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Very good, very good, Xiaochun is on the base, Liu Yong's eyes in the strike preparation area narrowed slightly, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, as long as there are people in the scoring circle, he Liu Yong, he will inevitably score, this is his self-esteem as a four-rod. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Liu Yong slowly stood up and walked towards the strike zone.

"Four sticks, stalwarts, Liu Jun. ”

"Oo!!oo

"Monster!! a big one!!"

"I'm here to see you!!"

"Liu Jun, Liu Jun, Liu Jun!!"

"Listening to the applause and cheers of the audience, there is no doubt that the fame of the beater in front of me has completely spread out of Tokyo, and it is familiar to all of Japan, Qingdao High School, the immovable four, the first grader, the stalwart, Liu Yong!"

"Liu, once again lead Qingdao into the country!"

"Sure enough, you can only belong to the whole country!!!"

The moment Liu Yong stepped into the strike zone, the entire stadium turned into a boiling ocean, and the atmosphere suddenly rose to the highest limit.

"What a powerful voice of support, Liu Jun is really famous. At second base, Xiao Minato Haruichi showed a look of envy on his face, and was immediately replaced by a determined look, so he had to work harder and become more powerful, so that he could catch up with Liu Jun and truly become a teammate who could fight side by side with him.

"Oh, isn't this guy in the first grade like me? At the Chengkong bench seat, Ogawa Tsunematsu pursed his lips and said with a puzzled look on his face.

"Asong, that guy was a first-year guy who was active in Koshien this summer, and after retiring from the third grade, he was immediately the team's four-stick guy, and he was a well-known strong guy in the country. The other players on the side looked at their first-grade junior with a puzzled expression, and said with some tears and laughter.

"Really? He's such a great beater? Don't worry, then leave it to me, I'm sure I can get rid of that skinny guy 100 percent, just like that, it doesn't look like he has the power to swing a stick at all. Ogawa Tsunematsu patted his chest and said confidently.

Ogawa Tsunematsu's words made his senior who was Chengkong on the side a little speechless, if Liu Yong could be killed so easily, then he wouldn't be so famous, but as a genius pitcher of Chengkong, he was also pinned on by the whole team Ogawa Tsunematsu, and the senior also felt that Ogawa Tsunematsu had that potential and ability in the future.

Now, it may not be impossible to fight, so I don't want to say more.

"Chang Song, go warm up immediately, now!" At this time, Chengkong's supervisor watched Kojima Ryuhei's ball on the field being continuously hit, and it was Liu Yong who hit the field again, with a solemn look on his face, and said to Ogawa Changsong.

"Oh. "Ogawa Tsunematsu put on his hat, took big steps, and walked towards the cowshed, anyway, the ball speed of Kojima's predecessors didn't come out today, if I came, it would definitely not be this situation, that group of thin guys, it seems that there is no strength at all, I only need three balls to fully warm up.

When I get on the field, I must suppress the Qingdao four-prong, I am the next trump card with high hopes, Ogawa Tsunematsu thought complacently in his heart.

And Liu Yong, who was standing in the strike zone at this moment, didn't know that the dead fat man he hated actually regarded him as a soft persimmon that could be solved anytime and anywhere, if he knew, Liu Yong would probably laugh angrily.

At present, Liu Yong's eyes only have Kojima Ryuhei on the pitcher's hill.

Defeat you, I'm going to defeat you quickly so that the dead fat man can get to the pitcher mound sooner, I can't wait to blow that dead fat man.

Come on, come on, come on, Chengkong's trump card, let's fight it out.

A terrifying cold light appeared in Liu Yong's eyes, almost the momentum of the whole body was condensed at that moment, and his face was full of evil spirits, which made Kojima Longhei on the pitcher's mound feel cold behind him.

"Long Ping, calm down, the body is too stiff, don't worry, this hitter's strike rate is not 100%, as long as the ball is accurately pressed down, it can solve him, Cheng Gong Ming, Guan Guangmei, and the pitcher of the Nangong family have all solved this beater, you are no worse than them, I believe you, the body is natural, cut off their momentum here" Ichiro looked at Kojima Ryuhei on the pitcher's mound with an extremely serious face, shook the ball cover, and lowered it on the lower left corner.

The first ball, the low ball in the outer corner, as long as it is thrown into this position, then even this hitter will definitely not be able to shoot easily.

Kojima Ryuhei took a deep breath and nodded.

You don't think I can easily hit a low ball from the outside corner, do you? At the same time, Liu Yong, who was in the striking zone, seemed to be able to penetrate Ichiro's heart and dig out his thoughts.

So, let me show you what the real power gap is!

Liu Yong's eyes flashed a hint of fierceness.

"Whew!"

The small island on the pitcher's mound waved his arms quickly, and the ball flew in with a heavy momentum, and the ball seemed to want to crush Liu Yong, making a terrible whirring and terrible wind pressure sound.

"Huh!"

There are some things, it's not momentum or something, you can resist it, soul guy, Liu Yong doesn't know why, it was from the opening moment, when he saw the innocent expression of Xiaochuan Changsong, a nameless fire broke out, Liu Yong must vent out, no matter who it is, he must accept Liu Yong's attack like a storm.

The shadow of the bat was fluttering, and the sharp breath, carrying the sound of breaking the air, sounded with it.

Ichiro Kashichiro, who was at home base, suddenly changed his face.

"It's not good, this ball is going to... ！”

"I'm going to decide this ball!!"

Liu Yong's big stride with his left foot, the rotation of his sideways, the twisting of his waist, and the vigorous upward movement of the bat with both hands, perfectly captured Kojima's throw of a straight ball from the outside corner.

The sonic boom of swinging the baton exploded immediately, making Ichiro understand how terrifying the momentum of this blow must be.

"Pong!"

It was as if a shot put ball flying at high speed had slammed into a much harder metal baffle, making a violent roar.

A look of pain quickly flashed across Liu Yong's face, and the tiger's mouth shook slightly, this blow, Liu Yong did not use the slightest striking technique, it was an extremely simple collision of power.

Kojima Ryuhei still has an extremely heavy ball quality with the strength of his size and wrist, and with the assistance of ball speed, ordinary people can't easily catch it.

But Liu Yong used his strength to suppress Kojima Longping's ball power.

"Fly out for me!!" Liu Yong showed a hideous look on his face, and his hands suddenly became more and more forceful.

"Whoosh!"

The ball was quickly carried out, and with a "bang", it pierced the sky and galloped away in the direction of the field.

What that ball shows is the strength of Liu Yong's own strength, and what is reflected is the powerlessness and strength difference between Chengkong and the catch! )