Fatal Fury 3: Road To The Final Victory

Fatal Fury 3: Road to the Final Victory (餓狼伝説3 遥かなる闘い, Garō Densetsu 3 Harukanaru Tatakai?, "Legend of the Hungry Wolf 3: The Distant Battle") is a 1995 head-to-head fighting game released by SNK for the Neo-Geo arcade and home platforms. It is the fourth game in the Fatal Fury series after Fatal Fury Special (which itself was an updated version of Fatal Fury 2). Console versions of Fatal Fury 3 were released for the Neo Geo CD, Sega Saturn, Windows 95-based computers and on the Wii Virtual Console. The game is also included in the compilation Fatal Fury Battle Archives Volume 1 for the PlayStation 2.

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