Ishikawa secured two consecutive wins.
This achievement was so astonishing that the entire audience felt as if they were in a dream.
"Is this... his true strength?" Harahiko Gen spoke with a trembling voice.
He knew Ishikawa was strong, but he never imagined the other's strength could reach such a terrifying level.
His gaze shifted to the massive hole torn open by the tennis ball behind Ishikawa. Harahiko's understanding of tennis was being completely overturned, and his shock grew even stronger.
"Facing that 'explosion' earlier, he remained so calm?!"
If it were him, Harahiko believed he would have already collapsed to the ground in fear.
Of course, before that, he would have likely been blown away by the terrifying shockwave of the explosion!
"He's so strong! Unbelievably strong!"
Mouri's body couldn't stop trembling.
From what he could see now, during the Kanto Tournament, when Ishikawa faced off against Echizen, he definitely hadn't used his full strength.
Of course, there was another possibility.
That Ishikawa wasn't this strong back then, but had improved to this level in just two months!
But compared to the first possibility, this one was even harder to accept. Especially for Mouri, who had made significant progress in a short time.
When facing Ishikawa now, he couldn't even see the other's back anymore.
"These two... this match..."
Mouri muttered to himself.
He knew very well that the duel between these two had reached a level beyond the imagination of others.
Anything could happen next.
"Third game, Oni to serve!"
The serve alternated.
Holding the tennis ball, Oni glared sharply at Ishikawa. Although he had managed to touch the ball earlier, entering the ultra-high-speed dimension was extremely difficult, and every step forward was a struggle.
The current situation had far exceeded Oni's expectations.
This match was originally just a way for him to test Ishikawa's strength and evaluate the training results of the others.
But he never expected things to escalate to this extent.
Now, Oni was in a difficult position. If he made even the slightest mistake, losing the match was a real possibility.
"Ishikawa Shin!"
Oni's gaze focused, his mental energy highly concentrated.
Buzz!
Then, the black aura representing his own power exploded outward. Oni tossed the ball and slammed it with all his might.
Boom!
In the next moment, the area in front of Ishikawa looked as if a meteor had crashed into quicksand, sending dust flying everywhere.
Bang!
A silver flash appeared.
Ishikawa decisively countered.
Oni, like a ferocious beast, pounced forward.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The two clashed fiercely.
The dust cloud expanded, covering the entire court and even threatening to spill over.
"Everyone, step back!"
A stern voice rang out.
Everyone looked up to see Kurobe, his expression serious, holding a megaphone. "Maintain a distance of at least 10 meters from the court!"
Hearing this, the crowd quickly retreated.
Whoosh!
At that moment, the whirlwind generated by Ishikawa's counterattack sliced through the air like a blade. With a thud, a chunk of the solid concrete ground was shattered.
"Tsk..."
Seeing the flying debris, many people's faces turned pale.
Some of the high school students who had been standing close to the court earlier now felt a chill run down their necks.
So, they retreated even further.
The court, aside from the referee sitting on the high chair with a troubled expression, was now occupied only by Ishikawa and Oni.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
As the two exchanged shots, the chaotic winds collided with the steel pillars beneath the referee's seat. The crisp sounds made him feel as if he were sitting on pins and needles, cold sweat dripping from his forehead.
Boom!
Suddenly, a deafening explosion erupted from Ishikawa's side.
Oni's powerful strike, combined with the super-gravity dimension, greatly increased the ball's force. It tore through a corner of Ishikawa's court, cracking the ground and sending the ball flying out.
"15-0!"
Boom!
Ishikawa countered.
He incorporated his newly understood techniques, elevating his light strike to the 7th level.
Combined with the third-level sword intent, he unleashed a strike that destroyed a section of Oni's court.
"15-15!"
Bang!
Oni remained expressionless as he served again.
Ishikawa met the ball head-on, his fighting spirit blazing.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
As the two unleashed their full power, their strength surpassed the limits of their techniques, spiraling out of control.
This match was no longer an ordinary team shuffle battle.
It had become a duel where both sides, driven by their pride and determination, were betting their lives.
Thus, even though things had spiraled out of control, neither showed any sign of stopping.
"This match..."
Saitou watched in stunned silence.
The duel before him was even more dangerous than the one two years ago. Both players had stepped into the realm of tennis's otherworldly dimensions.
Such players, unless one was truly defeated, would never stop the match.
This was also why the head coach and the others had tried so hard to prevent Oni and Byoudouin from facing off again.
Because once it started, it couldn't be stopped.
Someone would inevitably get hurt, or worse.
"Notify the medical team," Kurobe said gravely. "Be prepared for emergency treatment."
"Understood."
Takizawa nodded solemnly.
He then returned to the room to prepare for the worst possible outcome.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
On the court, the two continued their high-intensity duel.
But as their power spiraled out of control, their inability to control the ball led to more frequent mistakes. The score remained tight, constantly shifting.
As time passed, the results of individual games began to emerge.
Boom!
"Game!"
"Oni, 1-2!"
With the advantage of his serve, Oni successfully held his serve, securing a game.
Boom!
"Game!"
"Ishikawa, 3-1!"
After the serve switched, Ishikawa maintained his aggressive play, steadily taking points from Oni.
The gap widened once more.
The match, with both players alternating points, was nearing its end.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Time ticked by.
The spectators outside the court were utterly stunned by the terrifying strength displayed by the two.
Before this match, no one could have imagined that what seemed like an unusual team shuffle battle would escalate to this level.
"This is already a professional-level match..."
Outside the court, Tokugawa stood in a state of numbness and shock, his knuckles white.
Personally, he wanted Oni to win. Not just because of their relationship, but also due to his own selfish reasons.
For this newcomer who was a year younger than him, Tokugawa wasn't ready to accept the outcome.
