I see.
I thought you were acting cocky, but that wasn't the case.
It's not that you won't take your hands out,
it's that you can't.
How unusual.
You and I are facing the same way,
standing side by side.
How long has it been?
Even in the ring,
something unusual is happening.
It's Iai.
Keeping your hands down looks like a handicap at first glance.
What a trickster.
His stance looks careless at first,
but it reaches the same speed as when a sword is drawn.
Iai has the same force hiding in that still-standing form.
Just like the name implies, it's the stance.
That's right.
Baki, learn from it.
Even if
that technique will be used against you?
Cook it to perfection.
Otherwise, I won't bite.
This was a failure.
I should have
done weight training on my eardrums too.
You're finally looking at me directly.
It's the Hand Pocket Stance!
This stance feels much better somehow.
He's making fun of Ron!
Go Ron!
That's just like Oliva.
This Hand Pocket Stance is nice.
I like it.
I should've done this from the start.
His hands are out.
Look at that.
You stopped because your opponent copied you.
That's pretty small-minded.
Why are your hands still inside?
You can't even counterattack.
Aren't you able to pull your hands out?
Maybe I was too fast.
Well, then...
What's wrong?
Counterattack if your hands are out.
Here, try hitting me.
You can hit my stomach at this distance.
You can even kick my balls.
You can win in an instant.
It's hopeless.
Mr. Unchained is tied up.
I'll gladly do as you say.
I believe in first-hand experience.
I'm an American, after all.
Your punches can hit first, even when your hands are pocketed?
I won't believe such mysterious bullshit.
-All right! -Amazing!
But he was at such a disadvantage.
That idiot.
Stop looking down on martial arts.
I don't understand Iai Kenpo.
The Hand Pocket Stance is a handicap,
yet he's still fast.
That's why it's a technique.
At first glance, he looks defenseless in that stance.
But he's already at the ready stance.
He doesn't pull out his fist when he punches.
He forms his punch by swinging his hip without repositioning his hand.
Thus, his opponent can't see him pull it out.
He's properly prepared.
His fist is at full speed while it's in the pocket.
Even if his opponent has their arms up,
he will never come late.
They will at least tie.
That's why speed will never beat a Kenpo user like Ron.
Shall I end it?
Now I get it.
Your hand doesn't leave the pocket.
The pocket leaves your hand.
You can't see that.
You can't beat that.
Don't challenge him, keep to your strengths!
What?
Well, shall we begin?
The Hand Pocket Stance again?
Is he an idiot?
Ron is mad!
You're in such a hurry.
You wouldn't take out your hands for me.
You should slowly
and elegantly pull your hands out.
That's the stylish thing to do.
The tables turned!
Oliva proved his willpower!
Ron was defeated by the pocket hand technique.
Don't be stupid.
That's not a technique.
That's not a skill.
Idiot, skills and techniques mean nothing if he won.
He...
kept to his strengths.
Ron stood up!
Hey. Good morning, Ron!
The Hand Pocket showdown is back!
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
A pocket for a pocket!
Your hand-pulling technique...
and my hand-pulling technique.
It's time...
to finish this.
It's the Hand Pocket Stance again!
Right to the balls!
A consecutive kick!
It's a flurry of strikes!
Oliva hasn't defended himself...
for a while now.
I told you, didn't I?
You're lacking...
My neck.
...a bit of style!
Right, Ron?
Am I wrong?
It's an Oliva headbutt to the face.
I wouldn't want to feel that.
A...
level-headed mind...
is invincible!
It's a counterattack!
Ron can still fight!
It's impossible.
I don't know how much time you've spent
training that spear hand of yours.
But when I harden my muscles for real,
it's better to give up.
For the likes of you to become strong,
I'm sure you went through unimaginably hard training.
I go through my own kind of training too.
Countless times.
He's punching with a broken hand.
Damn, you just won't stop.
We have a winner!
The Hand Pocket Stance,
even at the last moment.
He's a smart guy.
Unchained.
You finished it with a headbutt to the face.
That wasn't stylish at all.
That hurts.
We promised a perfect victory.
But we start with a loss.
Maybe I was mistaken.
We might be making enemies with an outrageous bunch.
Master, if that's true,
what do you plan to do?
The remaining four matches
will all be fought by me.
Master!
Shunsei.
Dad.
You shouldn't take away toys from your own kid.
Is that so?
One kill per person.
If the four of us slaughter them for the rest of the matches, we'll look good.
Those are big words.
Do you want to die too?
I'm not your enemy.
Very well.
One kill per person.
Make it happen, Shunsei.
Thanks, Dad.
Let me tell you something.
Japan used to hold...
a tournament for underground martial arts.
I'm sure you know.
Yes, I've heard of it before.
So?
Your opponent in the upcoming match...
was the champion.
Sympathy between two men who have strong fathers.
Begin!
In any case, one side has sprinted forward.
He dodges Shunsei's destructive punch to the right side,
and strikes Shunsei's chin perfectly.
This makes his brain crash into his skull,
as if it were a pinball game.
The tremors cause the brain to repeatedly crash into the skull,
creating typical concussion symptoms.
What's more,
he does a left uppercut on Shunsei's lower jaw
for good measure.
Using his crumbling stance,
Baki does a left roundhouse kick.
This sends Shunsei to a world far, far away,
ending everything.
This was only a two-second time frame.
The audience lost their voices,
and simply watched over the situation before them.
We have a winner!
Baki Hanma, a boy who is soon turning 18 years old.
He's in his best condition.
You're stronger than your dad.
You're amazing!
Truly amazing!
It's just as I thought.
You can guide Japan's young ones.
I what?
What do you think, Baki?
Would you like to join me?
Dad.
Hey, you.
Have you really inherited by blood?
Did I lose?
Amazing.
That kid is a great fighter.
Give up on martial arts.
-Hey, Baki. -Yes?
Focusing on strength alone is boring.
Would you like to
use that strength to help others?
Jaku, you're amazing.
Despite your upcoming fight with that man,
you're still thinking about
guiding Japan's youth.
You're strong.
I wonder if someone at your age understands such things.
I was also...
I was also
able to become strong
for another's sake.
Retsu versus Jaku.
Who should I cheer for?
I won't lose.
The current generation needs my victory.
I don't need to explain.
If you lose,
that marks our team's defeat.
I'm sure you're aware of what that means for our 4,000 years
of Chinese martial arts history.
-Master. -Yes?
I am ashamed by how much I still lack
because I feel very lucky
for ending up in this situation.
It's a critical moment for the Chinese Allied Powers.
There's no one to fall back on.
A single defeat will end it all.
Gentle and tough, a pure Japanese martial arts
Kukendo user, Sea King Jaku!
From the famous Bailin Temple,
he's a man who lives up to his title.
It's Sea King Retsu!
Begin!
Retsu.
Let's at least start with this.
A handshake.
Bailin Temple.
Or rather...
Your famous title as China's Sea King Retsu
is a thing of the past!
He got behind him!
He got his joints!
Jaku, that's dirty!
Coward, shame on you.
How wonderful.
No, this is truly wonderful.
Retsu.
Let's form a team.
Reject him!
-I need you. -What are you doing?
I need talent like you.
I knew for sure
that you'd grab my hand.
Sorry!
Amazing, Sea King Retsu!
How cowardly, Japan!
What cowardice!
He uses a friendly handshake to make a surprise attack!
This is an unforgivable act.
He's a rare, despicable sneak.
What will you do, Sea King Retsu?
How will you fight him, Sea King Retsu?
IDIOTS FROM PLANET STRONG