Chapter 264: Complete Suppression

After Miyuki finished speaking, both Sawamura and Furuya turned their heads to look at Huangqian Yangyi on the Pitcher's Mound.

Indeed, the two of them had been looked after by Huangqian Yangyi quite a lot.

"I am the same; Huangqian-san has helped me with many things," Kawakami also spoke up at this moment.

"Haha, that's because your talent isn't bad either, Kawakami," Miyuki laughed.

Director Kataoka, who was listening to the conversation from the side, nodded silently.

"Moreover."

Miyuki continued, "As for what you're worried about, Sawamura—that the opponent will recover their form and the game will become difficult—you don't need to worry about that. Yangyi has that kind of confidence; even if the opponent is in their best form, he won't lose."

Sawamura nodded, looking at Huangqian Yangyi's figure, not knowing what he was thinking.

In the Yakushi Dugout, Todoroki Raichi and Hong stared at each other with wide eyes.

"You actually bowed and said thank you to him; how could I have such a stupid son?"

"Senior Huangqian is a good person," Todoroki Raichi said.

Hong was speechless, but he couldn't say much; after all, that remark from Huangqian Yangyi had helped them, otherwise he really would have worried about whether Todoroki Raichi would be discouraged.

What an arrogant brat. Does he think that if Raichi isn't in form, our Yakushi isn't worth mentioning?

"Akiha! You know what kind of ball to hit!" Hong shouted.

On the field, Yakushi's second Batter, First Year Akiha Kazuma, walked to the Batter's Box with complicated feelings. Hearing the words from the Director, he couldn't have felt worse.

Choose a good ball to hit.

But what is a good ball to hit?

With Huangqian Yangyi's pitch speed and power, even a Red Center ball is hard to hit.

On the Pitcher's Mound, Huangqian Yangyi looked at Akiha Kazuma with a smile. Like Todoroki Raichi, this person was also a left-handed Batter.

He then looked at Chris. Chris tapped his glove lightly with his right fist, then gave the signal and set up his glove.

An inside-low four-seam Fastball.

Huangqian Yangyi nodded slightly, and after completing his pitching motion, he quickly threw the ball.

In the Batter's Box, Akiha Kazuma saw the baseball flying in. He stared at the ball intently, not daring to lose focus for even a fraction of a second. It's an Inside Fastball!

Making his judgment, he swung the bat in his hands decisively.

However, halfway through the swing, Akiha Kazuma clearly felt that his swing was late; the speed wasn't fast enough!

The baseball zoomed into home plate and was easily caught by Chris.

"Strike!"

The home plate umpire shouted.

After missing the first pitch, Akiha Kazuma subconsciously looked at the radar gun: 145 km/h.

?

How could this be?!

Akiha Kazuma turned his head in shock to look at Huangqian Yangyi. It was actually so slow—was it on purpose?

One must know that Huangqian Yangyi hadn't thrown a 145 km/h pitch in a game for a long time; his average pitch speed had already reached 155 km/h.

At this moment, off the field, Hong was red-faced. He couldn't understand why Akiha Kazuma had swung so late.

"There are too many thoughts in his head, or rather, he's nervous," Sanada Shunpei said at the right time.

"Because he is too nervous, his subconscious keeps assuming the opponent will throw a Fastball over 150 km/h, putting too much pressure on himself, which leads to his reaction being a beat slow."

Hearing this, Hong slapped the railing in frustration. He hadn't expected Huangqian Yangyi's pitching to be so terrifying that it affected the Batter's psychology.

"Don't be nervous, you idiot!"

"Akiha, let's go!"

"You can do it!"

Hearing the cheers from his teammates, Akiha Kazuma took a deep breath to calm his mood.

Seeing this, Huangqian Yangyi smiled, then saw the signal given by Chris.

Still inside-low, still a four-seam Fastball!

You're so mean, Senior, Huangqian Yangyi muttered to himself, because this time, the speed of the Fastball would shoot up.

After that 145 km/h Fastball just now, the opponent must have doubts in his heart and will definitely hesitate when swinging.

Whoosh!!

A Fastball with a speed approaching 150 km/h flew out. Akiha Kazuma, who had prepared himself mentally, had his pupils dilate, and then he swung his bat.

Bang!

"Strike!"

Late again, this time it was truly late!

Akiha Kazuma widened his eyes. Facing such a pitch was even more frightening than a 160 km/h pitching machine. The baseball seemed alive, possessing vitality, and the terrifying power of the pitch made one want to retreat just by looking at it.

He also wondered how those guys from Inashiro Industrial managed to have such intense battles with this freak every time. Weren't they afraid?

Akiha Kazuma's internal monologue grew active again. Even though he had swung and missed twice and the opponent had already gained two Strikes—one more pitch and he would be out—his mind had drifted off to who knows where.

After receiving the return throw, Huangqian Yangyi saw Chris tilting his head, observing Akiha Kazuma's expression. Then, the corner of his mouth hooked up, and he set up his glove.

Inside again!?

Senior Chris, you are tough enough.

Huangqian Yangyi was a bit excited; it was not only inside, but still a Fastball.

Finishing off a Batter with three Fastballs in the same location—the Batter would go crazy, right?

Not caring about that, Huangqian Yangyi zoomed the baseball out. Akiha Kazuma swung his bat again, and his timing was a bit earlier this time. However, the speed of this pitch still exceeded his expectations: 156 km/h, even faster than the second pitch.

"Strike!"

"Strikeout!"

Hearing the umpire's voice, Akiha Kazuma's face looked terrible; three fastballs of different speeds—to think this guy's control could reach such a level!

Most importantly, three fastballs, the same location, and he had actually been finished off like this; it was just too embarrassing!

What Akiha Kazuma didn't know was that the spectators didn't look down on him at all, for no other reason than that his opponent was too strong, and everyone's attention wasn't on him anyway.

Seeing Huangqian Yangyi finish off the Batter with three consecutive low inside fastballs, the spectators could not suppress their excitement at all.

The momentum created by the Seido fan club, the brass band, and the Cheerleading Squad swept through the entire stadium.

Standing on the Pitcher's Mound and feeling this atmosphere, Huangqian Yangyi was also surging with emotion; he was someone who liked to show off, a real attention-seeker, and this feeling of being the center of attention was addictive.

As the Yakushi third-hitter, the First Year right-handed Batter, Mishima Yuta, stepped into the Batter's Box, the cheers from the stands gradually began to quiet down.

High-spirited and with lofty goals, Mishima Yuta kept adjusting his breathing; the image of Todoroki Raichi and Akiha Kazuma walking off the field in such a sorry state was still clearly imprinted in his mind, and he didn't want to be easily struck out like that too.

Moreover, with two people including Todoroki Raichi already struck out, if he could get a hit, he would definitely be able to garner even more attention!

Huangqian Yangyi and Mishima Yuta locked eyes, and from the other's gaze, he saw the same anticipation as Todoroki Raichi's; the difference was that Todoroki Raichi was purely hot-blooded, commonly known as a single-celled organism, while from this guy, Huangqian Yangyi sensed a hint of calculation.

Wanting to prove yourself by defeating me?

Or just purely wanting to show off?