Is that so?
You got the point now, huh?
Whoopee.
He's got the point now!
Baki Hanma,
whether you've got the point or not,
whether you're asleep or awake,
it doesn't change that you represent a giant monster to me!
Well, then.
Guess I'd better get on with this
monster extermination.
I'm calling it a monster extermination
but I ain't gonna be doing any martial arts
during this battle with my kaiju.
I'm makin' it look like I'll throw an uppercut.
But the truth is, what I'm actually throwing is an uppercut!
For a super-top-class master martial artist like Baki,
I bet this fight is so boring that it would make him yawn.
Huh?
I'm sorry, Baki.
But ya know...
I hope you understand.
This here little fight of ours, Baki,
And it's not exactly the same
as the ones master martial artists like you have,
that are all about who wins and loses.
In this battle between you and me,
it only ends when one of us finally admits to being defeated.
Sometimes you might find yourself
staring at an opponent you've knocked down.
Later, you might end up the loser.
For people like us, a fight isn't over until both fighters say it is.
Baki, keep your big mouth shut and fight m--
Chiharu, thank you.
I'm honored to learn from you.
You know all that stretching you did earlier?
Yeah, it didn't help you.
Let me show you the Chiharu Shiba style of fighting.
What? My style?
Yeah, watch.
This is how you fight like Chiharu Shiba.
Very funny.
I'm not a person you should make fun of.
If I were you, this is what I'd do.
Stop playing around, and just fight like Baki Hanma.
I'd like to do that. Really.
That would be the easiest style for me to use.
But
that's not ever going to bring this fight to an end.
No matter how much I beat you.
- Why, you little punk, I'm gonna rip out-- - Even if you died...
No. Even once you're dead, you'd still fight.
Pretty boy!
- Hmm? - You punk.
You're fuckin' arrogant enough to think you can fight like me?!
Yeah, I can.
Bastard...
Chiharu, I can.
You bet I can.
How come?
Well, Chiharu, uh...
I'm a great admirer of yours.
Baki...
You see?
Bet you didn't expect me to be so good at being you, huh?
The Chiharu way.
Don't stop the blow just as it starts.
And, of course, don't wait until he's fully stretched out.
At the max point of impact,
land it at the point-zero-zero target of precision.
That's what it is, the so-called "Chiharu way."
He had an ordinary constitution,
but a psyche like steel.
Chiharu's steel started to develop a large bend within it.
An average black belt doesn't even compare to you.
Ascending heights through sheer fighting spirit.
I mean, you certainly can get yourself all fired up, angry.
As if your mind is lifting up your body on its own.
And you tell yourself that the sacrifice was worth it.
In exchange for the damage to my face,
I've taken your right hand and your left leg.
Chiharu, why don't we stop this?
There's no need to lose your left hand as well.
Baki.
You said you were gonna show me the style of Chiharu Shiba.
You're determined to show me the Chiharu way, ain't that right?
- Sure am. - Then are you all done showing me yet?
Come on, bitch, show me.
Huh?
Taking the hits with one's weakest point is the Chiharu way.
You know what body part of yours I'm aiming for, don't ya?
Try and stop me!
The both of them had the other one...
in trouble against the ropes.
Oh, and, Chiharu, don't miss.
This ain't my first time doin' this.
It isn't about exposing one's weakness.
In fact, it's the Chiharu Shiba way
to use that weakness as a weapon.
On your face is where a soft nose, lips, and cheeks all coexist.
It is being attacked by a hard, tough fist.
Then give them what they want.
Meet the strong point with your weak point.
On top of it, crush their confidence.
Your injured right arm
is attacked by a kick trained to be hard as steel.
Then, welcome the attack.
Let them smash into it until they are satisfied.
Transforming weak points into weapons is the Chiharu Shiba way.
That Chiharu Shiba way now had Chiharu Shiba on the ropes.
- You've never done it. - Huh?
Chiharu Shiba has never once poked someone's eyes out.
Aiming for vital spots is martial arts.
Therefore, the Chiharu way is the exact opposite.
It would be impossible to call your way a martial art.
There's no way you could do that.
Poking your fingers into the eyeballs,
which are the ultimate vital spots,
Chiharu Shiba has never done that.
So, Chiharu,
better poke good and straight.
Hmm?
Eye-poking takes a lot of skill.
Your opponent moves at will,
while your target is a mere two or three centimeters in size.
It's as difficult
as simultaneously catching two flies buzzing through the air.
There's no way you could ever do it.
How about this,
I'll poke my eyes into your two fingers?
All you gotta do is thrust your arm out straight.
And once they meet, I'll twist your fingers with my eyeballs.
There's no takin' that back now.
The shame you've caused.
The bragging you've done.
You have no choice but to back up your words.
Our only path forward now is to do this.
Later on,
Chiharu Shiba talked about it.
He said he never had any intention of crushing Baki's eyeballs.
That's why he was going to make a fist just before he struck.
But in reality, it turned out
that there wasn't even enough time for that.
Ultimate move, unleashed.
Shall we call this move, the "Cockroach Dash"?
Yeah-heh-heh-heh-heh!
Woo-hoo!
So, what will you do?
Since you're still inexperienced, this will certainly happen to you one day.
When you're struck and your brain is shaken,
it cannot be stopped with half measures.
If you just wait for it to go away,
then the time it takes to recover can be five to ten minutes.
Then you're at your opponent's mercy.
So, what will you do?
It goes without saying,
if you cannot wait, then you go out and meet it head on.
Are you able to understand that, Retsu?
To stop something from shaking, you must shake with it.
