The Exhibition Match Comes to an End

"He actually hit it right back!"

"Ha, I knew it. My instincts were right—that just now was the aura of Stage Three."

Reinhardt and Amadeus exchanged another glance in the stands, though their feelings were different this time.

At first, seeing Muneyoshi constantly attack under Polk's powerful pressure yet inevitably fall into a disadvantage, they had formed a rough estimate of his abilities.

He was dangerous, but not fatally so.

He posed no threat to them, either.

But now, Saeki Muneyoshi had truly crossed the barrier that held back the vast majority of players.

His danger level had shot up by an entire tier, making Japan Team nearly as dangerous as Germany. The two fell silent.

They had originally hoped to watch the two sides clash while they reaped the rewards.

They hadn't expected it to turn into two tigers fighting over the same prey.

"Japan Team is no less dangerous than Germany now. It looks like this year's World Cup has become impossible to predict from this point on."

In the France section, Camus took a long look at the middle schooler facing off against Polk on the court, as though etching him into his memory.

Then he turned and walked away without looking back.

"Camus, aren't you going to stay and see how it ends?"

Tristan Balt asked casually.

"No need. The way the match has developed shows that my assessment of him two years ago still holds true. He's the one who will spark the revolution. As for the match, it's enough to know the final result."

"A revolution?"

Tristan Balt glanced at the boy on court, the one he had faced two years ago, then followed Camus away.

Thwack!

"Game, Japan Team. The score is 3–4!"

"Change sides!"

Having entered Stage Three, Muneyoshi made no attempt