Chapter 352

"Could it be that you are here to tease us for fun?!"

"Four balls in a row, every ball hit by you! The faster the ball, the further you hit, and they are all home runs?!"

Natsume Chikage was silent for a while:

"Didn't I show you my hands just now?"

Kuroda Keisuke, upon hearing this, was speechless, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word anymore.

However, deep in his heart, a terrifying thought was slowly taking shape—

The talent of this "A-kun" in front of him, I'm afraid... has already surpassed the rising superstar in the Japanese baseball world, "Nishimura Kazuhiko".

Natsume Chikage gripped the bat tightly again and asked casually:

"Kuroda coach, what is the fastest ball speed Sano coach can reach now?"

Kuroda Keisuke's eyes narrowed slightly, and a verification thought was extremely strong.

He said in a deep voice:

"150 km/h."

Natsume Chikage nodded and proposed in a tone that was taken for granted:

"Then for the subsequent balls, let him pitch at 150 km/h."

Kuroda Keisuke, upon hearing this, raised his brows high.

He felt that this teenager in front of him might be a bit floating after hitting a few balls in a row.

Daring to challenge 150 km/h ball speed directly?

You have to know, this ball speed is already the average level of excellent pitchers who can enter Koshien in the high school baseball world!

Even many official batters in high schools cannot stably deal with it.

Even he, Kuroda Keisuke, absolutely couldn't do it when he first learned baseball.

What's more, it's the hitting genius who is more talented than him in their school— "Nishimura Kazuhiko".

Even "Nishimura Kazuhiko" couldn't take a 150 km/h fast ball when he first came into contact with baseball.

You, a pure newcomer, want to challenge it now?

Can you take it?

Simply a joke!

Kuroda Keisuke felt it was time to dampen the spirit of this "genius".

He hooked the corners of his mouth with a cold arc and agreed:

"Of course."

After speaking.

He made a clear and powerful gesture to Sano Sho on the pitcher's mound—no need to reserve, pitch your fastest ball!

Sano Sho was stunned, a bit puzzled, but soon understood Kuroda Keisuke's intention—like him just now, wanting to give this overconfident teenager some "color" to see.

Exactly what he wanted!

So—Sano Sho took a deep breath, his body tightened like a full bow, and with all the strength and technique he could control at the current stage, he threw the baseball in his hand with force!

Whew—!!

The visual gap between 150 km/h and 120 km/h is huge!

This is not a simple numerical addition.

It is a heart-pounding speed that a batter almost cannot clearly capture with the naked eye!

The distance from the pitcher's mound to the home plate is standard 18.44 meters.

The time it takes for a baseball at 150 km/h to fly over this distance is only about 0.47 seconds!

It can be said that from leaving the hand to arriving at the home plate, it is almost instantaneous!

Theoretically, anyone facing this ball speed for the first time, no matter how talented, will inevitably...

Bang—!!!

Another crisp collision sound, like thunder, exploded in the empty giant venue!

A white arc, more beautiful and higher than before, rose from the front of the home plate again!

That baseball, like precision-guided, broke through the sky again, flying towards the direction of the spectator seats without deviation!

At this moment—

Sano Sho and Kuroda Keisuke, two professional coaches who have seen big scenes, stood frozen on the spot completely, like two sculptures frozen instantly.

Sano Sho on the pitcher's mound, his mentality completely collapsed.

Not only was he hit by a pure newcomer four times in a row...

The last two balls were both genuine home runs?!

You call this a newcomer?!

Kuroda Keisuke couldn't hold back anymore, turned directly to Natsume Chikage, and his voice rose a few degrees:

"No—you kid, be honest with me! You really haven't played baseball?!"

"Could it be that you are here to tease us for fun?!"

"Four balls in a row, every ball hit by you! The faster the ball, the further you hit, and they are all home runs?!"

Natsume Chikage was silent for a while:

"Didn't I show you my hands just now?"

Kuroda Keisuke, upon hearing this, was speechless, opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word anymore.

Just that, deep in his heart, a terrifying thought was slowly taking shape—

The talent of this "A-kun" in front of him, I'm afraid... has already surpassed the rising superstar in the Japanese baseball world, "Nishimura Kazuhiko".

Natsume Chikage gripped the bat tightly again and asked casually:

"Kuroda coach, what is the fastest ball speed Sano coach can reach now?"

Kuroda Keisuke's eyes narrowed slightly, and a verification thought was extremely strong.

He said in a deep voice:

"150 km/h."

Natsume Chikage nodded and proposed in a tone that was taken for granted:

"Then for the subsequent balls, let him pitch at 150 km/h."

Kuroda Keisuke, upon hearing this, made a clear and powerful gesture to Sano Sho on the pitcher's mound—no need to reserve, pitch your fastest ball!

In fact, Sano Sho's fastest ball speed in his prime reached 158 km/h.

Now that time has not spared him, the fastest he can stabilize is about 150 km/h.

But this speed is already terrifying enough!

Even the superstar "Nishimura Kazuhiko" might not be able to stably take a full-force pitch at this speed.

He didn't believe that this "A-kun" in front of him could still...

However, the next second.

Bang—!!!

The collision sound of the baseball and the bat, like thunder, exploded in the empty giant venue!

That 150 km/h fast ball carrying all of Sano Sho's strength and technique still couldn't escape the fate of being blasted out, turning into a dazzling white light, flying towards the distant spectator seats!

Another one, a clean and neat home run!

Kuroda Keisuke and Sano Sho's pupils contracted violently, shocked beyond measure.

Can he stably hit a home run even at the limit ball speed of 150 km/h?!

This talent... I'm afraid it can no longer be described as "surpassing Nishimura Kazuhiko".

This is simply a monster!!

However, Natsume Chikage just moved his wrists lightly and said in a tone that was flat to the point of indifference:

"Continue."

Kuroda Keisuke's face stalled, and then his brows locked tightly.

He didn't believe in evil, he didn't believe that someone could always maintain this state.

If he really could...

"Continue pitching!" he roared at Sano Sho.

After that.

And after that.