The next day, Lee was training with Marshall in some dojo (not the Mishima one because Lee didn't want his father putting pressure on him or making comments or stressing him in any ways) when Marshall told him:

-Are you really gonna confront your brother?

-Of course, said the silver-haired demon as he kicked the punching bag.

-You know he has beaten Paul... Paul is still at the hospital under intensive cares... Maybe...

Lee sharply interrupted:

-Maybe what? You're supposed to train me, not dishearten me!

-Yeah. Huh... Yeah, you're right. But...

-No but!

Marshall had never seen Lee so tense before. It somehow scared him.

-Okay. You're right again. Sorry. You can do it.

-So much passion in your words... Go visit Paul. I'll train alone.

-It's not that I don't believe in your fighting chances but I don't want you to suffer the same fate as Paul...

Marshall knew that Lee could never beat Paul. No one could beat Paul. Paul was the best. If he got beaten now, Lee had not much chances. In fact, no chances to win. Despite Marshall's lack of trust in his abilities but noticing his friend's worries over him, Lee calmed down a bit.

-Thank you for your concern but I have to do it. I'll lose the Zaibatsu if I lose the fight...

-Yeah, to play the company is such a stupid idea... Sorry, I didn't want to insult your father...

-I don't mind at all.

Lee was still very angry at Heihachi to have organized that stupid tournament. Right now, he mostly feared Kazuya but was mostly angry at his father. If he lost to Kazuya, he would look like a loser in front of everyone and mostly of his father, who already seemed to think Kazuya would win (like everybody seemed to think, which was very annoying...), and if Kazuya won against Heihachi, he would also lose the Mishima Zaibatsu... Lee then told Marshall on a kinder tone:

-Go visit Paul. I don't think I need physical training that much, I mostly need to calm down and prepare myself mentally... I'm sorry if I'm not going to the hospital to visit, I'm too stressed out... But I do wish him to get back on his feet soon...

-Okay. Call me at the hotel if you need some training later. But yeah, I think it's mental preparation you need. Once you got it, you'll win!

Marshall gave a thumbs up to Lee who knew his friend didn't really believe what he said, not having any great conviction but no matter, what mattered was his own conviction that he could beat Kazuya. And he had to work on that now... Standing by the door, Marshall then added before he left:

-...Beside you do have an advantage over Paul. You know how your brother fights since you fought with him so often...

Yeah, fought him so often... Lee remembered how he and Kazuya used to be mostly equals in fights. Now he had seen all of Kazuya's fights during the Tournament and could really certify that Kazuya gained a lot of strength over the years... while he only slightly improved... Lee didn't really understand: He did train all those years as well, like Kazuya. Why has Kazuya evolved that much in his fighting skills and not him? Maybe Kazuya trained and only did that, trained all day long... Lee had to take care of the business for hours, and then relaxed and enjoyed his rich way of life with parties, dates, going to shows, to the beach... Driving around the city with his car...

Will his way of life be his downfall? Yet the real responsible was still his father, Heihachi, who suddenly decided to play the Mishima Zabatsu... Old fool!

Furious, Lee kicked the punching bag and ripped it.

The next day, the fight between Lee and Kazuya was now the event of the day. But in the early morning, Marshall went to see Lee and showed him a small bottle.

-What's that? asked Lee.

-Laxatives. Put some over your brother's food.

Lee giggled and said:

-Heavens no! That's no way to behave!

-Even for the Mishima Zaibatsu?

-Oh, please Marshall! You're not really serious? You don't really believe I would use such a way? Your idea is funny but not seriously considered. I do want to win, but I'll win with my skills! You're still telling me I won't be able to win by myself! Beside I don't even know where Kazuya eats. And I wouldn't do it. It lacks class...

-Okay then, tell him things that will make him lose his self-confidence, like I don't know but you must know his weaknesses... Remind him some very embarrassing moment he had when you were younger. Or tell him he'll become bald like his father, he will lose his concentration during the fight...

-I don't think his hair matters that much to him, mostly right now. He'll probably become bald in twenty years. I have already prepared something to dishearten him... My entrance will be better than his...

That evening was the greatly anticipated semi-finale, the winner would fight the King of Iron Fist himself, Heihachi Mishima. And it seemed it was among both his sons. One of them would already inherit the whole gigantic corporation if they could beat their father. There was a bigger crowd than the other times to see who would go to the next and last round. Marshall came to support Lee but Paul did not. Anyway even if he was on his feet, he wouldn't have come. He was too angry of his loss and wanted to leave Japan as soon as possible. He also knew that his bruised face would not encourage Lee very much...

As Kazuya came to the ring with no flashing manners or anything fancy (yet still being acclaimed very much for his many powerful performances in all the previous fights and having the usual spots over him like any contestants), wearing his usual white pants and red gloves, remaining proud and determined once on the ring, his arms crossed as usual, Lee, wearing an indigo blue vest, black pants and brown boots, came to the ring acting like a show-off, saluting people as screaming girls were throwing roses and silver confettis at him while some entertaining music was playing. On the ring, he bowed before the audience, saluting them once more in a gracious way, waving at them, giving a show of himself doing acrobatic moves while still being showered with flowers from ladies admirers. He had organized such an entrance, hoping this would give him some pep before the fight and make Kazuya look of less importance...

