(Part 7)

The 16th over from the death overs, handed to Seraph. He conversed with Xavier while observing the fielding positions. "Are you sure, you will do this?" Xavier confirmed.

Seraph nodded, "I haven't tried it ever since the Inter-academy nationals but if today's match has come to this point. It's either give it your all or lose. And you know what Helios said, if things come to the point where you don't want to let it go then don't."

Looking at Xavier he added, "I don't want any regrets. I don't know what happened while the time I was talking to Kenzo however this match… I really don't want to lose it. I want to show everyone, we can do this despite all odds." His desperation and will all reflecting his face, Xavier stared at him for a moment soon smiling, "Alright, I'll talk to Senior Senri about the fielding positions…"

"I am sorry. I know you were angry at them but still…," Seraph apologized slightly perturbed.

Xavier shook his head as Ren interrupted out of the blue, "You don't have to talk to anyone. Everything's already set."

Seraph tracing the ground behind the striker's end, set with fielders; Nagi on straight long leg, Gabriel on Fine Third man, Senri on fly slip and Cassiel on shortfine leg, gasped astonished, "How did you know…?"

Ren patted Seraph's shoulder, soon pointing at Elias. "Thanks to our future viewer, who else. He might not change his own future or even tell anyone whatever he saw but he can change games with just his slight strategies. You might not know but Elias… is the cruelest highschooler out of all." he whispered, rushing towards his position.

Elias behind the batting wickets grinned. His surroundings for him as if just a game board, he remained as calm as a tranquil lake on a windless day.

Seraph twirling the ball, took a deep breath running towards the popping crease. His eyes closed, he counted his steps. Stepping on the balling crease, he tightened his grip on the ball immediately opening his eyes and whispering, "Infrasonic Glint: Wave 3!"

As swift as a bullet the ball went beside the leg stump. Before Zhangli could even reach his bat to strike it. It went past him. Elias summersaulting grabbed it indicating a dot delivery. The crowd stunned by the speed, went into pin drop silence as Seraph went back.

His Cleve persona taking over, his lips pursued into a smug sneer. "I won't give a single darn run in this over, you bet." he warned Nile who glared at him, "And even if you do try to take them despite my warning, I'll snatch your wicket away like a thief in the night."

"175.6 km/hr. …? Is that a middleschooler's record?" Wasim gasped stunned. "He's the current Captain of 'Crescent International Academy's cricket club' who's former Captain; Zachariah Jacques in now a record holder for his fastest delivery in the world of juvenile cricket. I guess it must be in the nature of their leaders to pursue the same goal." Maaz remarked.

Zachariah narrowing his gaze, stared at Seraph.

The further three deliveries also dots, Senri grabbing the ball tossed it back to Seraph. Breathing heavily, Seraph pushed his hairs back and wiped the sweat with his other arm above his forehead and brow.

"Unbelievable… he's bowling Infrasonic Wave three and four like it's a walk in the park. Is it that easy, Zachariah?" Aigou questioned.

"No, it isn't. If he keeps doing this he'll either hurt his arm with too much force exertion or faint from over working himself," Zachariah replied calmly.

"Both of them are bad, Zach! Don't make it seem as if nothing is wrong." Aaron complained.

Delivering the last ball of the over, Seraph delivered a medium paced delivery soon breathing heavily, grabbing his knees. Sweat dripped his forehead like raindrops.

Zhangli grasping the chance took 2 runs on the last delivery.

"Are you alright?" Cassiel patted Seraph's back as he stood straight assuring, "Y-yeah… I am fine. Don't worry."

The run chase now 49 required in 24 legal deliveries. Zhangli switched the batting crease with Nile.

"To think that boy exceeded 170 km/hr. of balling speed. I was honestly taken by surprise. How can such a young body endure such force?" Raza wondered curious.

"Split personality." Ishaq told, "His split personality invokes his hidden abilities and those abilities give them potential to achieve this speed."

"Honestly… why do Karachi always have different kinds of specimens to show off with every year? Where do they even come from?!" Zaki rolled his eyes.

"Haha, who knows?" Hafiz and Mael chuckled.

"It's Rauf. That child only wants the best of the best," Naeem said.

Suleiman glancing at him, arose from his seat, heading down before the ground.

