Chen Ping, who was standing in the stands, did not feel the horror of Sawamura Rongjun's pitching intuitively.

And now standing in the first stick of the city's three high schools in the strike zone, the feeling is even more real.

The baseball flew like a white light in front of his eyes, and he didn't even have time to react in the process.

Looking at the calm figure on the pitcher's mound in shock, the first batter of the third high school in the city, he felt that his throat was dry.

It's too strong!

There wasn't any bluffing, just Sawamura Eijun stood there and threw an ordinary shot.

The beaters of the third high school in the city were deeply shocked.

It doesn't take much, it's enough to have this ball.

Although I have heard it for a long time, if you look at it from the strike zone, you will feel that Eijun Sawamura's ball speed is faster than the real ball speed.

But when you actually look at it, it still feels very different.

The ball is ordinary fast, obviously fast and scary, okay?

In the blink of an eye, the little white ball flew over, and he didn't even have time to react.

Raising his head, he looked critically at the man on the pitcher's mound.

The first batter of the third high school of the city university knows very well in his heart that the opponent in front of him is difficult.

At this time, he needs to be more cautious.

As the team's first baseman, he is also the benchmark for the hitters behind him. If he is solved too easily at this time, then the burden on the hearts of those beaters behind him will also increase unconsciously.

In this case, he definitely can't get out easily.

It cannot be striked.

Even if he doesn't get a hit in the end, he will at least have to fight with Sawamura Eijun to be evenly matched. As long as his bat hits the ball, whether it is flying high or bouncing the ball on the ground, it is acceptable.

Hit the ball!

Just hit the ball.

This is not a cowardly choice, but a wise judgment made after truly assessing the strength of both sides.

See Sawamura Eijun's ball path more clearly, and better guide the hitter behind him.

This is the style of the three high schools of the city university.

Come on!

With both palms tightly grasped the bat in his hand, the first batter of the third high school of the city university felt that every cell in his body was mobilized by himself.

At this time, he is invincible!

At least that's how he felt.

Miyuki, who was in the catcher position, glanced at his opponent in surprise.

Unexpectedly, facing Sawamura Eijun in the first round, the other party calmed down so quickly.

He is worthy of being a player in the third high school of the city university.

Even if they haven't played in Koshien and haven't experienced too many big scenes, their training is thorough enough.

Tears and sweat gave them enough confidence and strength.

It is simply impossible to crush this opponent by relying solely on momentum.

"Throw a sharp change ball, I'm afraid I can't solve the problem with a straight ball alone."

Seeing the code that Miyuki called him, Sawamura Eijun nodded imperceptibly.

He felt the same way.

Because the new team has not been formed for a long time, there are still many problems in the team of the three high schools of the city, but one thing has to be admitted, that is, the strength of their players!

The top three high school players at the city university were also selected from various regions of Tokyo.

They are all very talented players.

Because in the previous days, Qingdao High School was relatively weak, so the good players either went to the third high school of the city university or went to Daocheng Industry.

This has directly contributed to the disparity in the quality of the players.

The quality of the second-year players in Qingdao High School is obviously higher than that of the junior who is not listed, let alone compared with the bumper harvest of Daocheng.

Now Sawamura and Miyuki are facing such a team of geniuses.

It should not be taken lightly.

Since Miyuki thinks that Sawamura Eijun should unlock the Change Ball, Sawamura Eijun has no opinion.

He pulled straight away, lifted his right foot hard, and then fell down heavily.

"Whoosh!"

With the shift of the center of gravity of the body, the small white ball in Sawamura Eijun's hand appeared in front of the beater like a laser light.

So fast!

Even if he was mentally prepared to face Sawamura's pitch again, the hitter still felt very flustered.

The ball was so fast that it caught him off guard, and almost with lightning speed, it came to his side.

He could only swing the bat in his hand in a very hurry.

Obviously, his swing was late and he didn't hit the flying baseball.

The baseball plunged into Miyuki's open glove with precision after a downspin.

"This terrible monster!"

At this time, the beads of cold sweat on the beater's forehead flowed down.

It's horrible!

Before he could get used to the speed of the ball, the opponent had already started to use the change ball.

Thinking of Sawamura Eijun's complicated variety of balls, the first batter of the city's junior high school, I don't know what kind of ball I should aim for.

In vain, he could only lift the bat in his hand and wait for the next ball to fly over.

Without making him wait too long, the little white ball came.

With the speed of the ball that Sawamura has mastered now, it is impossible for the hitter to wait for the white ball to enter his hand before swinging the bat.

He was only able to swing his bat early.

Here it comes!

The moment he saw the white ball, he directly waved the bat in his hand.

You can wait until he shakes off the bat completely, and he doesn't wait for the little white ball to fly over.

At this moment, the time in the heart of the beater became incomparably long.

It was a long time before he heard the sound of a baseball falling into his glove from behind his ears.

"Smack!"

"Good shot!"

"Strikeout!!

Despite the beater's best efforts to avoid this ending, the time has come.

He was knocked out with a very strong strikeout.

"Worthy of the Great Demon King!"

"Refreshing!"

"You're the best!"

After striking out the first hitter, Sawamura Eisan continued to work hard and struck out the second and third strikes of the city's three high schools in succession.

Nine balls, three strikeouts.

This is the report card handed over by Eijun Sawamura.

At this moment, the audience was silent.

Everyone seemed to be stuck in the neck all of a sudden.

It took a few seconds for the men to react.

"Oh!!!"

"Demon King!"

"Sawamura !!"

They roared, shouting Sawamura's name hoarsely.

As if if they didn't, they wouldn't be able to express their emotions.

It's too strong!

It's really too strong!!

Not only to deal with those opponents who are fishy, but even the beaters of the top three in the wealthy city can't make any waves in front of Sawamura.

He's already been reborn!

It's not the freshman who just came up from middle school.

It's the top pitcher in the country, the hegemon-level pitcher.

"Bang Bang !!"

"Bang Bang !!"

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