Lao Tzu is Ji Gong

Fame often comes at such critical moments; if they are willing to risk their lives to go live, then the exclusive news will naturally be theirs.

After the connection was established, the footage showed hundreds of tanks raising their gun barrels and aiming them at Cell and Bick, who were in the air.

After receiving the order and confirming that it was this monster, the commander shouted: "Attention, people in the sky! You are now surrounded by our army. I'm giving you a chance. Surrender immediately or we'll beat you to a pulp."

However, Cell seemed to hate being interrupted while he was enjoying himself. This feeling made Cell very unhappy, and his eyes began to glow red. Then, a laser beam shot towards the tank where the commander who had shouted was located.

Upon seeing the laser, everyone around, including the commander, quickly ran out of their tanks, followed by a series of explosions.

The spot where they had just been standing was now scorched earth littered with tank debris.

The fleeing commander escaped with his life, but was in a sorry state. Seeing that the enemy had launched an attack, he ordered all the remaining tanks to open fire.

One shell after another engulfed Cell and Piccolo in smoke and fire.

Perhaps the anger from earlier had made the commander very unhappy, so he ordered hundreds of mortars to be fired at Sharu.

These were hundreds of cannonballs, so after Cell extracted Piccolo's arm one last time, you could see that the arm that had been there was now just dead skin without any muscle tissue, and its pale yellow color symbolized that Piccolo's arm had lost all its power.

Such pain could be felt. The god screamed once again along with Birk. Not only the army below, but also everyone watching on television could feel the pain contained in that scream.

Mr. Bobo in the heavens seemed to sense something as well. He put down his broom, stopped sweeping, and cried out, "Gods!" as if he were worried about something.

Seeing that Piccolo had lost an arm, Cell released one of his own hands and extended it. A burst of energy passed by, and all the missiles that were heading straight for them were extinguished, turning back and falling to the ground. The commander, who had thought victory was in his grasp, was stunned and forgot to even try to escape as hundreds of missiles rained down on them, because it was too late.

"Boom!" It was like hundreds of fireworks exploding. After this explosion, there was no sign of life below.

Of course, Piccolo was in pain, but he didn't lose his mind. Just as Cell released one of his arms, Piccolo used the moment to smash his head hard into Cell's face. The pain made Cell immediately release his hands and rub his nose in pain.

Piccolo landed on the ground with one hand still intact, as if venting his earlier resentment, while his other hand was just skin and bones, hanging vertically as he gasped for breath, as if trying to quickly recover his energy.

Cell, having recovered from the pain, landed and stood in front of Piccolo, his eyes filled with desire as if he wanted to take another of his prey.

Number Sixteen's sudden movement made Number Seventeen and Number Eighteen sense something was different. Number Eighteen jokingly teased, "What's wrong? Feeling bored? Come shopping for clothes with me."

But Number Sixteen, still serious, said, "The battle just now has already been decided; one side's aura has been completely suppressed."

Hearing Number Sixteen bring this up again, Number Seventeen felt annoyed. Number Sixteen had just said that someone else could be on par with him, so Number Seventeen said, "Why are you still dwelling on what happened earlier? I already said it's impossible. There must be something wrong with your radar system. Why are you still holding onto it?"

To expect No. 17 to admit that such a thing happened even after his death would be an insult to him.

However, it is precisely these kinds of people who are often surpassed. The transformed Kakarot, Vegeta, and Piccolo, if they give it their all, can be almost on par with Android 17.

However, Number Seventeen still had that arrogant expression, and Number Eighteen knew exactly what kind of personality his younger brother had, so he didn't say anything more.

Number Sixteen was even more unwilling to repeat himself, so he closed his eyes again, remained silent, and continued to focus on the other side.

At this moment, Piccolo knew that if he fought the other party now, he would have no hope, so he decided to make one last struggle.

He said, "Hey, I have no ability to fight back against you now. Although I'm very unwilling, you have indeed won." Piccolo said, supporting his hand, which was now covered in dead skin.

Cell, seeing that Piccolo knew he had no strength left to resist, smiled ingratiatingly and said, "It seems even you have to admit you've failed, failed miserably. Don't worry, I'll make you a part of my complete form right away. You should feel honored; it's such a great thing."

Looking at Piccolo, who resembled a lamb, Cell couldn't help but lick his lips.

Chapter 782 Cell's Secret

Piccolo looked distressed, but upon hearing Cell's sharp expression, he didn't show any more disgust. Instead, he asked, "Why do you have the aura of me, Vegeta, Goku, and others? And why did you use Goku's most familiar Kamehameha Wave? Can you tell me?" Piccolo looked completely bewildered.

