He went up there! He's promoting himself too!
I appreciate your ardent friendship.
I knew I was taking a gamble when I introduced you,
but to be honest, I was in a cold sweat.
If you didn't cooperate and come up here,
I'd be getting thrashed right about now.
I honestly appreciate this.
Hey!
What the hell's going on here, Mr. Kaiser?
This ain't your ring. It's mine.
Hear that?
Get outta this ring before you're thrown out.
What an odd thing to say.
You're a former world champion and still a superstar, Andrei Valev.
You blessed this ring with your 31st KO victory.
Everyone here celebrates you.
Except for this man.
This man came here to insult you!
No, in fact, he came to trample on boxing itself, not just you.
Kaiser, that little man with that body?
How's he gonna insult me?
There is a saying in Japan.
"The bigger the man, the smaller the brain."
You Americans wouldn't understand this.
The intellect of someone like you, who only sees the body as a mass of muscle,
wouldn't understand martial arts nurtured over an eternity of 4,000 years.
Mr. Retsu, this isn't a pro wrestling ring.
Your blatant taunts won't start any trouble.
Retsu, I've prepared a demonstration for you to exhibit your stuff.
To you, it's a stupid little performance,
but it'll make it easier to understand for Americans.
Just show them a fragment of that eternity.
Mr. Kaiser.
I thought that you were a talented promoter.
Who would be entertained if I destroyed this?
Isn't there something else here
that's larger, tougher and more worthy of being destroyed?
R... Retsu...
Karate was the start of my career in punching people.
If you'd like, I'd be glad to fight you bare-knuckled, Mr. Retsu.
Kick his ass, Valev!
Split him right down the middle!
It's been turned to powder!
He didn't break them.
He turned the blocks to sand.
This is war! Dragon versus Goliath.
The greatest and most glorious in history.
An unprecedented exhibition match!
Mr. Retsu, can you tell us about your history and your career as a fighter?
I'm not quite sure how to explain it.
I entered the Bailin Temple at the age of four.
After that, I spent my days training.
What about your fight history?
I don't have an official match record.
All of my fights have been unofficial.
Then what's your record for those unofficial fights?
I've never counted them,
neither those that I've won nor lost.
What were the rules?
Rules?
I doubt they were boxing rules.
They were fights.
That is, a comparison of strength.
You mean they were mixed martial arts rules?
Mixed martial arts?
- What? - How does he not know?
I've never been in a match governed by rules.
They were just about seeing who was stronger.
If I may ask, what happened to your leg?
I lost it in a fight with a friend.
You're kidding.
That sort of thing happens.
That is the nature of a fight.
I have a question for Mr. Kaiser.
What will the rules be for this fight?
Two men will compete using the strength of their fists.
That's the rule.
Then wouldn't you say that's boxing?
I'll let you decide how you define the rules.
This is simply an exhibition, after all.
You call it an exhibition,
but one of them's a former world champion.
Look, I just promote matches.
I just present them to you.
Like, "Here is a fight between beasts. If you wanna come watch, be my guest."
A boxing match with the former champion, Valev?
That's pretty amazing, Retsu.
Your debut match is with Valev?
You're disrespectful.
I am not disrespectful.
You're disrespecting boxing.
Your career consists of just two sparring matches.
Do you think you're a world champion now?
This is a good chance. If you can see a punch from this oldster, dodge...
What's the matter, Bruce Lee?
Can't see a punch coming from a boxer who retired ten years ago?
That's how quick a jab from a boxer is.
If I'd been Valev, you'd be dead!
Turn down this fight.
That would be the polite way to treat the former champion.
We've got no more business here in Vegas.
We'll take a flight home tomorrow.
I couldn't care less what Kaiser says.
He's nothing but a promoter after... Huh?
What the... Huh?
Sorry.
It seems I reflexively dislocated your wrist.
You mean you saw it?
I didn't intend to dodge it.
You've been in the boxing business a long time, Mr. Fukamachi.
Your anger is perfectly reasonable.
That punch is my punishment for hurting your feelings.
However, I ask that you also understand my feelings regarding martial arts.
Well, it is just an exhibition.
I guess I can stay a little while longer.
Thank you!
Chinese dragon!
Chinese kung fu!
Sea King!
Retsu was perplexed.
It was his first fight for public entertainment.
Incomprehensible...
Public entertainment is incomprehensible.
Why is this man pretending to be angry?
Even if it's for the sake of entertainment,
why is it necessary to go this far?
It's showtime!
The great People's Republic of China has bared its fangs to the world!
What a charade.
Unsatisfied with just the financial...
All these things are useless for a fight.
...expanding their influence over the world of sport.
Even the spectators are acting.
Just try it!
Try it If you think you can beat me!
Way to go!
Beat the crap outta him, Valev!
This is also an act.
He kicked knowing he wouldn't hit me.
Come on.
Mr. Retsu, my own showtime is over.
Fight clean.
From here on, this is a competition.
No more acting.
Retsu, don't you die.
He can move that quick?
Height, 237 cm.
Weight, 151 kilos.
That's good footwork for such a massive man.
As I suspected.
His fighting power isn't simply his great size.
In that case...
- Huh? - What?
Ah! You idiot!
He's squatting in the corner!
Has he given up?
You've put yourself into a corner while facing me.
