Mac accepted that answer. He was a student. A modest one, a modest champ. He accepted that there were people of many styles. Many people who could best him with those styles. That was fine with him. He nodded in agreement when he said that.

"Boxin's my life man," Mac said as he smiled brighter than the sun. He basically beamed. "Since I was a tyke. I feel alive when I box and I was taught by one of the best. He gave me the best advice, I'd love to share it."

See, whenever you talk about boxing, Mac's passion really shines for Kanji.