Shitenhoji vs. Seigaku: The Match Ends, and They Advance to the Finals

Looking at Kawamura leaping into the air, Horio had already seen through the dynamics of his muscles.

Kawamura is currently in a state of perfect balance, combining his center-hitting technique with a shot he puts all his power into, and the momentum that propels him forward into the sky.

These factors combined are enough to give tennis its unparalleled power.

For Ishida on the field right now, this one goal is enough to offset the impact of so many of his previous Wave Ball.

On the court, Kawamura had jumped high enough to hit the tennis ball.

With all his willpower poured into this ball, Kawamura swung his racket.

Bang!

The tennis ball flew out with a thud, but unlike before, this shot didn't produce a dazzling effect; instead, it was just like a normal high-speed shot.

But it was this one shot that completely shocked Ishida.

"What's going on with this ball!? The 40th move... the 50th move... no... the power of this ball is immeasurable!"

Startled, Ishida hastily reacted, his left arm muscles tensing as he swung a shot infused with all his strength.

Bang!

The tennis ball struck Ishida's racket, and the shockwave spread outwards.

The spreading air currents stirred up dust in the field, engulfing Ishida's figure.

What happened? What was the result?!

"Is Master alright? I never expected that ball to be so terrifying..."

The cheerleaders at Shitenhoji were buzzing with excitement. As the dust gradually settled, Ishida's figure reappeared.

A blurry figure could be seen in the dust, its racket already fallen to the ground.

He clutched his left wrist with his right hand in pain, his face clearly showing that he was enduring the agony.

Unwilling to give up, Ishida tried to pick up the racket from the ground, but his trembling left hand wouldn't obey him.

"You lost, Ah Yin. Let me help you pick it up."

At that moment, Watanabe Shu appeared behind Ishida, patted Ishida on the shoulder, and then picked up his racket for him.

"Referee, we forfeit this match."

Having already learned about Ishida's wrist condition, Watanabe Shu did not hesitate and turned to the referee to forfeit the game.

The regulars from Shitenhoji, who were offstage, did not voice their protests, because they knew that Watanabe Shu would not do anything without being sure of success.

"Since Shitenhoji Seigaku the semi-final Second Singles match between Shitenhoji and Seigaku."

With the score at 3-0, Seigaku Shitenhoji, Seigaku to the final.

Upon hearing Watanabe Shu's request, the referee did not hesitate for long and immediately announced the result of the match.

With this victory, Seigaku secured the Second Singles match, ultimately advancing to the finals with a perfect 3-0 record.

"We won! Kawamura -Senpai, you're now the number one power-type athlete in the nation!"

"Thanks for your hard work, Aron, you brought us a crucial victory."

"Kawamura, it's wonderful that you won this match."

After the match, Kawamura, still reeling from the unexpected surprise, looked completely bewildered.

Hearing his teammates' voices, Kawamura gradually realized what was going on.

"Did I really hit that ball with that much power? Even Ishida, the strongest player among junior high school students, couldn't catch it..."

Kawamura asked himself honestly, if he had to do it again, he would never be able to hit that shot again.

"Aron, your final move was absolutely brilliant. I never imagined you not only had a trump card involving sweet spot techniques, but also such a powerful move."

"No, Kikumaru, I don't even know how I hit that last ball. I just realized it myself."

Kawamura's words stunned everyone, and Kanzaki stroked his chin.

"To unconsciously pour all one's strength into a single ball, achieving unimaginable power... What a magnificent shot! Indeed, every player has unlimited potential."

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Yes, you've all worked hard too."

Inside the stadium, the audience had already left, leaving only the players on both sides packing up their belongings.

At this moment, Shiraishi arrived at Seigaku's location with the rest of Shitenhoji. Upon hearing Shiraishi's greeting, Fuji responded with a smile.

"Speaking of which, you guys really have an amazing team."

"Yes, all of us on the team are very reliable."

The three matches showed Shiraishi a Seigaku that was completely different from last year.

"I hope the next match will be even more exciting."

"Oh? Sure, I'd love to. I hope I can have a great time next time."

Ishida, whose left hand was bandaged, also came over and found Kawamura. Hearing Ishida's sincere words and seeing his kind face, which was completely different from his expression during the match, Kawamura was also very happy.

"I should have firmly quit the club. I came back halfway and fought you again, and I lost so badly. But one day I will reach the top."

"I'm really looking forward to that day. I'm sure there will be another chance for us to have a proper competition in the future."

Although Chitose's tone was relaxed, one could still hear the resentment in it.

Tezuka looked at Chitose's outstretched hand and reached out his own hand as well.

"But what you told me before, was it true? About the Heavenly Clothes Seamless..."

"I don't know the specifics, but I can sense the unfathomable and powerful force hidden within him."

"Really... The last door to reappear after twenty years, that's something to look forward to."

Horio, who was resting alone not far away, was unaware that he was being talked about. Although he had played in the semi-finals, he had won by doing nothing, so he was now completely idle.

"Alright, it's about time, we should go now. Feel free to visit Osaka sometime."

After exchanging pleasantries, Shiraishi prepared to lead the Shitenhoji group away.

Just as the Shitenhoji group had turned and walked quite a distance, and the Seigaku group was also preparing to leave, a voice stopped both sides in their tracks.

"Is the match over already? But I haven't even fought Horio yet."

The Shitenhoji group turned to look and saw Kintaro with an innocent smile on his face.

"Kane, I'm sorry, we've already lost this match, and Horio isn't a First Singles player, so there's no way you two can compete."

"But... now that the match is over, can't he fight me?"

"Xiao Jin, stop fooling around, we should go back."

Chitose's apology did not deter Kintaro from his idea of competing against Horio, much to Shiraishi's dismay.

"No, no! I don't want to go back! I came all the way from Osaka specifically to compete against him!"

Seeing that his wish had been dashed, Kintaro threw a tantrum, acting like a child.

"Horio! Fight me! Let's settle this once and for all!"

Kintaro turned around and looked at Horio, who was carrying a tennis bag and preparing to leave, his face full of resentment.