I've never seen a monster like this!
The T. rex's teeth and tail.
The Triceratops's feet and horns.
The Pteranodon's wings and talons.
The powers of three formidable foes, all in one single animal.
Each of them is already monster enough.
Every last aspect of their strength had been engraved into my body.
Here it comes!
The teeth, the horns,
the talons, and the beak…
All at once!
Baki's attacking!
"Genius" is the only way to describe how he's handled things until now.
But what will he do now?
The actual weight of Baki is less than even 1% of those dinosaurs.
He may be the greatest of the Cretaceous period,
but he's a novice when it comes to martial arts.
Understandably, he mistook the pain as that from a T-Rex's teeth.
Now I get it.
Hey!
Baki, now you're going too far!
That's right.
No matter the rival, when they meet, it's their first fight.
Does he plan on hitting him head-on?
Don't be too brash, Baki!
But it wasn't his first time having a first fight.
The pose made when one is just about to sprint at full speed is quite old.
In the Olympics before World War II,
there were still athletes who used this form.
The history of the starting form for sprinting
is also the history of how close to horizontal a person can get.
Ultimately, it looked like this.
A consensus was reached on this "crouch start" form for sprints.
By using this device called a starter,
the body becomes relatively more horizontal.
But naturally, it's not totally horizontal.
This day, someone has at last achieved the first human horizontal start position.
But this young man
who achieved human's first fastest and newest starting position
was not a modern human.
The time to contact with his opponent, Baki Hanma, was less than one second.
Later, the master of kung fu, Sea King Retsu,
spoke of that moment in this way.
He said he "sensed" it.
It will take time to describe with words,
but I sensed many things in that instant.
I thought, "I see."
This is what Pickle used to do in the ancient Cretaceous period.
Sometimes he used the power of a tree,
sometimes the power of a boulder.
That's why he was able to stop even a five-ton beast.
At the same time, I sensed this about Baki.
Baki's weight was only around 70 kilos.
But I, who weigh over 100 kilos, couldn't stop Pickle's tackle,
so how could he?
What's more, Pickle had an even greater advantage
than when he started on the ground against me.
I thought, "I'm going to see the end of this fight right here."
What?
How could I think so many things in less than a second?
Let's just say,
you took a bite of the most delectable curry and rice.
Spicy. Salty.
Sweet. A little sour.
The aroma. The richness. The texture of the ingredients.
The spread of flavor. The spices.
If you were to describe the taste in detail,
it would surely take you ten minutes.
But it all happens in a mere ten seconds.
Does that make sense?
What surprised me was that Baki stopped.
He dropped his stance and faced Pickle, who was just standing there.
That's right.
He took the full force of him.
There wasn't a moment for him to move.
However,
it was Pickle who flew off.
No, he didn't bounce.
He quite literally flew high and far into the air.
Whoa! He… he flew!
Did he throw him?
I don't know.
That's no surprise.
At that moment, Baki's only movement was this. Like he was shooing away a fly.
There's no move like that, not even in old-style jujitsu or aikido.
Though Pickle weighed over 200 kilos, he was sent flying up to the ceiling
by the casual flick of the hand of a small man less than half his size.
Pickle is amazing.
That guy, he's one hell of a man.
Pretty impressive, King of the Cretaceous.
Why? It was Baki who threw him!
Why is Pickle so amazing when he was the one who got thrown?
I don't understand all the complexities.
But there is something that I do understand.
The stronger the unleashed force, the forward power,
the more it is vulnerable to force from the side.
When a gun is fired,
a bullet that enters the belly could exit from the side
or through the shoulder.
It can be affected by various factors inside the soft stomach.
In extreme cases,
the single leaf of a houseplant can bend a bullet's trajectory.
If you think of Pickle as a bullet, with as much force as a bullet,
then even that light movement could deflect him that far.
That's what Hanayama said.
What Hanayama said reminded me of a fight.
In 1964, in Miami, Florida, USA,
there was the pro-boxing heavyweight title match
between Sonny Liston and Cassius Clay.
The mighty right straight that Liston threw was parried by Clay,
successfully brushing it away.
As a result, Liston's right shoulder was seriously dislocated.
It appeared to some experts that it was because Clay's parrying was so powerful,
but they're wrong.
In fact, the force of Liston's punch should be extolled for being so powerful
that the parry dislocated his shoulder.
Oh, there.
How do you like that?
I had just enough to mark eight places.
While you were cowering up there,
this place has become my territory.
What the heck?
I get it!
That's enough, I think. That's enough of the tricks.
T-Rex, Triceratops, Pteranodon, I think I went too far with them.
Back to basics.
As fellow Homo sapiens…
As humans, let's fight.
I wanna do this at least once.
What a fool, huh?
A head-to-head fight!
To the ground--
No! It's like I was smashed by the ground!
I said I wanted a head-to-head fight.
Was this what I expected? Or more than I expected?
Now I see.
You really are strong.
No doubt about it.
Even when I block, it's like…
the arms that I block with have turned into weak spots!
His strength is superhuman.
This is the third time I've seen the lights today.
Superhuman strength?
When I think of superhuman strength, I think of him.
Biscuit Oliva. Mr. Unchained.
I'd love to see a scene like this.
I'm sure he'd do it.
A head-to-head fight. Just like from the world of mythology.
A head-to-head fight?