"Let's go and cheer them up. It's the final overs left now." Iosif tugged Humayun by his shoulder, following Suleiman.

"Oh! Is that a misfield? For here goes four runs and two extras for Peshawar Zalmi at such a crucial stage as this..." the commentators went.

Azazel clicking his tongue headed back.

"The umpire signaling a four and two runs for the misfield. Karachi kings are in quite the dire situation here." they continued.

"Tch, I thought he was grabbing the ball." Gabriel uttered annoyed at Ren.

"It's alright, calm down," Xavier reassured.

Frustration building immensely on Azazel, he delivered the last ball of the over. Slow seam delivery Nile on the crease adding more to their troubles shot a forceful sweep shot towards the backward point taking 4 four runs more.

"Pure aggression! Nile's dancing down the track and smashing boundaries after sixes! What a spectacle to behold," Jones remarked.

"Damn it!" Azazel gritted taking his jersey from the umpire.

"11 runs… that's no good at all." Noah murmured concerned.

"What Seraph succeeded to not give, Azazel just gifted it," Aaron added.

Helios annoyed over their comments clenched his fist, his veins buldging. Poseidon glanced worried, "Heli?"

"I might just blow up…" Helios however replied, his purple pupils flaring.

Alan instantly standing up, headed down towards the chain queue stand.

"Where are you up to?" Rauf suddenly questioned prompting Alan to halt amid his steps.

"If you are going to advise them at this point then you'd better stop." Rauf continued.

Alan's expression turning blank, he uttered, "And what if I don't?"

Rauf raised his brow, lifting his head up. A frown resting his lips he responded, "I did not ask for your opinion. It's an order." With just a few words he made himself clear.

"Rauf…" Haruf said however, Rauf interrupted, "If they are losing then let them lose. If they are winning let them win. As someone who are just watching from the sides. We should be no one to order them. It's entirely their call what to do at what moment."

Alan clenched his fists tight. Staring at the field ahead, his red gaze anticipated for a miracle. Rauf might have stopped him but he knew he himself didn't stop "Do it…" he whispered.

"Rauf…" Alan called after a while. His brows squinting and voice alarming, he claimed, "They'll definitely win. Senri and those boys won't lose."

Helios hearing him gasped beside Ezekiel, Heber, Mikael, Adam and Ryan. A soft smile escaping his lips, Adam from the seats, stood beside Alan. "You're right! We won't lose." he tugged Alan's shoulder delighted.

"Here it goes! He's send that packing! It's a souvenir for the fans in the crowd. Xian Zhangli has taken the initiative and struck it hard for the leg side for 6." Maaz remarked.

Tapping his fist against Nile's, he headed back to his position. Gabriel frowning, kept his hand on his mouth. "Crazy, aren't they Gabriel, my buddy?" Nile asked from the non-striker's end.

Gabriel gave a sideway glare.

"Highschoolers, I mean. Even a new baller goes six, six in their dictionary, haha." NIle jested.

The ball thrown his way, Gabriel grabbed it going behind the umpire. Zhangli taking a run in the next delivery. The crowd cheered as Nile approached towards his half-century.

"What an innings for Peshawar Zalmi today's night hold. Nile Dawood heading smoothly for his first International 50 in T-20cricket…" Maaz remarked.

"PESHAWAR, PESHAWAR, PESHAWAR!" Zain exhaling from the audiences stand sat back unamused.

"Oh~ are you sad that Karachi is losing senior," Erum provoked him with the light teasing.

However, Zain nonchalant over her words replied, "To think they have been playing this game despite being so rusty is a miracle itself. Barely 24 runs needed in 15 balls. Will they really lose just like this?"

"What do you mean just like this? Peshawar are way too powerful for them. If Peshawar is this hard to conquer then they should just forget Islamabad. They have been struggling in the entire match today. Serves them right for some reason. Too over-confident, wasn't he," Erum ended with a satisfied hmph, recalling Alan's boastful claims.

Zain silently rubbed the back of his neck exhausted, "Anyways, once this ends I am going back home. My entire body has become a mess." he stretched himself. His gaze instantly tracing Rauf from the Karachi's pavilion. He wondered, "Is that it… World King?"