But reality didn't bend to his will.
After a fierce duel, it was now the tenth game, and the serve had switched to Ishikawa.
The score was 5-4, with Ishikawa in the lead.
In this game, the score was tight, and Oni had managed to return Ishikawa's ultra-high-speed serve.
However, since it was his serve, Ishikawa held a significant advantage.
He was now leading 40-30.
One more point, and Ishikawa would win this singles match.
Oni, of course, wouldn't give up that point.
So, for this crucial point, both players brought out their strongest states.
At this moment, Oni's aura surged. His muscles, after continuous explosive bursts, were swollen and red.
But the intense duel had also awakened his latent potential.
Facing the possibility of defeat, Oni entered an unprecedented state. Behind him, in the void, the demon god with fangs and a fierce expression suddenly grew two more arms.
The Asura, a powerful being from hell, had evolved under the pressure Ishikawa exerted.
At this moment, Oni suddenly understood Byoudouin's mindset.
This feeling of improving through battling a strong opponent made every cell in his body sing with excitement.
Even though this was match point for his opponent, Oni felt as if his blood was boiling with the urge to fight!
Move forward!
Keep moving forward!
Sweep away all obstacles—he was destined to become Japan's number one tennis player!
Boom!
Driven by this thought, Oni's aura surged once more.
A visible black flame enveloped his body.
Swish!
Suddenly, Oni swung his racket, smashing the ball with all his might.
Whoosh!
The high-speed swing caused the metal frame of the racket to create visible air currents as it cut through the air.
Whoosh!!!
The air currents turned into a fierce whirlwind, and the moment the racket struck the ball, a powerful gust swept toward the other side.
In an instant, the dust on the court was blown away.
Now, everyone could clearly see the state of the two players.
On one side of the court, Oni's clothes were tattered, his body radiating a blinding black flame, giving him the aura of a demon god from hell.
On the other side, Ishikawa's clothes were also torn from the intense duel.
But now, facing Oni's full-power strike, he unexpectedly closed his eyes.
"Is he giving up?!"
For a moment, this thought crossed the minds of many high school students.
But Mouri, Harahiko, and a few others clenched their fists nervously, their eyes fixed on Ishikawa.
Buzz!
In the void, within the realm of tennis's otherworldly dimension.
Before Ishikawa stood a four-armed demon god with fangs and a fierce expression.
This was the manifestation of Oni's tennis will.
Compared to before, his tennis will had grown even stronger. Standing before this demon god, Ishikawa felt as small as an ant.
However, just as Oni had awakened his latent potential through this intense duel, Ishikawa's own powers had been fully activated through this life-and-death battle.
Swordsmanship.
Go.
Ancient martial arts.
Even yoga meditation.
The powers granted by his various maxed-out or top-tier sub-skills were now fully unleashed.
Swish!
In reality, under the stunned gazes of the crowd, Ishikawa assumed a stance reminiscent of a swordsman holding a katana.
Then, he took a step forward, his movement resembling the footwork of ancient martial arts.
At the same time, his mental energy, honed through yoga meditation, reached its peak concentration.
Swish!
Finally, Ishikawa opened his eyes.
A brilliant light, representing wisdom, shot from his eyes. In an instant, everything in his vision was completely analyzed.
Oni's position, stance, and blind spots.
The weaknesses of the four-armed demon god in the otherworldly dimension.
All of it was laid bare before him.
Swoosh!
In the next moment, Ishikawa moved.
His racket became a blur, transforming into a sword. The metal frame acted as the blade, slicing through the air toward the black ball that seemed to tear through space.
Bang!
The moment the ball and racket collided, a terrifying shockwave erupted.
The court, which had just cleared, was once again engulfed in a cloud of dust.
Boom!
In the otherworldly dimension, the four-armed demon god unleashed four ferocious punches toward Ishikawa.
A single punch was enough to crush the ant-like figure before it.
With all four punches combined, the sheer force created a terrifying shockwave that descended upon Ishikawa with lightning speed.
Boom!
But in the next moment, a silver streak appeared, blocking the demon god's path. The figure of a sword god, wielding power comparable to Asura, stood in its way.
"Hmph!"
But the demon god snorted in disdain.
It unleashed its full power.
Crack.
Crack.
The sound of shattering glass echoed.
Looking closely, cracks began to appear in the otherworldly dimension.
But the sword god, having taken the blow, remained unmoved.
"What?!"
The four-armed demon god, representing Oni's will, showed a flicker of surprise.
Whoosh!
In reality, Oni saw a silver arc of light flash past him.
It was too fast!
The speed of this shot surpassed even the speed of his thoughts. Even at his peak, Oni wouldn't have been able to catch this ball.
"Wait... what is that?!"
Suddenly, Oni looked up.
He stared in shock at the otherworldly dimension before him.
Behind the sword god representing Ishikawa's otherworldly tennis, three more faint figures appeared.
One radiated a dangerous aura.
One exuded wisdom.
The last one, the faintest, seemed to carry a philosophical air.
Clang!
Then, the four different powers merged.
They infused the blade, transforming into a white arc of light that sliced through the four-armed demon god's body, cutting it in half.
Boom!!!
In reality, a white arc of light flashed across the court, followed by a deafening explosion.
The high school students standing over twenty meters away felt the ground shake as if an earthquake had struck.
Whoosh!!
The shockwave from the explosion swept across the court, blowing away the dust and revealing the two players.
Swish!
Immediately, everyone turned their attention to the court.
Oni's racket had a hole torn through it, and the ground behind him had sunk significantly.
"Gulp."
Seeing this, everyone involuntarily swallowed hard.
"Ma-match over," the referee on the high chair said with a trembling voice. "Court 3, Ishikawa Shin wins, 6-4!"