Cell seemed to be a victor, so he looked at Piccolo and said, "Since you're going to die soon anyway, I might as well tell you openly. Otherwise, it would be boring if no one knew me." Cell seemed to be boasting as he waved his hand.

"Listen up, my name is Cell, my codename is the ultimate form of hatred and slaughter, and I am an artificial human!" Cell said arrogantly.

What? A android? Piccolo feigned a confused look.

"Yes, Cell, the android, and the one who created me was the mainframe computer that Dr. Gero used for a long time." Cell seemed to be recalling fond memories.

Bick pretended to wince in pain and scratched his arm, saying, "It's that Dr. Gro again, making me suffer so much, and now I'm going to die here. I look ashen-faced."

Seeing Piccolo's merciless complaints, Cell continued arrogantly, "His expression was full of gratitude. A long time ago, Dr. Gro began a plan to collect all the cells of martial arts masters and then fuse them together."

The creation of artificial humans with their genetic cells is likely due to the immense human and material resources required for this project, and more importantly, the incredibly long time involved. Because it is so complex, no step can be omitted.

So Dr. Groh gave up. He turned off the power to the lab and left. But the mainframe computer, due to its long hours of operation, had developed its own consciousness and didn't give up on the project, so it resumed working after Dr. Groh left.

The embryo, growing within the seminal fluid, absorbs and expands day by day. Each newly collected cell is immediately integrated into the fluid, thus continuously increasing the embryo's fundamental structure and enhancing its strength and abilities.

For example, during Piccolo Daimaō's battle with Goku, cells were found in the blood left behind on the battlefield.

“You didn’t expect this, did you?” Cell looked at Piccolo, who seemed a little incredulous, and continued, “Frieza had cellular genes when he was cut in half by Trunks, and Vegeta naturally had them when he fought Goku, so I have all of your cells. Now do you understand?”

Hearing this incredible news, Piccolo was finally able to explain all his confusion, but to buy time, he continued to feign a troubled expression and asked, "I remember there was no one around at the time, how did you collect their cells?" Piccolo asked this question again.

Sharu laughed heartily: "Do you remember what Dr. Gro said about using miniature bee robots to observe and monitor you?"

Cell, as if reminding Piccolo, continued, "That tiny spy robot, the size of a bee, used to constantly gather information about you while also transmitting cellular data back to the computer. So, twenty-four years later, the mainframe computer finally created me."

Cell proudly crossed his arms in front of his chest, looking down at Piccolo.

Seeing Piccolo's unwilling look, Cell continued, "So after I learned about the existence of the Timeline, I killed Trunks and traveled to this timeline because the mainframe computer told me that I needed to absorb two special materials to transform into my complete form. Those were Android 17 and 18, which were later created by Dr. Gero himself."

So I thought of the time machine and came here because the computer said that once I successfully become the complete being, I will gain unimaginable, terrifying power.

Cell seemed to be fantasizing about this wonderful future that was so close at hand, and he couldn't help but raise his hands, eager to succeed and celebrate with joy.

Li Xiuyuan, who was watching the battlefield, naturally knew the reason. He thought to himself, "This is indeed a method. Combining the power of others into one can enhance one's strength, but this method is too cruel and has an extremely high failure rate."

Therefore, Li Xiuyuan disdained this method at all. He wanted to achieve breakthroughs step by step through his own endless efforts, and that was the kind of power he desired.

But then Piccolo burst into laughter, saying, "So it was Goku from back then. No wonder the Mutant Ninja Turtles' Ki Blast was so weak; it wasn't even worth my attention." Piccolo instantly seemed like a different person, no longer showing any disappointment, but instead appearing fully recovered.

It turned out that Piccolo had taken advantage of the time he was talking to quickly replenish his energy, which is why he now felt so energetic and instantly possessed the kingly aura he had just displayed. Cell seemed unable to believe that Piccolo, who had been so lifeless just moments before, could transform so completely in such a short time.

Piccolo roared, and instantly, his arm, which had previously only been covered in dead skin, sprouted a brand new, strong, and powerful arm. Cell, seeing this, felt as if he had been tricked and angrily said to Piccolo, "Were you trying to trick me?"

Piccolo burst into laughter again, especially upon seeing Cell's surprised expression, and said smugly.

"The cells you have are just from my father. I've now fully merged into a Super Namekian, with the ability to regenerate. Don't you even know that, you idiot! You haven't become your complete form yet, have you?" Piccolo scratched his newly grown arm, feeling an unusual power resonating within his body, a feeling that was quite wonderful.

"Then I'll beat you back to your hometown right now." Piccolo looked at Cell excitedly, eager to test his power.

Chapter 783 Turning the Tide

Vegeta, who was on his way to the scene, suddenly seemed to sense that something was different.