You just put yourself in the most dangerous spot in the boxing ring.
I'm certain that you, in your own way, understand the meaning of this, right?
Hey! What's the meaning of this?
Stand up and fight!
And what do you mean by "stand"?
I am not sitting.
Though my hips are low, I most certainly am standing.
And I don't understand why you're telling me to fight.
I have no intention of fighting Valev.
I have no intention of punching him or being punched by him.
You're giving up the fight without throwing a single jab?
I'll win this without throwing a single jab.
Can you please get out of the way, Mr. Mills?
You're keeping me from beating this guy.
The giant Valev was delighted.
He was encountering
a mysterious fighting style he had never before imagined.
And he was delighted that most likely...
no, most definitely, he was going to smash through it.
Musunkei...
The last thing that Valev saw was a single photographer.
Welcome, Sea King Retsu.
This is your reward for your fight last night, for that super technique.
Mine?
In a single night,
you've become the most sensational Chinese person in the U.S.
My staff has been overwhelmed with requests since early this morning.
It's no surprise. Everyone all over the U.S. saw it.
The motionless glove that suddenly smashed through his face.
Tell us how you feel right now.
I already knew this would happen.
I simply displayed the dominance of kung fu.
For your finishing blow,
you were just touching him like this when you punched him.
That's Musunkei.
It can also be called the "No-Inch Punch."
"No-Inch"?
In any case, your martial art, boxing, is still young.
I want to show you a fight of mature fighting skills
against the next formidable foe, as soon as possible.
That one comment turned the whole world against you.
It's just like I told you, right?
You'll be showered in dozens of millions of dollars
and there'll be monsters that'll make you wanna run away.
Here, take it with you.
How much is there?
In dollars, it's two million.
In weight, it's 20 kilos.
I got you an attaché case.
It should fit just right.
I see.
I don't know by what contrivance this wealth was created,
but if you want me to have it, I will.
But what are those?
Those filthy boots next to my money.
Don't tell me to take it.
You'll be putting it in the case and handing it to me.
If you don't, then I'll shatter those impolite feet of yours.
Thank you.
I've called a car for you.
I appreciate it.
Would you like a brandy, Mr. Retsu?
No. Oolong tea.
Sorry... I can only offer Fauchon black tea.
These limousines sure are useless.
DIE SCUM - MAMA'S BOY
What? Now?
This isn't any good.
I need another cup.
But would he really come so suddenly?
He's never been here even once before.
He's close. I can tell he's really close!
Twenty meters away? No, even closer.
Ten meters?
Wait. Even closer?
Don't tell me he's already at the door.
I doubt he's gotten that far...
What?!
Hi. Welcome.
It's Blue Mountain.
This sure is sudden.
You know, I kinda thought you'd come, so I made two cups.
I guess it shows we're related, right?
Whoa! He's actually drinking the coffee!
You want any sugar?
Is this it?
Is this the father-son relationship that you're after?
Well, I guess this is about right.
Is it gonna happen?
Turning the table...
Are you frightened of your father?
I doubt there's been a single second
that I haven't been afraid of my father, afraid of Yujiro Hanma.
Fear. Tremors.
Adoration. Admiration. Respect.
And... I've detested you.
Then why don't you let it out, if you detest me?
Dad...
What you're saying is crazy. We're father and son, you know.
If you and I were to fight, Dad, it wouldn't be a match.
Both agreeing to it, getting into top form by a set date and time...
It wouldn't be like that.
As we live as father and son,
one random day in our everyday life...
a trivial thing, a truly trivial thing causes us to start a small argument.
Eventually it turns into a quarrel
and ultimately, the animosity we've suppressed...
I see.
Yes, I see.
It may be just as you say.
By the way, my son...
It's happening already?!
What the hell is your problem serving me this crappy coffee?
There it is. That was sudden!
An unnaturally trivial trigger.
I am very sorry, Father.
Even though you came all the way here,
I heedlessly served you terrible coffee.
I'll be more careful from now on. I beg your forgiveness.
Come on, Dad.
Don't go lying to me.
No matter how trivial, it needs to be a real problem.
You drank it in just two gulps.
So the coffee was actually good.
Like it or not,
family harmony doesn't interest me in the least, and I can't understand it.
That is all.
Dad.
Make me some coffee.
Come on. It's not too much to ask, right?
I'd like to drink coffee you've made, Dad.
You can have coffee made by Yujiro Hanma.
There is just one way you can have it.
That's by forcing me to make it.
Grab the reluctant Yujiro Hanma by the scruff of the neck
and force him to make it.
If he refuses,
slap him, knock him down, and punch him
until he submits and makes it.
Give him no option.
You'll have to force him.
If you can do that, Baki,
you can even make him cook for you!
His father's words and the table that had been broken into four pieces,
he turned these things over in his mind.
Wow, that was easy.
Do I feel relieved?
Baki was astonished.
When his father, Yujiro Hanma, the man he must overcome, left,
he clearly felt relieved.
Dad!
What's wrong?
You want coffee?
The front door...
You need to shut it gently.
You're exactly right.
Inside Baki's mind, a single phrase whirled around at high speed.
Telling him to come and close it again would be going too far.
Telling your father to do that would be going too far.
This is far enough.
Dang it.
What a hopeless dad.
It's the same as always,
an afternoon like any other.