At that moment, the atmosphere in Spain's players' area was the exact opposite of Japan's.
Medrano's strength had finally put their anxious hearts at ease.
"Looks like Medrano's going to win this match. That Saeki guy..."
But just as they eagerly awaited the end of the match and Spain's rise to the top,
Saeki Muneyoshi moved on the court.
And when he did, it was earth-shattering.
Black and golden light blazed around Muneyoshi as the aura of his Asura Path swelled violently.
The crescent moon that had been hidden in the darkness, invisible to all, finally returned to its full form.
Silver White Soul stepped forward, and a black-and-gold katana appeared in its hands.
The blade rose. The silver-white figure swung the katana forward, and its dazzling blade-light cleaved through a layer of dimensional space.
Muneyoshi moved with it. In an instant, he broke free of his restraints, and the sound of worlds shattering seemed to ring in his ears.
On the court, Muneyoshi's figure slowly vanished from the baseline. When he appeared again, it was as if he had teleported, intercepting the ball's path just as it bounced up.
The ball leapt off the ground, and Muneyoshi was already poised to swing.
As soon as the ball bounced into the air, the racket in Muneyoshi's hand turned into a pitch-black katana, its sharpened edge gleaming gold.
The blade flashed fiercely, its cutting aura icy. Muneyoshi aimed his racket at the ball and slashed.
Though Muneyoshi had managed to return Medrano's attack, it was no easy shot to send back.
The moment his racket touched the ball, Muneyoshi felt a surging wave of air rush toward him, whipping his hair and uniform.
But brute strength and technique alone were child's play to Muneyoshi, who had broken through the dimensional barrier.