What's wrong?
You got quiet all of a sudden.
You're being weird...
You guys...
In here, size won't be an advantage.
In fact...
you're the one at a disadvantage.
Hey, are you listening?
-Don't... -Sho!
Hey!
Hold on!
No way! I'm going to lose--
I don't want to lose to a monster like him!
Help!
I'm... I'm sorry.
I'm sorry!
Give me a break, please give me a break! It was my ba--
Osu!
You've really gotten huge.
I'm 1.90 m but I have to crane my neck.
You're obviously even bigger than Mr. Toba.
Either way, I'm grateful for your suggestion.
Really...
Sikorsky, you'll pay for what you did to me today--
You'll do anything to get my guard down.
You'd probably lick my ass if no one was looking.
I'll expose you for who you are.
No, wait...
Relax.
No need to hide it from me!
He kicked the bucket before he could show his true colors.
Son of a bitch!
This Russian stabbed me in the back.
Now, shall we go?
It's shaking...
Cold glass...
This feeling...
Am I upside down?
What the hell is happening?
The phone booth...
That's right...
I'm starting to remember.
This is inside the phone booth.
It was inside here that, that beast...
More importantly...
where am I being taken?
We stopped.
Light!
Noise?
Let's continue.
Get off.
Sikorsky.
You're quite popular.
Is this your doing?
Sikorsky.
You are free.
Whether you choose to run or fight.
Or to admit defeat.
The rule is simple. Fight with your bare fists.
But you're free to decide whether or not to follow it.
Your background has been explained to the audience.
They know you're a death row inmate.
They're all hoping you'll break the rules.
The encounter of two super strong men...
The place you fight shouldn't matter to you.
Whether it's the South Pole, the seafloor, the middle of a city...
or here. Right?
Do you think we're being unfair, Sikorsky?
Okay, then.
Let's begin right away.
Sikorsky...
It's already begun.
What an irony.
If there's a ring, money, and an opponent, I'll fight anytime.
Even right here and now.
You just have to give the word.
You know there's no prize money for matches at my place, right?
They're famous. Everyone knows about your tournaments.
Competing in that room down there brings status.
More than enough money will come after that.
You talk pretty big for a guy coming from the amateur ranks.
That's called, "Igari-ism."
Right, Chairman?
The word is given.
If you can only fight prepared, you can't be called a martial artist.
A "match" is just that. Nothing more than mere rehearsal.
You can do it all you want, but it's still just a rehearsal.
It's not the real deal.
Sikorsky's own words,
to the martial artist he defeated at the time.
Those words are now coming right back at him.
If any place and opportunity is to be considered the "real deal,"
then even a match that starts on cue in an arena,
should, of course, also be considered the "real deal."
Yes, here in this underground arena!
Good news.
In this match, you can't lose from breaking the rules.
Davay!
I like the attitude.
As I expected. It's just as I expected.
I knew...
that this would happen.
This is fine.
This is fine for now.
Come back in here.
Oh, there it is!
A weapon attack!
Spear fighting, huh?
I advise you against it.
He stabbed him!
If it's not a real spear, it won't pierce my abs.
He's trained in such a level?
He's not human.
Time for a substitution.
An opponent fit for you.
Master fighter of environment, Gaia, in person!
Who's that guy?
Is he a death row inmate, too?
Is he even an adult?
This man... is Gaia?
This harmless-looking man is the one
who drove Baki near to death during his training days?
A full house...
-Who the hell are you? -This ain't for you!
-Where's Jack? -Go home!
-Are you even a martial artist? -Military nerd!
-Who are you? -Where's Jack?
-BB guns aren't allowed you know? -Go home!
It really resonates when I do that, even lightly indoors.
Are you a death row inmate?
I guess I have to wait a bit before you can hear again.
Can you hear me?
I hear you can use anything here to fight.
For example, this...
-A knife? -Already?
...or this?
You...
-It's a gun! -A gun?
He had a gun on him?
Relax.
Using a prepared weapon is disgraceful as a martial artist.
It wouldn't be considered "mastery of environment," then.
Here...
this environment in which I stand...
will be the only thing I use.
This is what is called "mastery of environment."
For example...
-It's teeth! -Teeth?
It's teeth and nails that were in the sand!
Shall we start with something like this?
What kind of fighting style is that?
Even one scoop of water in my hand becomes a capable weapon.
Sand would make an even stronger weapon.
And if there are solid pieces of teeth and nail mixed into the sand...
it's like having ammunition.
That was like a shotgun!
Subtitle translation by Emily Noguchi