A large, muscular man approaches a large, rotund man. It's Aleksandr Jovovich, looking to start a conversation with Makoto Genryuuzan.
- "Yo, Genryuuzan."
- "What's up?"
- "Have you heard of the "Weapon Fist" before?"
- "Yeah, I have."
- "Then you know what's about to happen in this match."
The two look down into the arena.
- "A massacre."
Genryuuzan replies, shrugging his arms.
- "But, that Francisco Luna guy…something's off about him."
He adds.
- "Like what?"
Genryuuzan looks up at the sky, trying to remember something.
- "There's a certain school of Kung-Fu that specializes in imitating animals, and it is said that masters of this art are able to manifest the illusion of their animal."
Aleksandr scratches his head.
- "What are you getting at?"
A bead of sweat drops from Genryuuzan's head.
- "I saw him walking to the entrance hallway on my way up here. All he did was walk, yet I saw a demonic figure that seemed to be coming from his body."
Aleksandr scoffs.
- "That's a bit weird, don't you think? You sure you're not hallucinating?"
Genryuuzan clenches his fist.
- "Don't tell anyone this, but I felt fear."
Aleksandr looks shocked.
- "Really? That guy's not even half your size."
- "Yeah, but to give an analogy it was like staring down a Rikishi bigger and stronger than I was."
- "I wonder what that's about."
Meanwhile, Luthfi watches from the infirmary. He's leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed.
- "Seriously, what's up with that guy?"
He thinks to himself, referring to Francisco Luna.
- "Guess I'll just have to wait and see."
Waldemar, who is also in the infirmary leans back in his chair.
- "Francisco's matches are always a delight to watch!"
He shouts, alerting the entire infirmary.
- "Just watch, he's a monster in human form."
Leonardo glances at Waldemar. Jack notices.
- "You get that remark a lot too, don't you?"
Leonardo chuckles.
- "Yeah."
Jack looks back at the screen.
- "That guy is big trouble."
He thinks to himself, also referring to Francisco Luna.
The fighters enter the arena.
- "Now it's time for round 1, match 10! Yong "Master of the Battlefield" An versus Francisco "The Crimson Moon of Mindanao" Luna!!!"
The fighters stare each other down. Yong smirks.
- "This guy is the real deal! I'll make his death the most spectacular this world has ever seen!"
He thinks to himself. Yong An is a practitioner and the founder of the martial art he dubbed: The Weapon Fist. Borrowing many elements from Kung-Fu and Wushu, and adding partial training, he has effectively turned his fingertips, his knuckles, his elbows, his knees, his toes and his heels from blunt weapons to deadly blades. It is quite similar to Punyawit Kaemkratok's own partial training to sharpen his blunt body parts, only this time instead of just the elbows and knuckles, he has turned his entire body into a bladed weapon.
- "Fighters are you ready!?"
- "READY!!!"
- "Yes."
- "Then…BEGIN!!!"
The fight starts and Yong An lunges, his fingers getting ready for a Spearhand.
- "And the fight is over!"
He thinks to himself as he gets ready to pierce through Francisco's body. Just then, he had a vision of his own body getting sliced to pieces. He backs off before he could fully commit. Despite receiving no damage, his breath is shaky.
- "Oh! A display of intimidation by Yong An! He's pretty much telling his opponent that he can end him anytime!"
Yong looks distraught.
- "No, that's not at all what I intended. What the hell did I just see!?"
Francisco slowly walks towards Yong. He instinctively steps back.
- "Oh! And now he's baiting Francisco to enter his range by going on the back foot!"
Quite the opposite is happening. Francisco is making him back down by doing nothing but walking towards him.
- "What's wrong? Weren't you gonna slice me up?"
Francisco says. Yong grits his teeth and clicks his tongue.
- "No use being a coward here, I gotta fight!"
He lunges forward with a Spearhand. Francisco dodges. Again, with a Spearkick, and again Francisco dodges. Yong shouts, gathering up some of his "energy" before throwing a barrage of Spearhands at Francsico.
- "A Spearhand barrage! Just one stab could be a game changer!"
Francisco grabs both of his arms.
- "You hear that? He said one stab could be a game changer. So be a good martial artist and hit me where it hurts."
He says, condescendingly. Yong is obviously irritated, so he pulls back his arms. He goes in for a knee kick, but Francisco dodges again. Yong tries to go for a Knifehand chop, but Francisco uses Yong's momentum to throw him off balance. He lands on his butt.
- "Oh! Francisco redirects the force of the blow, sending Yong to the ground!"
Francisco puts his fist in front of Yong's face.
- "If you give up it'll make my life a bit easier."
Yong gets up. He clicks his tongue.
- "You're mocking me, the great Yong An! I am the founder of The Weapon Fist, and you are just a speck in my way. I won't let y-"
Yong is cut off as he gets hit by Francisco's knee kick to the torso.
