Pure oppressive force.

This is the crushing of the strength level, the second batter of the third highest in the city, Oshima, can't effectively respond to Shigerun's pitching at all, it looks like such a weak and powerless swing, and the final result can only be to succumb to the pressure of Shigerino's letter, defeat, is the only result.

"Three sticks, stalwarts, Miyagawa-kun."

Start with the second inning.

It was Shigerino Shin, who did not lose a point, and undoubtedly firmly controlled the dominance of the game.

Occasional knock-out hits.

It also didn't matter, there was no blow that affected the overall situation.

Four consecutive rounds of zero point suppression.

It is the greatest embodiment of Shigeruno's strength.

“playball。”

Firmly suppressed, firmly in the hands of the lead, Shigeno knows very well, he does not need to be too aggressive, can not be too retreating, as long as the current rhythm, intensity, no accidents, can maintain this advantage to the end, so as to win the game.

"Huh"

"Huh"

"Knock"

"Good shot!!"

The battle in the middle of the final game.

His Highness the Tyrant continued his usual cold, slightly frantic pitching rhythm, but still maintained his most sober and calm brain, with a high degree of concentration at all times, and his preoccupied eyes were firmly fixed on his opponent without the slightest slackening.

"Second Goal!!"

"Huh"

The gliding aurora, the galloping arc, is incomparably awe-inspiring, with endless momentum, as if it is about to devour the three high-flying fighters in front of it.

Ferociousness is coming.

"Huh"

"Pong!!"

"Damn!!"

"Fly me out!!"

The green tendons that came out of his forehead, and the blood-red color that appeared in his pupils.

Miyagawa roared so loudly in his heart, and the metal bat that he swung out with all his might exploded all his power at this moment.

"Whoosh"

However, the light that flashed straight out seemed so unstoppable, but in fact it was still a little bit worse, when it just burst out of the sky over the infield, it was already a slow speed, and the white ball shadow fluttered slowly, crossing an imperfect arc, slowly falling.

"Smack"

On the left side, Kadoda senpai caught the ball steadily.

"Out!!"

The third bat, Miyagawa Teru, was taken out of the left field Gao Fei to catch the kill, and Shigeno got the second number of outs of the game, but still did not allow the three high to knock out a hit, which made the momentum of the Seido High School side even bigger.

"Oh oh oh oh!!"

"Qingdao, Qingdao, Qingdao."

"Shigerun-kun."

"Faith !!"

"It's so handsome."

"I knew you could, Ace."

The extremely magnificent momentum, the rhythm firmly grasped in the hands of Shigeno and Miyuki, as if announcing the victory of this game, is close at hand.

The Qingdao people in the stands couldn't help but show a little excitement and excitement in advance.

Even when there were still three rounds of offense and defense, they didn't have time to look forward to the winning scene.

However, it is at this moment.

"Huh"

"Huh"

"Pong !!"

The roar of the explosion, the light that pierced the sky.

"Bang!!"

A swift blow that slammed straight into the wall of the midfield.

As if a slap in the face, the cheers of the Seido High School side came to an abrupt end, and the figure of Takahiro Omachi, who was quickly marching on the base line, galloped at great speed, made the heartstrings of everyone in Seido High School instantly tugg, that is, Izawaki's predecessor's extraordinary reflexes prevented Takahiro Omachi's move to advance to the third base.

Rao is so.

With this heroic blow.

Takahiro Ohmae also easily stepped on second base.

Three hits in a row.

That is the power of terrorist strikes with no end in sight.

It's like telling everyone at Qingdao High School.

"The game isn't over yet!"

Shigerino Shin, who was standing on the pitcher's mound, also turned a little blue at this time, not to mention high school, since he began to become the team's ace pitcher in the Little Baseball, Shigerno really has never encountered such a scene of continuous hitting the seat being bombarded out, this kind of powerlessness that no matter where he throws, this hitter can intercept and bombard out.

"I'm really irritable... Damn it!!! ”

Shigeru Ye bit his lower lip, lowered the brim of his hat slightly, and took a deep breath, also to calm the emotions in his heart a little.

Above the stands.

It was also at the moment when Takahiro Ohmae bombarded out.

Dong Qingguo's brows also furrowed slightly.

"The front of the three highs? I used to think that this kid's strength was very good.,I didn't expect to be able to grow to this point.,That kid in Shigerun.,If you want to suppress him.,It seems to be very difficult.。。。。 ”

Qingdao and Sangao are old rivals.

Dong Qingguo is naturally also very familiar with the current four-stick batter of Sangao.

The Asama senior on the side also nodded in agreement.

"However, as long as Shigeru can suppress the other fighters, there will be no problem."

"Hmm!"

"Five, first baseman, Hoshida-kun."

Two out, someone on second base.

For Qingdao High School, it is not a big problem, and for the three high schools, it is also a good opportunity to score a point.

"Ashin."

At home base, Miyuki stood up, his right hand slightly raised.

"Hmm."

Shigerino nodded in understanding.

Failure to win Takakhiro Ohmae is certainly a little unwilling, or annoyed, but in terms of the overall situation, it doesn't have much impact, and it's just a second-base hit.

Given to Sangao, Shigeru was not distressed.

What's more, Takahiro Ohmae bombarded it with his hard power.

Shigeru Ye also really realized that his current strength wanted to suppress this beater, which was a bit unrealistic, so naturally there was nothing to say.

But!

As long as you can suppress the other fighters in the future, there will be no problems.

"A hit, I may not be able to stop it, but I will never let you score any more points."

On the pitcher's mound, Shigerno Shin bowed slightly, and the awe-inspiring light reflected in his pupils.

“playball！！”

The momentum of the convergence.

That scorching vibe.

At home base, Miyuki's fingers moved slightly, and the gesture code was drawn.

"Hmm."

Pitcher mound above.

Shigeno nodded slightly.

An incomparably solemn atmosphere.

Standing in the strike zone, Mamoru Hoshida's hands were subconsciously clenched harder and harder.

Elevated striking posture, forward center of gravity.

"Remember! Don't be in a hurry, play again in the most extreme position! ”

In the back of my mind, I kept in mind the instructions of my own overseer.

As far as the eye can see.

The figure of Shigerino Nobu raising his arms high perfectly met the eyes of Hoshida Mamoru as he stepped forward, and his right arm was waving down vigorously.

"Boom."

Rushing dust.

The rippling momentum.

"Whoosh"

That glimmer of light shone brightly at this moment, and flew towards home plate.

(三七 Chinese )