Speaking of fights,
that guy watching from over there,
those fists.
He's the same way. No cheap tricks.
He'd do it for sure, from right in front.
Right in front?
If there's a "right in front," then what about "right in back"?
That phrase doesn't exist.
Speaking of backs, this is the real deal.
Ogre!
They both would use this stance.
I wonder how that would end up.
But, that's right,
what I'm really interested in,
what I really want to see is…
how would Baki Hanma
stop this guy?
I've lived for 18 years.
Mindfully, very cautiously.
I have lived…
to win.
I've followed in the footsteps of the most powerful being on Earth,
Yujiro Hanma.
Why?
"Why?" you ask. Are you insane?
Am I searching for a reason to fight Yujiro Hanma?
Wasn't it to get vengeance for my mother?`
That's right. That was four years ago.
Hatred…
Hatred?
Admiration…
Don't be stupid! Why would I admire him?
There's one thing…
There's one thing that's very clear.
Yujiro Hanma's strength.
There's no denying it,
every last inch of him is faultless.
In a way,
you could say it's trust.
I've followed in his footsteps.
I've equipped myself against those fists.
I've pictured their speed.
That's why I can dodge them. I can dodge these.
A single blow can lead to serious trouble just by touching me.
I can dodge it.
Even more last-second. More effectively.
He dodged them with less and less time to spare.
Closer to the last second.
At first, his body twisted with big movements.
But then it brushed against his hair, then grazed his skin.
The closer he cut it, it was like…
Rather than martial arts or fighting,
it was more like a dance.
That's right, like bullfighting.
As if he were a matador.
He had seen many kinds of speed.
On land. In the water. In the air.
And today, another new experience.
A speed that defied the concept of speed.
He didn't go through him, he ghosted by him.
At that moment, from Pickle's memory…
At first, half in sport, it was out of a desire for a snack.
He learned they weren't so easy to catch.
He got it! He was sure!
He silently realized then
that there were beings in this world that could travel through his body.
There was a renowned karate fighter known as the father of fighting karate.
Late in his life, he said,
"I have dodged numerous thrusts."
"I have received numerous kicks."
"I've been attacked with numerous elbows, knees, and headbutts."
"Even with steel pipes, thrown stones, and knives."
"As close as possible, at the last second,
only at the very last second,
did I dodge them."
Then during an ordinary practice, he experienced an astonishing state.
He said, "I passed through him."
He said that he slipped through his opponent.
Of course, it was physically impossible.
As a result of spending
a mind-numbing amount of time circling behind his opponents,
his blocks, his defensive moves,
his footwork…
they were utterly stripped of all wasted movement.
He had transcended "circling opponents."
He entered a state of "passing through" them.
Who is this male?
Just how many tricks will he use?
Has he… Have Baki's fighting abilities attained this high a level?
Could I do it?
Can I replicate what he has done?
The man crowned God of War, Doppo Orochi,
the man called the walking embodiment of fighting, Goki Shibukawa,
and the man at the summit, as the greatest active kung fu fighter,
my teacher, Sea Emperor Kaku.
Could those three replicate this feat?
It was no surprise Pickle was astonished.
The location of his elusive opponent
was right up close to him.
His left hand gripped an invisible saber
that drove into the fighting bull's, or rather, Pickle's weak spot…
and penetrated deep.
He had a feeling, the coming pain would be great.
Like when stubbing a toe on the corner of a desk.
Or when being struck hard in the solar plexus.
During the few moments we're granted before the onset of actual pain,
the brain has already predicted the pain from the intensity of the blow.
Immediately after, the pain hits with the predicted intensity,
and is as excruciating as predicted, if not more.
That is the period of preparation that God granted us.
He had two memories of this, engraved into him from past tough battles.
Here it comes! The greatest wave of pain ever!
The impact and the intensity of the tremor tells him so.
Here it is!
Just as he imagined. Even greater than he imagined.
That worked!
Exactly.
At any time and in every situation, the crotch always works.
Oh, but the balls are this tiny. It causes this much pain?
Just tiny balls? You are mistaken.
This is certain. The testicles are an internal organ.
Really?
They're fragile.
As a fetus, they're inside the body.
They go out of the body to cool.
They're weak. There is nothing weaker.
They're as weak as the heart, the liver,
the stomach, and the brain.
But those are protected
by thick muscle, fat, bones,
and a sturdy skull.
However, the testicles,
entrusted with the important task of producing sperm,
must be cooled.
In order to accomplish this vital duty,
they're forced outside the body, wrapped in a mere single layer of skin.
They're exposed in this vulnerable state.
If the heart were dangling at your crotch wrapped in a single layer of skin,
it would be an incredible weakness in times of battle.
I could never leave the house.
I guess it's over.
No.
No, it's not.
What?
Damn guy, he collapsed with a good look on his face.
Will you get back up, or will you stay down?
The moment you're hit,
the answer is instantly decided within your heart.
Do you think, "I'm beaten! Leave me be!"?
Or "How dare he! I'll get him for this!"?
Your expression in the moment of collapse…
Any remainder of your will to fight, will show in your expression.
The look on Pickle's face a second ago…
Not only will he get back up, but it seems that Baki
has made Pickle's blood boil.
They were both trembling.
With nervous tension.
With anger.
It's close.
This fight's been a long one.
But the finale is close.
This face.
This stance.
This is his final form.