Two outs, no one on base.

It was the turn of the blow to the third batter of Saikyo Middle School, the catcher, Inoue.

When Inoue stood in the strike zone, the whole person was hairy.

If you watch the video of Sawamura's game, you will definitely be very impressed by Sawamura's performance.

His pitching is really weird, so weird that it can be divided into two categories, one is what the hitter can hit, and the other is what the hitter can't.

The ball that the hitter can't hit makes people feel terrifying. But this kind of ball that can be hit by the hitter is also very uncomfortable.

I can hit the ball, but I can't hit it well!

The ball is either limp or flying towards the front of the defending fielder.

Now Sawamura's pitching rhythm is undoubtedly the latter.

Realizing this, Inoue even felt that hitting Sawamura's ball was an extremely frightening thing.

Before the hitter hits, he is afraid of hitting the pitcher's ball, and even if he says this kind of thing, it is estimated that no one will believe it.

But in fact, Inoue really has this ominous feeling.

It seems like the next second he hits the ball out, he's going to be solved.

"Whew!!"

What a scary guy!

The more you watch the video of Sawamura's game, the more you can appreciate the horror of Sawamura.

Inoue is not timid, he just thinks more than others.

Forcibly suppressing his disordered mind, Inoue stared firmly at Sawamura's throwing hand. No matter how much he imagines Sawamura, he must have seen Sawamura's ball from the strike zone to know his strength.

Come on!

As soon as Inoue did a good job of psychological construction, Sawamura's pitching came.

The ball is thrown in the outside corner, and although it is a corner, this position is very comfortable.

You can play!

The beater's genes attacked, and Inoue swung his bat.

waited until he swung his stick to make a move, and Inoue suddenly woke up. Didn't he plan to watch a ball first?

"Ping!"

The white ball is hit and lands on the front of the first baseman.

Oda jumped lightly and took the ball in his hand.

"Out!"

Three outs, offense and defense exchanged.

Four goals, three outs.

Sawamura used only four goals to end Akagi's defense in the first game.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on?"

"Quick, too fast! In the blink of an eye, it's over. ”

"Terrible pitcher."

"Magic pitching."

The audience was amazed.

Although it wasn't strikeouts, Sawamura's pitching was just as exciting.

"Sure enough, it's still the Great Demon King who is more powerful."

"Don't look at Saikyo winning Yokozuna, but in the end, who won this game, it's not clear. After all, Akagi also won Yokozuna at the beginning. ”

"Yes, Akagi has a great chance."

……

In the cowshed of Xijing Middle School.

Cheng Gong Ming opened his eyes, and his face no longer had the same smile as before, and it became extremely serious.

"They won't stand a chance!"

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Good shot!"

"Strikeout!"

"Strikeout!"

"Strikeout!!

Nine balls, three strikeouts.

Sawamura won the first game with four balls, three minutes and forty seconds, and Narumiya used three strikeouts to return color.

From the beginning, the two sides were unceremoniously together.

Akagi Middle School, except for Sawamura, the three strong beatings were all strikeouts.

"Narumi Narumi !!"

"Naru! Toll!!! ”

This is Tokyo, the base camp of Narumiya Narumu, and many of the fans at the scene are Narumiya fans. Seeing Cheng Gongming's outstanding performance, they all immediately became excited.

In the cowshed of Akagi Middle School.

Sawamura looked at Feng Xiang and asked, "How do you feel?" ”

Feng Xiang didn't seem to have come back to his senses, looking at his hands in a daze, recalling the baseball that had just flown over in his mind.

So fast, so strong!!

Although the pitcher's pitch in Shenfeng Middle School before could reach 14, it felt like the pitcher's ball was not terrible. If you want to say it, it's a bit like a fast ball thrown in a ball bowling machine.

It's fast, but it smells rigid.

Narumiya's ball is different!

His ball came over and it felt like it was alive.

Anyone who practices shooting knows that there is a difference between shooting a dead target and hitting a moving target, and there is also a difference between hitting a moving target and hitting a real living thing.

The difficulty of the latter increases several times in a straight line.

If the black pitcher in Shenfeng Middle School is described as a dead target, then Narumiya's ball has not evolved to the level of a living creature, but at least it has the level of a moving target.

"I can't hit it at all!"

Feng Xiang felt so desperate for the first time.

It feels like a toad sitting in a well watching the sky, one day leaving the well and seeing the vastness of the world, it doesn't even know where to go.

"Don't be discouraged!"

Sawamura smiled and comforted his friend.

Feng Xiang felt this way, but Sawamura was not surprised at all.

Really good pitchers have their own characteristics. Just like Ken Uesugi's bullet ball, in Sawamura's opinion, it is a very high-quality ball. There's also Haruka Nanami's kind of high-drop curveball, which is also a very useful weapon if you hone it well.

Cheng Gong Ming's straight ball naturally has such qualities.

His ball is terrifying!

And the difference between the muzzle velocity and tail velocity of his pitching is very small.

It's not a speeding straight ball, but it's somewhat similar to a speeding straight ball.

This makes Narumiya's straight ball look as if it has life, faster and more flexible.

These Narumiya himself may not be clear, but Sawamura knows it clearly.

Therefore, in the first round, Feng Xiang couldn't cope with Narumiya's ball, and he couldn't even touch it, so Sawamura was not surprised at all.

It is impossible to defeat Cheng Gongming in the first game.

In the first half of the second game, Xijing Middle School attacked.

"Fourth baseman, first baseman, Flush classmate."

On the pitcher's mound, Sawamura's face turned serious.

Since Cheng Gongming used his straight ball, there was no reason for him to be silent.

"I'll let you take a look, my straight ball is fine."

Sawamura's competitive temper came up and threw his first shot at Qi Ping.

"Whoosh!"

The white ball, passing through the top of home plate, flew into Feng Xiang's glove.

"Good shot!"

One good ball, zero bad balls.

On the strike zone, Qi Ping breathed a long sigh of relief.

Sawamura's pitching just now, just like Inoue said, makes people have the urge to swing the bat, which is really evil.

In the face of such a ball, you have to swing back with a stronger swing and hit the ball far away.

Having made up his mind, Qi Ping held his bat long and prepared to swing it with all his might.

Just then, Sawamura's second goal came.

"Whoosh!"

The white baseball, like a ray of light, instantly crossed the distance from the pitcher's mound to the catcher's glove.

Qi Ping swung his bat, but didn't touch anything.

"Smack!"

"Good shot!"

The number of balls is two good, and there are zero bad.

Qi Ping's face became difficult to look at.

Just now, he was too late to swing his bat.

The ball, far faster than he imagined!