter bewilderment that I couldn't understand.

He didn't even get to say a few words about the battle before it inexplicably ended.

Not only him, but also the audience in the stands, and even the Supreme Kai and his servants, couldn't understand what was happening.

"Mr. Satan!"

"Mr. Satan!"

A burst of enthusiastic cheers suddenly erupted. It didn't matter if you didn't understand; it just looked amazing.

Mr. Satan was enjoying the cheers of the audience in the ring, but the expression on his face was neither crying nor laughing, it was just extremely awkward.

In the waiting area, number seventeen's face was twitching.

"what happened?

Is that man called Satan really that powerful?!

They defeated number eighteen so easily!

Sun Wukong looked at Satan with a face full of fighting spirit, feeling that Darles Game was really powerful, that such a strong player had appeared in the first round of the sixteen.

Vegeta crossed his arms and looked at Satan with a somewhat serious expression. He also couldn't understand how Satan had defeated Android 18.

Beside him, Number Seventeen's cheeks twitched uncontrollably.

"Number 18, you..."

Are you alright?

Soon, number 18 returned to the waiting area.

Klin approached with some concern.

"Hehe, fifty million..."

Number 18 completely ignored Klin's meaning; the reflection in his eyes became Mane and his clothes.

"Fifty million..."

Fifty million…

At this moment, Mr. Satan also walked in looking dejected, completely devoid of his triumphant spirit.

Number 18!

"It would have been enough for ten million before, how did you, you bastard, increase it to fifty million this time?!"

Suddenly, Mr. Satan darted around like a rabbit and grabbed Number 18 by the collar, roaring loudly.

"Release Number 18!"

This immediately caused Klin to roar in anger, pointing at Mr. Satan and preparing to attack.

"boom!"

Number 18 had already made her move. With a flick of her finger, a burst of energy slammed into Satan's head, slamming him against a nearby wall.

"idiot……

Can this be the same?

This time, it's Darles' Game, which is facing the entire world.

Think about it, you've already made it to the top eight.

If we advance further and become one of the top four, we can represent Earth in a more advanced intergalactic elimination tournament across the entire Milky Way.

Number 18, however, looked at Satan with displeasure and let out a low growl of anger at his incompetence.

"That's right."

Mr. Satan groggily got up from the ground, feeling that what Number 18 said made a lot of sense, but something seemed off.

"idiot……"

"Who else but that idiot number 18 would fix such a martial arts event?"

Not far away, Number Seventeen chuckled softly, looking at Mr. Satan with pity in his eyes.

The other Dragon Ball warriors and a few martial artists looked at Mr. Satan with disdain.

However, no one said much. To them, this cheating Satan was just another battle they were sure to win soon.

There were even two guys who preferred wealth to martial arts and were already considering using a defeat to win Mr. Satan's 50 million prize. Clearly, Number Seventeen underestimated the greed of human nature.

The spectators in the stands were naturally unaware of what was happening in the waiting area.

The competition continues.

"Next, the second fight will begin."

Please welcome Mr. Dara.

This is a hermit from the deep mountains.

The blonde host has already started reading out the new names.

Soon, a burly man with an "M" tattooed on his forehead suddenly disappeared from the stands.

When they reappeared, they were already on the arena.

The guy was stunned for a few seconds, then a cruel smile appeared on his face.

"The second contestant..."

Oh oh oh!

It's Piccolo Daimaō, who once ruled the Earth!

The blonde host trembled slightly as she looked at the second name.

Immediately, the stands erupted in an uproar.

Those older viewers who still remembered Bick's name, in particular, began to tremble with fear.

On the contrary, some young people are still saying things like "So cool!" and "So handsome!"

"This martial artist is a man who brought terror to Earth many years ago. I never expected him to participate in the Darles Game."

However, the blonde host quickly calmed down.

After all, Yue was right beside him.

Moreover, Mr. Sun Wukong and his companions also participated in this competition, so there's really nothing to worry about.

boom!

With a light punch from Piccolo, the big Handala, whose forehead was tattooed with the letter M, was sent flying and fell to the ground.

Chapter 241 Super Saiyan 1? Super Saiyan 2? Super Saiyan 3?!

"As expected of the legendary Piccolo Daimaō!"

With just one move, Mr. Dara was knocked to the ground.

"Oh ho!"

Mr. Dara actually stood up again; clearly, this ascetic from the deep mountains wasn't so easily defeated.

The blonde host's voice was high-pitched, and she seemed extremely excited.

His commentary is professional.

boom!

Seeing Dara stubbornly stand up, Piccolo grew impatient. He reached out and unleashed a powerful impact, sending Dara flying off the stage.

"Mr. Dara has fallen out of the ring!"

The victor is Piccolo Daimaō!

As Dara fell to the ground below the ring, the blond host shouted even more excitedly.

Immediately, the audience in the stands cheered loudly.

Some young people, in particular, feel that ruling the earth is incredibly cool.

Unbeknownst to him, Bick had gained a lot of enthusiastic fans.

However, the next moment, things changed drastically in the stands.

Another burly man with an "M" tattooed on his forehead suddenly rushed out of the stands and sprinted towards the ring.

Dara, his eyes now gleaming with ferocity, gripped the strange object tightly as he charged toward Piccolo as well.

"Something terrible has happened!"

Mr. Dara and his companions seemed unwilling to accept defeat and wanted to attack Mr. Piccolo!

"No, that's against the rules of the competition."

Seeing Dara's actions with the other burly man, the blond host exclaimed in surprise, his voice tinged with a hint of excitement at stirring things up.

In the stands, a large number of spectators also stood up excitedly.

The competition was exciting, but the behind-the-scenes antics seemed even more fascinating.

On the ring, Piccolo looked at the two charging towards him with disdain, a slight sneer curling at the corners of his mouth.

Dara and his companion are indeed strong, but their strength is only at the level of Earth's combat power before the Saiyans descended upon it.

The only commendable thing is that the guy named Dara didn't pass out after I casually hit him a few times.