Diamond Ace's Passionate Swing

"Come on, let's crush his confidence with this shot." A sly glint flashed in Miyuki's eyes.

Lin Xiao took a deep breath, raised his leg, swung his arm, and flung the ball out of his hand.

"call out!"

The baseball sliced ​​through the air, reaching a speed of 160 km/h, and hit the red ball.

Shiratori saw the ball's trajectory, and his pupils contracted sharply. The ball was too fast! He didn't even have time to judge whether it was a good or bad shot, and instinctively dodged backward.

"Snapped!"

Shiratori didn't swing; the ball landed steadily in Miyuki's glove.

"Bad ball!" the referee's voice rang out.

Bai Niao staggered, his face slightly pale. He stared intently at Lin Xiao, gritting his teeth, "This guy... how come he's faster again?"

"Who's the bad guy? But this could be fatal!"

The white bird nervously swallowed.

The stands on the sidelines erupted in uproar.

"160 km/h! Lin Xiao's ball speed is too fast!"

"If we had ball control, wouldn't we be unbeatable in high school!"

"That was terrifying! It would have been horrible if that ball had hit someone!"

Miyuki's lips curled slightly, and he raised his hand again, signaling Lin Xiao to throw a high-speed ball to the outside corner. Lin Xiao didn't hesitate and threw the ball.

"call out!"

The ball sliced ​​through the air again, moving at a breathtaking speed.

Shiratori gritted his teeth and swung his bat, only to find that he couldn't catch the ball at all.

"Snapped!"

The ball landed steadily in Miyuki's glove.

"Good shot!" the referee's voice rang out again.

Shiratori was in a state of confusion. He hadn't expected Lin Xiao's pitching to be so powerful; he was completely helpless against it, whether it was inside or outside the pitch.

They don't get a chance to shoot, whether it's a good shot or a bad shot; they can't even touch the ball.

"No, I must seize the opportunity in the next ball!" he gritted his teeth to himself.

However, at that moment, Miyuki issued a new command—an inside high ball.

"Come on, let's completely shatter his confidence," Miyuki thought to himself with a smirk.

Lin Xiao glanced at the location of the glove, a cold smile playing on his lips. He raised his hand, his body suddenly exploding with power, and threw the ball.

"call out!"

The baseball hurtled straight at Shiratori, its speed terrifying.

Shiratori's pupils contracted sharply, and his body instinctively recoiled, nearly dropping the baseball bat from his hand. However, the ball whistled past his chest at the last moment and landed steadily in Miyuki's glove.

"Good shot!" the referee's voice rang out, his tone tinged with tension.

"Is it really okay for the ball to be moving that fast?"

The referee was nervous on behalf of the batter.

Bai Niao's legs trembled slightly, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead. He gasped for breath, staring intently at Lin Xiao, his eyes filled with terror.

"This guy... his pitching is absolutely inhuman!"

The stands erupted in gasps once again.

"My God, that was terrifying!"

"Lin Xiao's pitching is simply breathtaking!"

Miyuki stood up and waved apologetically, "Sorry, that shot was a bit out of control."

But there was no apology in his eyes, only a hint of smugness.

"Scared? Then just obediently leave the game."

Miyuki crouched down again, raising his hand to signal Lin Xiao to throw another high ball into the inside corner. Lin Xiao raised his hand, his body suddenly exploding as he threw the ball.

"call out!"

The baseball slices through the air.

Shiratori gritted his teeth and tried to swing his bat to counterattack, but the ball was too fast and he had no time to react.

"Snapped!"

The ball landed steadily in Miyuki's glove.

"Strike! The batter strikes out!" The umpire's voice echoed across the field.

Shiratori stood there, pale-faced, the baseball bat hanging limply at his side.

"Damn it, we didn't even get to touch it in the end!"

Lin Xiao watched the white bird's retreating figure, his heart unmoved. This was his rhythm, his game.

Yang Shun-chen, as Ming Chuan's ace pitcher, stepped into the batter's box.

"Leave this round to me, I can handle it."

Lin Xiao's desire to confront Yang Shunchen head-on is a response to the signal he gave in the first half of the game.

"Then it's up to you, Ace."

Miyuki gave the secret code.

"Lin Xiao, let me have a go at you."

Yang Shunchen gripped the bat tightly, leaning slightly forward, his eyes sharp as an eagle's, fixed on the baseball in my hand. His entire body was tense, like a cheetah poised to pounce on its prey.

Lin Xiao began to raise his hand, bend his arm, and throw the ball!

A small white ball streaked through the air like a shooting star, accompanied by a piercing whistle, heading straight for the outer corner of home plate.

Yang Shunchen did not swing the bat; he stared intently at the trajectory of the baseball, his pupils slightly contracting.

The baseball landed precisely in Miyuki Kazuya's open glove with a dull "thud".

"nice shot!"

The referee's loud voice boomed like thunder across the field, echoing in everyone's ears.

"As expected, high-speed straight balls are difficult to deal with."

Yang Shunchen frowned, and a fine layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner tension and unease, remaining vigilant and not daring to relax for a moment.

For the second ball, Lin Xiao didn't hesitate at all. He swung his arm violently, and all the power in his body exploded instantly.

A fastball, like a cannonball, hurtled towards home plate with overwhelming force, as if to crush all obstacles into dust.

Yang Shunchen swung the bat with difficulty, feeling unprecedented pressure. The bat grazed the baseball, making a sharp scraping sound.

The ball was hit out of bounds.

"Out of bounds!"

The referee's voice rang out again, his tone carrying a hint of undisguised surprise.

"Those two are really scary!"

"His ball speed is even faster than before, the pressure is really high."

Yang Shunchen felt his heart pounding violently, almost as if it would burst out of his chest. He gasped for breath, trying to regulate his breathing and relax his body and mind.

The third goal.

A fierce glint flashed in Lin Xiao's eyes, his gaze sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to completely crush Yang Shunchen.

Lin Xiao raised his leg high and swung his arm quickly.

The ball traced a strange arc in the air, then suddenly plummeted as it approached home plate, like a cunning venomous snake, making it impossible to predict.

call out!

"So fast!"

Yang Shunchen instinctively swung his bat, thinking he could hit the ball. However, the ball slipped through his fingertips with a hint of mockery and landed in Miyuki Kazuya's glove.

"What?!"

"Forkball!"

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the ball being caught was particularly jarring in the quiet stadium.

Yang Shunchen failed to hit Lin Xiao's ball with two consecutive quick forkballs.

"Damn it, is this really how it ends?!"

Yang Shunchen watched as Lin Xiao's figure on the pitcher's mound gradually grew larger, until it became so large that he could no longer see the sunlight above him.

"Your classmates and rivals are really unlucky!"

"Strikeout!"

The referee's voice, like the pronouncement of death, sealed Yang Shunchen's fate.

Yang Shunchen slowly put down his baseball bat and returned to the rest area.

"I didn't expect him to have kept this trick up his sleeve until now."

"Lin Xiao, I still admire you!"

"However, the competition isn't over yet; it's still uncertain who will win!"

The stands erupted once again, with cheers, shouts, and screams merging into a massive wave of sound that swept across the entire stadium like a tsunami.

"Lin Xiao struck out two batters in three consecutive strikeouts, that's incredible!"

"They're practically monsters!"

"Mingchuan is going to be crushed!"

Lin Xiao watched Yang Shunchen's departing figure, his heart unwavering, devoid of any sympathy. My gaze remained icy, my expression cold.

"This is my true strength; you're still far from it."

Lin Xiao's determination was so firm that Koshien was his only goal now.