In his past life, whenever a Huaxia fighter went up against one from Japan, it was as if some latent potential in their bloodline was unleashed, allowing them to exert two hundred percent of their strength.
Iron Fist felt his body surging with power. The first two matches hadn't drained much of his stamina, and after such a long rest, he felt he had returned to peak condition.
However, Iron Fist didn't underestimate his opponent just because he was from Japan. On the contrary, he took him very seriously. After all, this match determined whether he could get his bonus prize money early.
"Next up is the fighter from Japan, Samurai!"
There wasn't much of a height difference between them. Samurai walked right up to Iron Fist as soon as he entered the ring, staring directly into his eyes in an attempt to dominate him with sheer presence.