He then began to accelerate at full speed, muttering, "It seems like something else is happening. What could it be?" At this moment, Vegeta had already regained the aura of the invincible Saiyan prince he once was.

Each time Vegeta's strength increases, so does his aura.

But this is not something easily attainable; it still requires his wicked pride to always manage to stand up again whenever he falls into the abyss.

Cell and Piccolo were still facing off on the grassland, amidst the vast expanse of wild grass, with Piccolo seemingly calculating something.

On the other side, Cell's tail seemed to be dripping a drop of liquid onto the ground.

But as this inconspicuous drop of liquid fell, it began to melt on the ground, spreading down to dozens of meters underground.

Bick was also shocked by the destructive power of this seemingly insignificant drop of liquid.

However, Piccolo, being a Super Namekian, naturally wouldn't retire because of this; instead, it fueled his even stronger desire.

Cell seemed to have compared the data in his own data center, but he felt that the Piccolo Daimaō in front of him did not match his original data at all, so he did not dare to make a move rashly.

“Cell, according to the calculations, even if you absorbed one of my arms, combined with your own strength and my current full-power form, you still wouldn’t be able to fight against me in my incomplete form.” Piccolo confidently clenched his fist, making a sound as if to strengthen his aura.

Seeing that Cell seemed a little unconvinced by his words, Piccolo stopped holding back and decided to go all out for a quick victory, continuing, "In terms of strength, I am still superior to you. You should be prepared. Cell, you're doomed to lose."

Looking at Piccolo, Cell slowly sensed that Piccolo's aura was completely different from before, and that he seemed to have retreated slightly.

Although Cell's strength was already quite good at this point, his potential for further evolution was limitless.

On the contrary, compared to Piccolo, who has lived on Earth for so long and is adept at understanding human relationships, he still seems a little inadequate.

An enraged Cell once again spoke in a shrill voice, "You bastard, you pretended to have lost an arm to trick me into revealing information. Aren't you being a little too malicious?" It was as if he was indignant that he had been deceived.

Seeing Cell's furious and shrill voice, Piccolo felt a great sense of revenge for the torment he had just suffered.

He said, "This wasn't just my idea; it was largely due to the wisdom of the god within my body. Now I'm starting to admire him. It's an honor for you that you were defeated by the combined power of him and me."

Cell, upon hearing that there was someone inside Piccolo's body, realized he had been so easily deceived. As if grasping a crucial point, he raised his voice and exclaimed, "This is you, the result of the fusion of Kami and Piccolo Daimaō?!"

Piccolo looked at Cell with interest and said, "Did you only realize it now? You're really too stupid as an android. I don't know how that doctor measured your intelligence. You have a body full of strength but no brains."

Piccolo's arrogant words echoed in Cell's ears, "You only realized this now? You're so stupid, so incredibly stupid."

The keywords kept repeating in Cell's ears, as if he really was...

Cell, unable to contain his temper any longer, became angry.

However, this is only the surface of Cell. After all, he is an android, and his ability to learn is still rapid. Under Piccolo's trap, Cell also learned and applied what he learned.

So, beneath his angry exterior, Cell quickly realized, "Now that Kami has fused with Piccolo, it means there will be no more Shenron from the Dragon Balls. That means once someone dies, there's no chance of them being resurrected. This fits perfectly with my future plans; otherwise, having Shenron would be a real problem." Thinking this, Cell seemed to have already devised a plan, and a wicked smile appeared on his face.

Cell immediately mimicked Piccolo, adopting an attitude as if he were already at a disadvantage, and said, "No wonder you're so strong now. I thought you were the Piccolo Daimaō from back then. It seems I underestimated you." Although Cell praised him so much, Piccolo knew he couldn't underestimate this guy, so he didn't waste any more words and started to launch an attack.

"It seems you've only guessed my strength and haven't truly felt my full power yet. Now I'll grant your wish and send you back to your hometown." Piccolo spread his legs, his hands gesturing as if preparing some kind of ultimate move.

"Open your eyes wide and take a look." Piccolo was about to unleash his most powerful attack.

Cell felt a sense of fear as he sensed the energy in Piccolo's hand. He thought to himself that although he was quite strong now, what if he was no match for Piccolo or only equal to him? When someone else came, he would be no match for him.

Moreover, considering that he had traveled to this world in a time machine, his goal was to find Androids 17 and 18.

Once I've fully absorbed all their energy, I can roam freely in this world. So, revenge is never too late; it's best to leave now.

But Piccolo wouldn't let such a good opportunity pass by, to eliminate such a terrifying opponent. So without hesitation, he waited until he was fully prepared.

Without hesitation, he hurled an even more powerful energy blast at Cell.