Second, the suture ball, can not have the slightest deviation of control.

Otherwise, if the arc of change does not come out, or if the arc of change is not sharp enough and not fast enough, then it will easily become a good way for others to snipe.

This ball.

You have to wave your arms with all your might.

The fingers of Rong Chun's left arm couldn't help but exert a slight force.

He took a deep breath and adjusted his state.

This is the choice that must be made in order to win Cheng Gong Ming.

Rong Chun has been enlightened from the beginning.

The left arm tightened, feeling the faint tingling and paralyzing sensation on that arm, Rong Chun knew that this was just a lurking injury, once he released his strength with all his strength.

It will spread as quickly as a bone-eating antworm.

Even to the point where I can't bear it.

However, Rong Chun knows very well that he has no choice, and when he makes such a willful choice, he must be aware of it.

The so-called trump card of enlightenment!!

"Boom!"

The right leg raised high, the sudden step forward.

Stirring up dust.

The tight lean flesh on the left arm, the left arm that suddenly got up.

In an instant, the instantaneous increasing pain, the paralyzing feeling was stimulating his nerves, and the stinging pain of the deep bone marrow made Rong Chun's heart contract at that moment.

Even if he was well enlightened, at this time, this pain in his heart still made Rong Chun gasp in his heart.

However, what needs to be done must be done.

"Click!"

The footsteps stepped down, and the dazzling light in the hand jumped after the fingertips jumped.

"Whoosh"

White light sped out.

That flash of lightning, galloping towards the far-reaching home base.

The grim situation.

A flare ball.

A perfect arc was bent in the air.

At the moment when Narumu Cheng was tense and swung his stick with all his might.

"Huh"

The refracted ball, gliding through the sky, glides through a trajectory and slides sideways into it in the direction of downward.

Two suture balls!!

Cheng Gongming's pupils shrank abruptly at that moment.

The center of gravity of the front press.

Sideways moments.

Let his arms have more room to exert force, and the body twists as hard as possible.

"Huh"

Dancing metal bats.

The cold glow flickered.

"Pong!"

Barely managed to hit the ball.

When the afterglow of the metal roar exploded.

Cheng Gongming gritted his teeth.

Feel the vibration on the bat, the sensation in the palm of your hand that goes directly to the nerves.

"Damn, this ball !!"

"Get me out!!"

Narumiya leaned over and shook the ball out of his hand vigorously.

"Whoosh"

The ball swept across the sky.

"Bang"

It slammed into the ground.

Narumiya quickly threw away the bat and sped towards first base.

However, how could a ball with all the strength of Rong Chun be blasted out like this!?

Narimiya, who couldn't perfectly suppress the ball, swung the bat.

The ball didn't fly out of the infield.

The ball hit the middle of second and third base.

The cold Mr. Cheetah, with his athletic body, made a successful slide and intercepted the ejection position of the ball, even though this position was more difficult to deal with close to the slope of the pitcher's mound.

But the experience of the old way, the old spicy eyesight, the decisive judgment.

Kuramachi is still a steady interception of the ball in the ball sleeve.

The moment of change of hands.

Thrown in the direction of first base.

"Smack"

"Out !!"

General Narumiya ran past the third of the base line, and near the first base, there was the sound of the base trial, and the movement of raising his right hand.

Cheng Gongming reluctantly stopped his pace.

After taking a deep look at the figure of the pitcher Qiu Rongchun, he strode off the field.

"Wonderful pitching, no extra ball to waste, the third ball chose the second seam ball, and successfully won the number of outs of Narimiya Jun with four bats!!!"

"Good ball, Sawamura."

"That's the rhythm, that's the state, Ace."

"Come on, Ace, go all out to take them down."

"Rong Chunjun, come on."

"Come on, Sawamura-kun, now is the time for you to perform."

"Qingdao, Qingdao, Qingdao."

Cheers cheered Qingdao benches and stands.

This is a shout for their ace pitcher to show a real posture, their left throw, is the real NO.1!!

Sure enough, this senior's ball is completely different from the average pitcher.

In that way, each ball has its own characteristics.

That's the real trump card!!

In the stands, Okumura's hands clenched slightly into fists, and a different luster flashed in his pupils.

I want to take it, I want to take it, I want to go to that pitch, I want to catch that ball!!

"Five, third baseman, Yabe-kun."

That ball power actually suppressed Ming's swing, is it trying to tell us that the loss of points in the first game was an accident? It's the same as summer, it's still so individual, this guy.

Koji Yabe twisted his neck and steadily stepped into the strike zone.

It's exactly what I want, soul bastard, and I'm going to blast you away!!

The first ball, the accelerated straight ball in the center.

Yabe is the type of guy who will play aggressively as long as the ball is a little higher, so you can lure him a little here.

Miyuki moved his fingers at home plate.

Pitcher mound.

Rong Chun nodded as usual.

But what no one saw was that his left hand was trembling gently like the first time.

All-out pitching, or a delicate ball like a two-seam ball, is really a bit of a burden on the current left arm.

"It's still under control, the previous mistake can't be made now, reduce the strength a little, this straight ball, as long as you throw it beautifully and straightly."

Rong Chun took a deep breath and thought secretly in his heart.

"Whoosh"

The stride that came out, the arms that fluttered.

The next moment, the next second.

A bright light flickered from Rong Chun's fingertips.

"Whoosh"

"Huh"

"Pong"

Flashing white light.

Collision at home plate.

The spark that burst open.

A sonic boom that explodes in the sky.

"Whoosh"

"Bang"

"Out of bounds!!"

This guy is scurrying around on the bat, and it's really not good to catch this ball.

Koji Yabe cracked his mouth and smiled horribly.

That touch of serenity.

But it can't shake Rong Chun on the pitcher's hill in the slightest.

At this moment, all Rong Chun did was to thoroughly implement his pitching!!

Then, take down the beater!!

"Whoosh"

The flying white light.

At this time, what is represented is Rong Chun's will as a pitcher.

"Pong"

Damn, why is it even more difficult to capture the trajectory of this mat than last time!!

How tricky each ball is.

All of them exceeded Yabe's expectations.

"Bang"

"Out of bounds!!"

Two-goal pursuit.

Once again, Rong Chun had the upper hand in the duel.

The power is unforgiving.

Take advantage of your illness to kill you.

Eighty percent of the force under the control of the change of the ball.

Even though the power and speed of the ball are a little weaker.

But this change is also enough to deal with Yabe.

"Whoosh"

"Smack!"

"Good ball, hitter out!!"

A sharp-angled speed ball that smoothly won the number of arrows' outs.

Even though there are limitations.

But there are no limits to the heart.

Do your best, create, and grasp the victory that belongs to the team.

This is the so-called trump card consciousness!!