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"Pong!"

"Bang!"

It must be said that the Black Soil Pavilion is the Black Soil Pavilion after all, and as the four sticks of the East Tokyo strong team, Matsumoto's strength is certainly not as good as the four sticks of the real strong team, but in the face of Sawamura Eijun, who has just begun to show his hideousness, he still shows his own suppressive power.

After being chased by Rong Chun's straight ball, he caught the urgency to win, and there was a loophole in the unstable control of the ball, and he grabbed the straight ball in the center, although because the ball path fluctuated and changed, and he didn't really grasp the center of the ball, but Rong Chun's straight ball itself did not belong to the kind of ball power.

was blasted out by Matsumoto with his strength.

Landing in front of the right field, Matsumoto managed to step on first base.

"Pretty, Matsumoto!"

"That's it, let that kid from Qingdao, know what a strong team in the Eastern District is."

"Go on, go on, the next one, it's all about scoring."

Matsumoto's successful landing on the base made the bench of the Black Clay Pavilion suddenly erupt in fierce cheers, although it was only the second inning, but in the first inning, being played by the Qingdao Second Army, or a first-year pitcher, naturally provoked the anger of these Black Clay Pavilion players.

Naturally, when he saw that there was an opportunity to fight back, he showed a faint look of excitement.

"Five, first baseman, Tanaka-kun."

Rong Chun stood on the pitcher's mound, looking at Matsumoto who was on first base, his brows furrowed slightly, is the ball still a little high?

No, even if there is no floating height, it is still normal to be blasted out by brute force with a straight ball that is not tricky, unstable ball control, and ball speed is not good.

It seems that some time ago, a certain thought that popped up in my heart needed to be suppressed.

It needs to be a solid foundation.

Rong Chun thought secretly in his heart.

"Sawamura." Ono stood up at home base, made a slight gesture, and shouted loudly.

"I understand, Ono-senpai." Sawamura lifted the brim of his hat and answered loudly as well.

"Hmm."

Seeing that Rong Chun didn't show a special look, Ono's heart tightened slightly, and his heartstrings loosened, and he thought about it with some self-deprecation, Sawamura can be regarded as a pitcher who has gone through several games.

Naturally, he won't be shaken because of such a base, and he is a little worried.

So, let's regroup and take back our lead.

Ono's eyes also shone with a faint color.

Even if it is their second army, it is also a team of kings!!!

"The first goal, the inside corner, take out your favorite way and stabilize the situation."

Ono made a code gesture to pitcher Sakami Sawamura Rongchun, Rongchun nodded slightly, in the current so-called four-corner ball control training, Rongchun is still limited to the inside corner kick is more familiar.

The advantage of natural quirk ball also makes Rong Chun's inner corner kick slightly sharp in the absence of ball power.

“playball！”

On the spot of seeing the strike zone, the Black Soil Pavilion five sticks put on a posture.

Rong Chun's eyelids moved slightly, and he quickly raised his right leg, and suddenly, his left arm flicked.

"Huh"

A bright light came out of Rong Chun's fingertips and whistled away.

The white light flickered in the middle, and the black soil pavilion was five, and the pupils suddenly shrank.

It was obvious that he was already engrossed, but he was still at that second, Huo Ran appeared.

The white light that came into view.

The five sticks of the Black Soil Pavilion, with a dignified expression, stepped across, the lower body was fixed, and the upper body twisted hard, and shook the metal bat in his hand with all his might.

"Huh"

The extremely oppressive swing of the bat, although it looks majestic, but the beater is already half a beat slower before the batter is released.

The white light burst into home plate and perfectly avoided the intercepted bat.

Steadily burrowed into Ono Hiroshi's ball sleeve and made an incomparably clear sound.

"Smack"

"Good Ball !!"

The black soil pavilion was five, his eyelids jumped slightly, and between his eyebrows, a faint look of surprise came.

Can't even wipe the ball?

It looks like it looks on the side, and on the hitting zone, there are two completely different feelings, in addition to the quirk ball, and this pitching position, at the very least, let this guy straighten the ball, and feel like it's four or five kilometers faster than he actually is.

The Black Soil Pavilion Five Sticks secretly thought in their hearts.

You can't judge it purely with your eyes, this guy's ball path needs to be swung half a rhythm in advance.

Between thoughts, on the pitcher's mound, a faint smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of Sawamura's mouth.

Footsteps move, arms flick.

All the actions in one go.

There is no chance of much reaction from the hitter.

"Huh"

In an instant, a cold light galloped out.

Is it an inside corner again?

Look down on me so much!?

The five sticks of the Black Soil Pavilion, in a moment, judged the approximate trajectory of the ball, although he didn't grasp the specific path of the ball, his eyes were already burning with rage, in his opinion, this was clearly the biggest manifestation of the arrogance of the first-grade ghost opposite.

"Then, let the seniors teach you well, and the first grade should have a first-grade appearance!!"

"Boom"

The five sticks of the Black Soil Pavilion suddenly stepped out.

The bat in his hand suddenly moved.

Only at that moment, the white light flashed and the bat shook.

As the white ball approached home plate, a hint of joy appeared in the pupils of the Black Soil Pavilion at the same time, the white light suddenly shook and refracted towards a more inward angle.

"Pong"

Prematurely, the moment of unexpected collision.

Let the face of the five sticks of the Black Soil Pavilion be overjoyed.

Carter Ball!?

"Huh"

The ball flies upside down.

"Bang"

Slammed into the middle of the surface of the second and third bases.

The third baseman, Ken Yamaguchi, made a flying pounce, stretched out his left hand sleeve and firmly connected the ball into the ball sleeve, and then, after that, the afterglow saw that the runner of the Black Soil Pavilion was already approaching second base, and he threw the ball to second base with his backhand.

"Huh"

"Smack"

"Out !!!"

In the black soil pavilion, the runner's face is ugly.

Kominato Haruichi firmly caught the incoming ball, stepped on the base bag, and in the next second, the white light flashed out again.

"Huh"

"Smack"

"Out!"

"Double Kill !!"

Damn, tricked!!!!

The five sticks of the Black Soil Pavilion will run halfway to the base line, that is, he stopped, gritted his teeth, and stared at Sawamura Eijun in the direction of the pitcher mound with a vicious look.

"Good shot, Sawamura!"

"Well done!"

"Haha, you kid, you just can."

"Keep going, keep going, Sawamura"

"There's one more!"

"Two out, two out."

Rong Chun lifted the brim of his hat, tilted his head slightly, and smiled indifferently in his pupils.

Let the Black Soil Pavilion be five sticks, and his face became more and more gloomy.

Fingertips feel more and more familiar, and they need to be sharper refraction and change, Rong Chun's eyes showed a faint look of expectation, this is this summer, his own decisive ball, he must hone a level.

The opponent in the future will be more terrifying and difficult to deal with than the mere Black Soil Pavilion!!