The quick finger fork of the first ball, Sawamura, this guy actually followed.

Miyuki frowned.

This guy is here to get serious.

Then, the next ball, a straight ball low in the outside corner.

Miyuki's fingers moved slightly.

After understanding that Rong Chun is now in an excellent state, Yu Xing will not be stupid to go to a head-on duel with Rong Chun, and even eliminate it, and first wear off Rong Chun's momentum a little.

Serve and pitch on.

It will seem a little more leeway.

"Huh"

After Miyuki's fingers just moved.

On the pitcher's hill, Xiaogu waved his arm quickly again.

Speeding aurora.

Awe-inspiring breath.

In the strike area, Rong Chun's expression did not change, and in his condensed pupils, the silver luster of the incoming ball was reflected, and his footsteps suddenly stepped out, and the bat in his hand shook vigorously again.

"Huh"

A half-moon-like arc that swept through the air.

The cold smell emanating from the metal bat.

A melodious note sounded.

"Pong!"

The violent impact.

The slight vibration of the palm of the hand, the afterglow of the bat trembling.

The cold color in Rong Chun's pupils became more and more intense.

Under the pressure of force.

That second, that moment.

In that moment.

Rong Chun sank into the dantian and released all the power in an instant, only this power, this ball power, must not be suppressed, otherwise, there will be no follow-up.

Exhausted under the bat.

The moment when he was thrown out by Rong Chun.

"Whoosh"

The irrepressible ball bounced out after a sudden contraction.

It slammed into the ground.

First base direction.

Kenta Maezono's expression changed, and he quickly pounced ahead.

But Rong Chun's blow, the speed of swinging the stick was a bit beyond the imagination of the front garden.

"Bang!"

The ball smacking up on the ground, the moment of another rebound.

Kenta Maezono has just reacted and will take action.

The ball is the base bag that has already flipped past first base.

In the next second, the open area of the field is like a shadow.

"Smack!"

"Out of bounds!"

In the end, the ball didn't run past the infield, it just rolled off the boundary line.

But this blow is enough to fill the front garden's gaze in the direction of Rong Chun with a certain shocking look, such a swing, such a blow.

Sawamura, has it grown to this point?

If it was said that before, Rong Chun occupied the position of three sticks, he could only be condescended to five sticks, and he was still a little dissatisfied, or some other thoughts, but these thoughts.

In front of Rong Chun's blow.

Seems to get a good answer.

At this moment, the inner complexity of the front garden is unprecedented.

"Oh, oh, oh, it's almost out of bounds."

"It's really worthy of the trump card that our king Qingdao is proud of, not only the pitching, but also the hitting is so strong."

"Even if it's a big speedball in the valley, it can suppress Rong Chun."

"Don't you think that Miyuki's balls are starting to detour a little?"

"This is also a full proof of the pressure that Sawamura-kun's blow brought to Miyuki."

Team A, Team B, and the players on the benches of the two teams aside, outside the court, the people who knocked melons all showed a look of amazement.

Of course, what they don't know is.

In the strike zone, Rong Chun, who still looked light-hearted, had already scolded in his heart.

The palms of my hands hurt, okay?

Rong Chun chose a straight ball that was forced to hit Gu Xiao head-on, but was Gu Xiao's straight ball so easy to play?

It's not just the ball power, it's the tail energy.

Plus the degree of trickiness brought about by the angle.

"Ma Dan, this guy is getting more and more difficult to deal with."

Rong Chun took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and once again held the bat and put on a striking posture.

The third ball, longitudinal slide.

Descending valley, this guy Sawamura, both in terms of quality, belongs to the extremely high one, but only in dynamic vision, it is a little weak.

This ball.

Make the most of your ball speed.

I drive the change of the ball by a high-speed spin.

At home plate, take this guy.

Facing Rong Chun who has entered a state of ultra-high concentration.

Miyuki also has no mercy at all.

Pitcher mound.

Descending Gu Xiao nodded solemnly.

Raised arms again.

"Huh"

A little chill comes first.

The shadow of the shuttle ball.

Rong Chun's expression was awe-inspiring, and the brilliance reflected in his pupils.

Inside corner straight ball.

This moment, this second.

Rong Chun was about to swing the bat in his hand.

At this moment.

The ball seemed to shake.

Rong Chun's pupils shrank, and the movements of his hands were at that moment, a little slower.

"Whoosh"

The next second.

The ball refracted a trajectory in the sky and slid into the lower left position.

Rong Chun's arm that fluttered in the air.

on the next side.

The figure that twisted abruptly.

Now Rong Chun is really just like Yu Xing said, he has completely turned on the switch, and he regards the Gu Xiao in front of him as a real opponent, in Rong Chun's own words.

The moment you step onto the court.

This is his battlefield, and this is his home field.

It doesn't matter who's standing in front of you.

All of them are opponents.

At home plate, while Rong Chun's bat was dancing.

Miyuki's brow furrowed.

"Huh!"

The swept metal bat bloomed with a cold sheen.

Shining heartstrings.

At that moment, Miyuki's heart missed half a beat.

"Pong!!"

The shadow of the ball twists rapidly.

In the end, he did not escape Rong Chun's bat interception.

At that moment, Yu Xing couldn't help but sigh lowly.

It's still a little bit off.

"Whoosh!"

A dazzling light that rises to the sky.

What brought about was the sudden change of demeanor of the pitcher.

That looking at the trajectory of the ball.

A perfect arc was drawn through the sky.

Xiao's right hand was subconsciously clenched into a fist, and an ugly look bloomed in his pupils.

Straight and cold.

In the amazed looks of the crowd around the stadium.

The sky is full of brilliance.

Leap forward.

Immediately.

With an indomitable momentum.

Crossed the net of the sky.

Fell onto the lawn off the pitch.

"Smack!"

The distant sound and the white shadow passing by.

"Oh-oh-oh-oh!"

"Home run!"

", that kid from Sawamura, is the start so fierce again?"

"I just blasted the sliding ball out of the valley."

"Awesome, awesome."

"It doesn't feel like it's at the same level."

"It's not like an opponent at all."

Symbolically raise your left hand.

Rong Chun smiled, and when the scene of running around the base was reflected in front of everyone around him.

Everyone showed a look of amazement.

On the other side of the pitch.

After hearing about the Red and White War, the third-grade seniors who came to watch the game all showed a touch of complexity, relief, and an excited look mixed in.

Among them, Jun Izagi is the most obvious.

Looking at Rong Chun's figure on the court, his pupils couldn't help but show a look of envy.

"Has this bare boy grown to this point? How can you fix it, I really want to play!! ”

The senior of the silk-haired dog looked at the court and shouted with envy.

Ryosuke Kominato, Chris and the others around all showed a knowing smile.