Lady Bloodfight Page #4

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Nothing left in the tank?

Dad, come on.

Say something. Say something.

Give me a sign.

Give me a sign, please.

Give me a f***ing sign!

The winner is number one, Ling Chow.

Next match.

Number two, Jane Jones-

versus number thirteen, Svietta Chekhov!

Please.

Please, Dad.

I'm scared.

I'm scared.

I don't think daddy's

here to help you.

So that's it?

You forfeit?

Leave me alone.

You and the Australian were friends.

So, why don't you go and get

that crazy b*tch that killed her?

- Did your teacher tell you to come here?

- No, she doesn't care about you.

I mean, she's just here settling

some score with master Shu.

I don't even know if

she cares about me.

But anyway...

- Where's your teacher?

- We had a...

Forget it.

- She dumped you?

- It's not... It's complicated.

Right.

Too bad though.

Beating that Russian freak

will be a completely yawn.

But not for you, for me.

But... knocking you out in the finals...

I've been dreaming of that.

It doesn't look like you're such

a formidable opponent after all.

Next match.

Number two, Jane Jones

versus number thirteen, Svietta Chekhov!

So your match is over

before it even begins?

Never let your guard down

so early, Sang.

We are running out of time.

Last call!

Number two, Jane Jones

versus number thirteen, Svietta Chekhov!

Little puppet, you shouldn't have come back.

Ready?

Ready?

Come on!

The winner for this round...

number thir...

That, is for Cassidy!

And that was for the rest of us.

The winner is number two, Jane Jones.

You fought bravely today

And in doing so,

you cost me quite a bit of money.

- What the hell do you want?

- Congratulate you.

And if need be, to hedge my bet

for tomorrow's final.

But, I see that there is no need.

- You're not going to make it.

- The hell I won't.

My lord, the resemblance

is truly uncanny.

Especially right now.

But...

Your injuries appear to be

more serious than his were.

What are you saying?

That's why I actually don't have to use

this on you, like I did on him.

He gave me no choice, you see.

He was going to win the final.

And lose me a lot of money.

That simply was not in the cards then.

Son of a b*tch.

He mentioned you.

He said he had a little girl,

and here you are all grown up

and ready to follow

in his footsteps.

Miss Jones, I don't think

you are faster than a bullet.

Your father certainly wasn't.

But you martial artists need to

discover that the hard way.

Did Shu's fiancee discover that

the hard way as well?

Your father is remembered incorrectly

as the coward American

who mysteriously disappeared before the final.

And you will be remembered as the one

that was good enough to get there.

Just not good enough to show up.

For a fight you really had

no chance of winning anyway.

It's really the best

for both of us.

Come.

Your task is almost complete.

Who is he?

He was my brother, Jake.

He and Shu were meant to wed.

We were so happy.

Like one family.

He made just one mistake.

Shu just abandoned him,

broke his heart.

He killed himself for her.

Just as I will now break her heart.

For him.

So that's what drive you?

Your hate?

Never hate.

Just love turn into poison.

Come on.

Shu!

Breathe.

Your ribs are cracked.

Some internal bleeding.

It was madness for you

to send her to me.

What will happen

if I don't go back?

You will survive and forget this

stupid idea of coming out here!

- But I'm so close!

- To what? Death?

Don't you understand

how lucky you are, Jane?

- If I give up, he wins.

- Who does?

Sang. He told me everything.

He killed my father.

So, this is what drives you?

Vengeance?

- Have you learned nothing I have taught?

- I have learned more than you know.

The man on your altar.

I think Sang killed him too.

- I know it well.

- You knew and you did nothing?

Even if Sang is evil,

good people should never seek vengeance.

I know what you mean

by synchronicity now.

I always thought that

message was for me...

And now I know it's for you.

Turn it over.

ALL THAT IS NECESSARY FOR EVIL

TO PROSPER IS THAT GOOD

PEOPLE DO NOTHING DAD

You're right, Jane.

- She's crazy.

- Shu healed her.

There's no ancient Chinese secret that's

going to heal broken bones in a single...

... night.

Impossible.

You heal the mind, the body will follow.

But it's an illusion.

The pain is merely asleep.

Wake it up.

You know it's very brave of you to come

and face me after what happened yesterday.

Your choice.

I'm here to win.

That's all.

So am I.

Ready?

Ready?

You don't have to die to lose.

Nobody will blame you if you

decide to step out of the line.

I have no choice but to win.

She will not survive.

She's done.

No, I don't think so.

Where are you going, Sang?

Lower the gun!

Lower the gun!

You said my bets were safe.

You know the rules, Mr. Sang.

It is the best you can do.

A quick death is better than

what I had planned up for you.

- Tell them the truth first, Sang.

- What are you talking about?

What truth?

Sang?

This is your last chance.

She is not responsible for Jake's death.

He didn't commit suicide.

I killed Jake to get out of

payment debt, that's all.

He would ruin my reputation.

Shu knew that,

but she never told you.

And if you focus your anger on him,

he wouldn't have hesitated to kill you.

I'm sorry, Wai.

The blue-eyed bullet from the west.

I didn't see it coming.

For the first time, our highest honor is awarded

to a fighter born beneath the distant sky.

Jane Jones, we salute

your courage and your skill.

And that of your opponent.

For centuries, Wudang and Shaolin have been

the rival legends of Chinese martial arts.

I hope that from today forth,

the circles would be joined together.

Raise up this hand.

Ah.

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