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What…
What is that?!
What is he doing?!
He-- He's rolled himself up into a ball!
I was stunned.
A human being had transformed himself into a perfect sphere.
It was like that one animal, you know what I mean?
What is it called? An armadillo! Yeah! It was just like that.
Partly because of the job that I have, I'm pretty familiar with martial arts.
So I know just how amazing this technique is.
I mean, if you can even call it a technique.
Many moves in martial arts make use of the joints.
In other words, the angles of the body.
The human body is full of angles.
But then there's this technique, which is the opposite of angular.
It certainly surprised Baki.
You could tell just by looking at his face.
When someone turns into a ball right in front of you,
it does make you think twice.
But, he is the child of a demon, after all, so…
A jumping roundhouse kick!
Just what you'd expect him to use since it's so powerful.
-But-- -Huh?
He just bounced right off!
It was completely unexpected, so you could tell he was confused,
but I actually had some idea of why it happened.
One time, I was attending to Mr. Oliva during a dinner.
He had downed several bottles of wine, so he was in pretty high spirits.
And then, he showed us all something very interesting.
Now, watch this.
His flexed a muscle, and it seemed to move across his body!
It reached his shoulder, went behind his head,
and then continued on to his opposite arm.
Of course, it was just a trick.
By flexing in sequence,
it made it look like one muscle was traveling around his body.
It was an example of extreme muscle control.
He can do it simultaneously in different parts of his body too.
In other words,
he can focus his strength wherever he chooses.
And he used that ability to make Baki bounce off him.
He deflected Baki's incoming power with his own power from the inside.
And that's why he didn't roll back.
I just remembered.
I thought it felt familiar. I've seen this technique before.
It was against Kureha Shinogi.
He did the same thing.
The muscle mass on you is so different I didn't recognize it.
But, it's the same.
And so is the way to defeat it.
Try it, then. Go ahead and give it a shot.
Try the technique that saved you before.
Hmm?
Ah, so you heard about that.
Well, after all,
if it worked the first time,
don't see any reason why it won't work again.
Rigid body technique.
When I was in the police academy,
a teacher who weighed 130 pounds basically performed a miracle!
We brought in a bowling ball as a joke.
He took it…
…and smashed it with one blow.
According to my teacher,
over a dozen joints in the human body
are used when a person makes a chopping motion.
In other words,
there are multiple cushions,
or shock absorbers, that can distribute the force of the blow.
But distributing force also limits how much power you can put into a strike.
However, if those same shock absorbers can be made more rigid,
then a human can become an iron ball.
Because I weigh just about 130 pounds, I can become a 130-pound iron ball.
So splitting something like a bowling ball is easy.
However, when your opponent is a moving target, such as a person,
it's a lot harder.
It's called Rigid Body technique.
I'm really only an intermediate with it, at best.
That sound!
It was just from one man hitting another!
We stood there watching, waiting to see what would happen.
It was five, ten-- No, maybe just three seconds,
and then…
What?!
This already unbelievable battle took an even more unbelievable turn.
Oliva basically swallowed a whole person!
What in the world is this?!
Pac-Man?
And what the hell is going on inside there?!
It was already beyond what any of us could imagine,
but there was more!
The fight kept going.
Hmm.
Ah.
I remembered something from when I was a kid.
I had just caught this dragonfly
that was using all its energy to flutter around.
I didn't have anything to put it in, so I just gently closed my hand around it.
I hurried home, it was only a few blocks away.
But when I set it down, it was unrecognizable,
all weak and battered.
Even though I'd carried it so carefully.
Because of losing that precious treasure,
I learned something.
I saw firsthand just how stressful it is for a living creature to be enclosed.
In Baki's case, he was enclosed under the full force of Mr. Oliva.
I could stomp on you right now, or even tear you apart.
I could finish you off in whatever way I want.
If this were a fight in the ring,
with a sanctioning body and regulations and all that,
then I'd be declared the victor by knockout.
But then, sadly for you,
this place isn't anywhere near as merciful as the ring.
There's no referee to stop it when it gets too dangerous,
or, really, any rules at all.
So who then?
Who's gonna decide when this fight is over?
You will, Baki.
With your own mouth, you'll say, "Oh, please forgive me,"
or maybe even, "I'm so sorry."
Is that so?
I guess it'll never end, then.
'Cause you and I have gotten ourselves in too deep.
A referee can't be expected to decide a match
between opponents who hate each other this much.
One of us will have to die, or, even worse, admit defeat.
There's simply no other way.
And if that's true,
then, Olly my boy, you just revealed your biggest weakness to me.
What you just said shows that your heart's deepest desire
is for me to willingly admit defeat.
Hmm?
I definitely appear to be on the losing side,
but there's no way I'm gonna admit defeat.
Not again?!
The sphere's getting smaller!
Really shouldn't have underestimated me.
You can't use the same technique twice against a top-tier opponent!
Why, you little punk!
Let me guess, I'll pay for that.
You bet you'll pay for that!
At this point, what more can the two of us do?
Come on, man.
We can't just keep playing this game of "secret weapons."
Is it even a fight if to win we both have to use tricks?
Speak for yourself. I don't need tricks to beat you.
What we're doing is nothing but a waste.
It just feels wrong.
This isn't the way that I wanted to defeat Biscuit Oliva,
the strongest man in America.
Let's trade punches.
I didn't understand what Baki was saying.
I mean, the two of them had already been trading punches.
Come on, face to face.
Plant our feet and just go at it properly.
Oliva couldn't do anything but laugh.
After all,
a boy 200 pounds lighter than him
just suggested they stand there and duke it out.
You little punk!
Just then…
-No! -Huh?
You can't fight him like that!
It was Iron Michael,
the former professional heavyweight boxing champion himself,
calling out a warning.
