"The second Cloudbreak Limit!"
"Or rather, the Light of Restraint! This is Tezuka's true strength!"
Yukimura, Sanada, Atobe, and the others lowered the hands they had raised to shield their eyes from the blinding light.
To them, Tezuka, now enveloped in a dense glow of clear light, was all too familiar.
This was the Tezuka who had brought Yukimura defeat, and the same Tezuka who had left Sanada and Atobe with bitter regrets.
"Hahaha! It's about time! Come on, Tezuka—let's tear into each other!"
Feeling a crushing pressure more than twice as terrifying as before, Akutsu didn't feel the least bit uncomfortable. Instead, he laughed arrogantly.
He had endured the pressure for so long. This was the moment he'd been waiting for.
If Tezuka didn't bring out his full strength, Akutsu wouldn't be satisfied even if he defeated him.
As Akutsu let loose, his once gray aura grew darker and deeper. A hint of blood red spread through it like ink dropped into water.
The next instant, a pair of blood-red eyes appeared abruptly behind Akutsu, and his aura became almost tangible.
A demon's phantom crawled out of the shadows, its intense malice and negativity spreading in every direction.
Such an extreme will made many people around the court furrow their brows without even realizing it.
Compared to Saeki Muneyoshi, Akutsu's Different Dimension seemed far more deserving of the title Demon King.
"The match has actually reached this point... Tezuka... Akutsu..."
At the side of the court, Fuji Shusuke stared intently at the two figures, so utterly different from each other.
Tezuka and Akutsu's words echoed in his ears.
"Fuji, you have to find your own signpost!"
"You're such a loser, squinty-eyes. I'll smash Tezuka's face in myself!"
The middle schoolers from Japan in the stands shared the same