Quickly gazing toward his father's VIP box, he wondered what his father was thinking now... Who was he really rooting for? What would he think of him should he lose to Kazuya? He probably already thought his little show was stupid... Beside Lee knew his father wanted to face Kazuya, even if it was to kill him but he somehow didn't wish for Lee to win right now... Pushing those stressful thoughts aside, Lee turned to the public once more, saluting them as he went into his corner for the fight while doing some backward somersaults. Before the fight, as both were facing each other, Kazuya who still had his arms crossed, told Lee:

-So you've come. Too bad for you.

-You shouldn't take me too lightly. I won't let the Mishima Zaibatsu be taken from me without a fight...

-From you... You got a nerve, it's never been yours and never will be... But whatever. I'm back and I'll take my rightful place. And my revenge.

Kazuya stared once more toward the VIP box where his father was. He was so close to it... He just had to take Lee out of the way and then revenge would be his...

As soon as the signal was given, Lee ran and threw himself toward Kazuya with a jumpkick while screaming. Not reacting quickly enough, Kazuya fell down but quickly got up. Yet it gave Lee some encouragement; he was quicker than Kazuya, always had been. He could take his brother out if he moved quickly and used his speed. Yes, he could win...

Lee parried Kazuya's punch before he quickly replied with a quick combo of punches and finished with a spinning kick. Taking the first punch in the face, Kazuya backed away and retaliated with his own combo of punches that Lee parried before he attacked once more. They both punched and kicked, parrying each other for a while, until Lee quickly backed away to avoid some kick attack. Now in the heat of the fight, Lee felt more confident; with his finger, he invited Kazuya to dare approach him, preparing some attack for him...

-Come on!

As Kazuya launched at him, Lee tried to grab his head with his kick but his brother quickly grabbed his feet first and pulled it violently, making Lee fall down. Kazuya then quickly jumped and landed on his adoptive brother with a powerful electric punch to the stomach. Gasping for air with the powerful punch, Lee quickly rolled away before he got up and backflipped, hitting his approaching brother with his feet before he backed away once more. Kazuya threateningly told him:

-You're just a spoke that Oyaji tried to put in my wheel... And I'll break you like a stick.

Lee threw himself at Kazuya once more, trying to repeately kick him but Kazuya parried most of his attacks before he kicked Lee in the face, making him fall down. As Kazuya quickly did a somersault, trying to land on his adoptive brother, Lee quickly rolled away and got up. They then both threw themselves at each other once more.

But as the fight kept going, Lee began to tire with his quick attacks. Kazuya was tough and parried most of his strikes while taking the rest with much endurance. Lee thought that with the many beatings Kazuya got from their father, and his new training, he somehow was used and almost immune to pain. Lee knew his punches and kicks weren't the most powerful, he was mostly fast but Kazuya would probably be more affected if he received some really hard strikes. Yet he was getting tired... Quickly punching Kazuya in the chest, Lee then backed away, taking his breath as Kazuya, who noticed his tiredness, told him:

-I have something that you don't have. Resilience.

Breathless and being more on the defensive than offensive for now, the silver-haired demon frowned as the black-haired devil smiled. Then the oldest threw himself at his little brother, leaving him no time to recuperate, never slowing down in his furious attacks. They began punching and kicking each other once more as Lee was trying to summon his inner strength to have some offensive power. He retaliated furiously and both fought like demon and devil but in the end, the real devilish one won and sent his adversary on the ground with a powerful uppercut. Lee staggered for a while before he fell face down on the ground. Then leaning over his half-conscious beaten brother, Kazuya grabbed him by the collar and told him:

-Pathetic. I told you not to come. Now get lost, you maggot!

He then brutally threw him down on the ground again and kicked him in the ribs. For some seconds, Lee tried to get up, but he was too wounded, too tired, too weak... All he could do was look at the pool of blood he left on the ground and groan in pain... Thinking about the Mishima Zaibatsu, he tried to summon his last remaining strength and succeeded in pushing himself up a little, getting on all fours but his vision was now beginning to darken with many black dots quickly appearing in front of him, the loud cheering crowd was making him feel so dizzy... Looking toward their father's VIP box, Lee was ashamed, he was certain Heihachi was now scorning him, he would probably get scolded but despite having his eyes wide open, he couldn't see a thing. His vision was completely dark now, the black dots had completely invaded his sight. Lee lost consciousness and fell down on his face again into his pool of blood.

When he woke up, Lee was at the infirmary his wounds being taken care of by the personnel. It seemed to him like only a moment had passed but Lee knew he had been unconscious for at least ten minutes to have been taken to the arena's infirmary. But if he was taken here, it meant he had lost... He panicked: He had lost the Mishima Zaibatsu... But after a while, he calmed down: He only lost his chance to win it already... Kazuya still had to confront their father... Heihachi was probably the best fighter he knew, so he probably would win... But it didn't stop Lee from feeling like a loser and fear his father's scolding. Yet it seemed Kazuya had been gentle on him, not really gentle but he didn't send him to the hospital like most of his adversaries... Only Yoshimitsu had avoided the hospital since he had seemed to concentrate far more of the defensive than offensive during his fight thus not using his sword. Despite the fight being almost an hour long, Lee thought his own fight looked pitiful and boring for the members of the audience after that many hours long fight between Kazuya and Paul... As some kind of 'boss' fight, he wasn't really proud...

The next day, Marshall and Paul came to tell him goodbye since they had to go. Paul, who just left the hospital, was still very upset and angered about his loss on his almost perfect score who already had a draw because of that same annoying Kazuya guy and Marshall was worried about his family. And both didn't really care how it would end since they and Lee had been eliminated. Lee didn't need training anymore so after wishing him good luck for the control of the corporation and hoping Kazuya wouldn't get it, they went back home.