Or you're gonna get killed, Baki!
He'd been in one of the solitary confinement cells
that Oliva had torn through earlier.
Typically, in these situations,
we could shoot a prisoner without warning, but…
You don't get what the weight difference means!
There's a good reason why there are 17 weight classes in boxing!
He was totally right.
No one could argue otherwise, so we just listened.
For a middleweight like you,
trying to trade punches with Oliva is practically suicide!
Even I'd never dare to square up against him!
It would be insane! Don't do this!
Okay, okay, I get it.
I understand.
You're sayin' I should absolutely do it!
That was it. There was no stopping them anymore…
…not Iron Michael, not regulations.
They were…
Hmm!
Yeah!
…going to exchange what would probably be
the strongest punches in the history of the world!
Huh?
It's getting close now.
The end.
What was that exchange of blows like?
Well, I'm sorry to say that I don't know.
Because none of who were there could bear to watch.
It was just too overwhelming.
Later, I heard that at the exact same time,
the outer fence was lined with vultures,
watching and waiting.
There's one thing that I'm sure of.
Oliva won't be defeated…
…with technique…
…or with knowledge.
No.
Neither of those will win.
That's not what defeating Oliva is about.
He's got 200 pounds on me.
It's gotta be strength.
Straight punches…
…straight to the front,
one after another.
Relentless.
Just keep pushing him back.
Just keep pushing him through.
All the way to the far wall and beyond.
Without anyone saying anything, all three of us removed our hats.
Who knew that these kinds of men even existed?
Who knew that this kind of fight could actually happen?
Honorable, lofty, dignified.
It was enough to bring you to your knees.
This mere boy, who's even less than half my size,
is actually trying to push me back.
No. He's doin' it!
This boy who's over 200 pounds lighter than me,
he's pushing me back!
He's pushing America back!
What an iconic moment.
I could barely lift my head.
But…
…no one's in front of me anymore.
Call the infirmary. Quickly!
Yes, sir!
Huh?
Wha-- Huh?
Huh?!
Maria, you…
Did you walk all the way here?
You just lost, didn't you?
Yeah.
-Then, let's go home. -Huh?
I made it here,
but I'm exhausted, I can't walk any more.
What, do you plan on having that boy carry me back?
-Hmm? -Huh?
Uh-uh.
No, course not!
I wouldn't let anyone take that right away from me.
You guys go tell the warden
I have an announcement to make to all the inmates.
Hmm!
All right, some of you with your ears to the ground
might have already heard the rumor.
Well, that rumor's true.
I just lost a fight against Baki Hanma.
And as a result,
I'm sorry to say that I'm no longer deserving
of being called Number One here in the Arizona State Prison.
But the thing about that is,
I just can't stand it, no way in hell!
So, what should I do?
That's simple enough.
If he's gone, then there's no problem.
Warden…
…go ahead and process him.
Go on, release him.
Baki Hanma leaves here today.
Uh-- Uh, but today?
I-- Trying to get that done so quickly would be, uh--
You can handle the paperwork later.
It's just…
It's better than 4,000 prisoners escaping, isn't it?
I was released pretty fast,
like, surprisingly, fast.
I didn't even have time to grab my socks.
I asked them to get me a bike, some food, a bottle of water and even a little cash.
Biscuit Oliva, Mr. Unchained himself,
had a request of his own.
Well, more like a demand.
A helicopter escort to the airport to make sure I got on a plane and left.
Let it go!
He actually defeated Unchained with sheer strength?
It appears he's been developing faster than expected, doesn't it?
You may have laughed at it before,
but now it seems like Baki's idea
of shadowboxing against an imaginary praying mantis
was actually a very good one, after all.
I'd say it's just as magnificent an encounter
as your slaughter of that gigantic African elephant.
And all of that doesn't even touch upon
the fact that he defeated the strongest man in America,
or perhaps the whole world, "Unchained" Oliva,
matching his sheer strength, and even overcoming it.
That man was a monster that even you had to respect.
You know, Ogre,
out of everyone in this whole world,
your biggest threat very well may be Baki.
Damn it, Strydum, do you ever stop talking?
Uh, I'm sorry.
Uh, let's change the subject.
Look at these things.
What's so amazing
is the fact that even if these stuffed animals somehow came back to life,
they'd never be able to defeat you.
What do you think, Ogre,
would Baki be able to defeat these creatures?
I doubt if he'd try in the first place, but if he did, he could do it.
Hmm?
Uh… Um…
Well, uh…
What about this one?
That'd be more difficult.
And he wouldn't come out of it unscathed,
but I'd say if it were inside of a cage, he could do it within half an hour.
Then, how about--
Give it a rest already!
We're not some kids in a toy store.
Maybe you need me to shut you up.
Uh, I'm very sorry.
Please don't take it the wrong way.
I got it. No more questions. Don't worry, I won't ask again.
It's just that the two of you
are about to have the biggest father and son fight in the world,
maybe in all of history.
And you're about to face off
against someone who's probably the greatest opponent of your entire life.
I mean, you can't blame a guy for being curious about that.
He's "the greatest opponent of my entire life," huh?
If so, he'd be fulfilling his duty as my son.
Hmm?
-Uh, so, um… -Hmm?
Uh, do you think you'd be able to defeat this one?
You son of a…
Well? Could you?
Yujiro?
Hmm!
The Nuclear Waste Isolation Facility located in Colorado,
in the United States of America.
Or rather, located 700 meters beneath it,
in a rock salt bed.
A transparent salt deposit a thousand meters thick,
formed 190 million years ago.
The excavators working there had come to a halt
and were just standing still,
unable to believe what they saw in front of their eyes.
This wasn't in their textbooks!
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