Circle of Iron

Morthond! Morthond! Morthond!

Morthond! Morthond! Morthond!

Morthond wins.

Pelele!

Agado!

Pelele!

- Pelele wins. -

Agnim! Cord!

Cord wins!

Morthond! Pelele!

Morthond wins!

Cord! Morthond!

Gentlemen, this is the final contest.

Morthond! Morthond! Morthond!

Morthond! Morthond! Morthond!

Morthond is the winner.

You've, uh, made a mistake.

You gave the medallion to the wrong man.

Is this your color?

No.

There was no error.

You hit him after he was down.

There are rules, and you have broken them.

You have chosen to break almost every rule of the contest.

You wear no fighting clothes, you belong to no group.

I am my own man.

Then why have you come here

if you need no one but yourself?

I've come a long way

to compete for the right to find Zetan

and defeat him

and to see what is in a book he guards.

What do you know of Zetan

and his Book of Enlightenment?

Only that it's a book.

That it contains all the wisdom of the world.

Cord, he who is chosen to find and defeat Zetan

must have the ability to bind an elephant with the web of a spider.

Not stun him with a kick.

Morthond has been chosen!

Morthond is a dancer!

I'm a fighter!

Morthond has controlled himself.

You are not yet the tempered weapon that we need.

Go!

Now!

One question first.

Why have all the others you've sent never returned?

The trials along the way are severe.

Zetan has proved himself so far to be invincible.

It is because you have never sent the right man!

But I can defeat him!

Cord!

You will not go.

I will defeat this invincible Zetan!

And I will see what is in the book!

One year ago, I took a vow of silence.

When did you break it?

Now! Why are you following me?

You're angry because I defeated you.

You didn't defeat me!

You broke the rules!

Fight me again!

It serves no purpose.

You were born without a brain! Fight me!

But I want to help you, not kill you.

It's Zetan I'm after.

[men chattering in foreign language]

The important thing is eating the fruit, not how you get to it.

Eat then.

My name is Cord.

I'm looking for a great martial artist called Zetan.

There's a bee near your nose.

Who are you?

Last night, I saw you perform miracles.

If Zetan's skills are even greater than yours, I-

I'm not ready for him.

With all my training and both my eyes,

I couldn't survive one second against you.

My skills are not there to impress you.

I've got it!

Now I know!

You're Zetan. I'm the one who's blind!

Are you Zetan?

Whatever you think I am,

or want me to be,

lam.

Be my teacher.

Explain what you do. I want to practice.

Tie two birds together,

and though they have four wings- they cannot fly.

Well, I'll just follow you and watch.

And I won't annoy you by talking.

I can be silent, believe me.

They say Zetan's the guardian of a book.

He's had it for many years.

Do you know anything about this book? Know what it is?

Do you, uh, think it could be important?

If a man guards a book year after year, which is more important?

The man or the book?

Is that the secret?

The monkey tried to circle you-

and you wouldn't let him- you kept turning.

The way of the monkey is to play the fool.

While you laugh at his antics, he bites you from behind.

Unmask his ego, and you expose a coward disguised as a monkey.

I'll study them.

I'll watch them very carefully.

You already imitate their chattering perfectly.

Huh!

I don't have any reason to fight monkeys.

This lesson has no value.

One is taught in accordance to one's fitness to learn.

I'll tear my tongue out and put it-

Morthond! Wait! It's Cord!

I have brought disgrace on my brotherhood.

Zetan did this?

Morthond, answer me! How did this happen?

The first trial.

What was it?

Morthond, what was the first trial? Where?

Monkey.

Cord. The medallion.

Take it

How can I help you, Morthond?

Help me die with honor.

The way of the monkey is to play the fool.

Unmask his ego, and you expose a coward

disguised as a monkey.

Who are you?

My name is Cord.

Where is your begging bowl?

I'm not here to beg.

You're not here to beg?

I'm here to face the first trial.

Then you will beg.

What school do you come from?

Hmm? No school.

No school!

I come from myself.

Ah! He comes from himself!

A man with no mother!

What are you looking for,

man with no mother?

What?

I want to find Zetan.

And you think that to find him

you must fight me, huh?

Yes,

what acknowledged style of fighting do you use?

MY Style.

Listen to me, man who creates himself.

Go back...

the way you came,

in peace.

I don't want to go back.

And I don't want to fight you unless I have to to find Zetan.

Zetan