You meet it yourself.
Come on. Open your ears.
Listen carefully to your brain.
Listen closely to how its shaking.
When is it good timing to meet you?
Three...
If you screw this up, you'll never stand up again.
Five! Six!
- Seven! -Meet the damage!
- Head on! - Eight!
Nine!
I welcome you, damage.
He finally made it up, huh? Fine.
That's more than fine. That's perfect.
I won't change my style for anyone.
Isn't this the time in between rounds when you give me advice?
I only know about boxing.
I can't give advice about something I've never seen before.
Man, this is pathetic.
I have no idea what you're trying to do inside that ring.
I have no idea how you're able to fight, dodge hits,
or how you keep getting back up after being knocked down like that!
They're all the same.
Huh?
No matter what kind of moves I use against him,
I'm still only using my own two fists.
That is the Western kung fu you know so well.
It's called boxing.
It's ridiculous that the second is getting advice from his boxer.
Please give me your advice!
Huh?
Uh.
Give it your all! Everything you got!
Watch out!
That's enough.
Use everything that I've got.
That is applicable advice.
Follow it. Accept it with gratitude.
Only the laziest ones say
they've already used everything they've got.
Once more!
In fact, now's the time.
As if it were the first time!
Time to use everything I've got.
That is how...
...how to repay my coach!
At last.
This has finally turned into a real boxing match.
Joe's down!
Cruiser's been knocked down to one knee!
Seven! Eight!
I don't believe it!
My own boxer brought Smoking Joe Cruiser to his knees!
You okay, Joe?
Now that Joe has mustered
enough guts to get back up from the canvas,
that's when...
Fight!
...boxing goes beyond the realm of sports.
You can't call it a game anymore.
There it is! He's covering Joe's eyes!
You certainly are sweating a lot.
But why?
If you are such a genius fighter,
then why haven't you been able to punch me yet?
I'm an old man who's only using jumping techniques.
Why can't you hit me?
I haven't lost yet!
But you won't be able to win it.
Do you understand yet?
When someone attacks you from up above, all you can do is defend against them.
He's coming from right overhead!
- He's spinning! - Be careful now, Joe.
I hope he doesn't hurt you too bad.
Often, boxing is a fight to the death.
One! Two!
Three!
Four!
Five!
You okay, Joe?
I'm okay.
Fight!
From here on out, it's a fight to the death.
Whatever spare energy Joe has left is on the verge of flickering out.
Now's my chance!
That struck home.
And that.
And that!
The end, it's close.
Look it that!
Joe's not finished yet!
Danger!
Into the air!
He hit him in mid-air!
What incredible...
...what incredible perseverance.
Even though his body,
his body has taken serious damage as well.
This is...
This is Smoking Joe...
That's right. This guy ain't a nobody.
He's Smoking Joe, dammit!
It's Smoking Joe.
I have no choice.
The secret attack I intended to hold back for a more difficult fight...
No more holding it.
I have to release it!
Forward. Forward
Keep moving forward!
The philtrum.
When struck directly by a fist, it becomes a pain point
because it is the junction of many facial nerves.
The philtrum is a vital point,
and impact to it can leave the victim close to death or even dead.
It paralyzes all four limbs and ceases all movement.
Nine! Ten!
He did it!
I can't believe you beat Smoking Joe Cruiser!
A mysterious last round.
Awesome. You're so damn awesome!
You defeated a real heavyweight in there, an actual top contender!
I saw my dead dad for the first time in a long time.
We had a nice conversation, after the match had ended.
It's thanks to you that I could have a long talk with him.
Smoking Joe,
you're wrong.
You're not the loser.
That move that I used on you,
I need to tell you...
It's the champ!
It's Bolt!
Hey, Champ!
The champ is congratulating Retsu!
This man holding up my arm,
he's the world champion.
Thanks for what you did, Chiharu.
I did nothing.
I didn't beat Baki,
and worse than that, I couldn't even fight him back.
I just kept challenging him over and over again.
We fought each other a total of four times.
I didn't have one chance in a million of winning against him.
You couldn't even touch him?
Oh, sure.
But only because he let me get a handful of punches in.
Especially the third go I got in some really good ones that time.
Then you did fight back against him.
Naw.
That was, special,
because I either got lucky or he let me make some solid contact.
I don't care how you landed those punches.
Really? You mean it?
So, how'd you finally lose?
ICE PACK
Huh?
Is that right ? His eyes?
Yeah, his eyes.
I had my two fingers stuck out like this.
Then he rammed into them with his eyeballs.
Maybe it wasn't his eyes?
No,. it was.
Chiharu, do you think you could do the same thing with your own eyes?
No way in hell.
And why not?
Because my eyes would get crushed, that's why!
You're afraid of losing your sight?
Well, to be honest with you,
there's no way I could take my eyes out myself.
So there's something that Chiharu can't do
that Baki Hanma was able to do, huh?
The truth is, and I'm not saying this 'cause I'm sore about losing or anything,
but it seems to me that when he did
that particular special move with his eyes,
he somehow had the idea that his eyes wouldn't be crushed.
At least, it seemed that way.
Are you telling me that your eyes wouldn't be crushed
when poked with a finger?
Hold on!
I mean, imagine.
What if you went at a totally super-fast speed,
and then you decided to go ramming your eyes
right into two fingers that somebody stuck out?
If it was just fingers, then ya know what?
I think that it might just work out.
And what kind of speed are we talking about?
Hmm.
Like, as fast as a bullet train, maybe.
As fast as a bullet train, huh?
Uh oh, I think he believes me.