- "This could've ended without you getting injured."
The fight is over, but Francisco makes sure that it really is. After the knee kick, he follows up with a palm strike to the face, then a straight punch to the gut, then a barrage of low kicks to the thigh.
- "What is this!? Francisco is just massacring Yong An!"
Followed up by an elbow to the temple, and an elbow uppercut, then a 12-6 elbow to the shoulder. Yong falls unconscious, but Francisco lifts him up by the neck with his leg. He then lets go of him and hits him with an axe kick to the back of the head, sending him to the ground. Francisco looks down at his opponent before turning away preparing to exit.
Bartolomew has a sudden realization and jumps out of his bed.
- "I know what his style is now!"
The rest of the fighters in the infirmary all turn their heads towards Bartolomew.
- "I fought him in the preliminary rounds, and I recognized him, but I didn't know what his style was until I saw it from a different perspective."
He says, as Narso moves in closer.
- "So, what is it?"
Narso asks. Bartolomew shivers.
- "He uses Yaw-Yan, or Sayaw ng Kamatayan."
The fighters in the room look a bit confused, they had never heard of such a martial art before.
- "Dance of Death, eh?'
Katsuya, listening in to the conversation, butts in.
- "You know about it?"
- "Yeah, for those of you who don't, Yaw-Yan is the Philippines' response to Muay Thai. Despite it not being that well known, its practitioners have gone on to dominate pretty much every fighting scene that allows for mixed styles."
The fighters murmur, talking about the style. Punyawit, who was also listening in, raises his hand.
- "I'd like to add to what Mr. Katsuya here said. While yes, it is the Philippines' response to our Muay Thai, it also incorporates techniques from many different schools of martial arts. This includes Karate, Judo, and Kickboxing. It is a very well-rounded martial art."
Punyawit points at Francisco on the screen as he explains.
- "And that man might be the best Yaw-Yan practitioner there is. It's actually insane, how a guy that small and nimble can dismantle someone like Yong An."
The fighters in the infirmary continue to wait for the next match.
Since Francisco was already walking away, the referee just decides to raise his own arm.
- "And the winner is-!!!"
Something grabs his arm. It's Yong An.
- "What's this!? Yong An's back on his feet!? Looks like Francisco wasn't expecting that, seeing as he's already halfway to the entrance hallway!"
Francisco stops in his tracks and turns around. He glances at Yong. He's unconscious, but still in a fighting position.
- "Look here ladies and gentlemen! Yong's been knocked unconscious, but he's raring to go! We haven't seen fighting spirit like this since the match between The Stinger and The Muay Thai Monster!"
Jack clicks his tongue.
- "He really didn't have to bring that up."
Francisco walks back to face the unconscious Yong.
- "What excellent fighting spirit."
Yong lunges forward with another Spearhand. Francisco grabs his arm and uses the momentum to perform a shoulder throw, sending him to the ground. The pain wakes Yong up, but Francisco has got him in a rear naked choke.
- "A flawless rear naked choke from Francisco!"
Yong struggles, but it's no use, he gets knocked out once more. Francisco lets him go. He once again walks towards the entrance hallway without waiting for the referee.
- "Ah! And the winner is…FRANCISCO "THE CRIMSON MOON OF MINDANAO" LUNA!!!"
Francisco walks back to his seat in the stands, as he took no damage. He looks around and notices that two seats are empty. He then realizes that Jitae went to look for his kid and that Waldemar is in the infirmary.
- "Why did I even bother coming back here."
He says as he sighs.
Meanwhile, the fighters in the infirmary are all in shock, heads racking at how someone could demolish someone like Yong An that easily. Even fighters like Katsuya and Jacques are a bit shaken.
- "That guy's quite strong, all the more reason I gotta beat him."
Leonardo proclaims. The rest of the fighters, even Punyawit, regained their fighting spirit due to Leonardo's words.
- "He's right. We're here to prove that one of us is the strongest in the world."
Katsuya follows up.
- "And honestly, it's going to be me."
He says before chuckling.
- "Nah, that's going to be me!"
- "What are you talking about, it's obviously going to be me."
- "Shut it you two, it's going to be me."
The fighters bicker like they're children.
- "I think you started something."
Jack whispers, leaning towards Leonardo. Leonardo smiles.
- "I think it's great that we're all being honest with ourselves."
Leonardo replies. Jack tilts his head, confused.
- "What do you mean?"
- "All of us still want to be the strongest in the world. I never thought I'd be able to meet so many like-minded people."
Jack thinks about it for a second. He stands up to get some water.
- "I guess you're right. I did feel like that at one point."
- "You can still go for it."
- "Don't be ridiculous, I'm too old."
- "That's not stopping Mr. Waldemar, is it?"
Lenardo chuckles, Jack smiles in response.
- "He's just a special case."
Jack says, as he leaves.