Chapter 79: Of Saints And Demons!

The showdown between Sawamura and Allen!

The top players and souls of both teams are clashing head-on.

This is undoubtedly the most exciting highlight of today's game.

Before today's match, perhaps people weren't particularly interested in the collision between these two.

Especially American fans.

In their eyes, the Dream Team is invincible. Allen, the Son of Baseball, is also unstoppable.

Although Sawamura Eijun has a very strong reputation in Japan, compared to their Son of Baseball, he certainly seems insignificant.

In the minds of many American fans, have already imagined the scene of Sawamura being utterly defeated.

But in today's match, they got a wake-up call from the Seidou High School baseball team and Sawamura about how wide the world is.

Previously, Sawamura had already faced Allen twice.

In both instances, Sawamura hit the ball out.

Allen had faced Sawamura Eijun three times and couldn't get a single hit. He even failed to walk a teammate to score.

Now, they were facing their third confrontation.

Sawamura was the first from Seidou High School's baseball team to step up to the Batter's Box.

Just imagining this scene was enough to get anyone's blood pumping.

One wrong move and the game could change dramatically.

"ALLEN!"

"ALLEN!!!"

"ALLEN!!!"

The Dream Team fans in the stands were screaming Allen's name as if they had fallen ill.

It seemed like they were pouring all their energy into Allen, hoping to help him win.

In Seidou High School's dugout, Asou smiled bitterly.

"I finally understand what the players who played against us before must have felt like. It's like you're up against the whole world—becoming a rat crossing the street."

"I thought only our fans would be this crazy," Coach Ochiai said, shaking his head.

The reason for this strange behavior today is likely because the fans realized the decisive moment of the game had come.

More importantly, they could sense the immense danger coming from Sawamura Eijun.

To be honest, if Sawamura hits the ball out again this time, then whether it's the Dream Team or Allen himself, they would lose pride in front of the world.

Three at-bats, three hits.

The so-called "Son of Baseball" Dream Team would become a joke, wouldn't it?

What's more, if Sawamura successfully reaches base, with Seidou High School's tactical coordination, they would have a high chance of scoring.

The score would reverse again, and Seidou's baseball team would take absolute control of the game.

It was this looming threat that made American fans act so wildly.

To put it simply, they had no other choice.

The only way they could cheer for their players was through such madness.

On the pitcher's mound, Allen remained unfazed despite the intense cheering around him.

His mind was clear and focused.

Everything happening around him was blocked out.

The only things left in his world were the batter Sawamura and the baseball bat in his hands.

'Defeat him!'

'I Will Defeat Him!!!'

That had become Allen's sole pursuit and obsession.

Since starting baseball, Allen had been smooth sailing. With his extraordinary talent, no one could touch his pitches.

Even during his smooth journey, Allen wasn't perfect.

He had given up hits, conceded runs, and even lost games.

But it wasn't until he joined the American New York team and started playing with these great teammates that Allen's legendary journey truly began.

Since then, the runs Allen conceded were few, and he even had many games where he shut out opponents.

No hits, no runs, perfect games.

Whether in American games or world-class competitions, he had passed through them all smoothly, his reputation as the Holy Son of Baseball growing louder.

By now, Allen had even forgotten the last time he was hit consecutively by the same opponent.

For Allen, that memory was very distant.

And now, Sawamura had reopened that wound.

He had hit Allen's pitch twice, including Allen's signature Splitter!

In recent years, Sawamura was absolutely the strongest opponent Allen had faced.

Through their Coaches' analysis, Allen had confirmed that Sawamura Eijun, like the three musketeers, had a top dynamic vision.

He could clearly see all pitching variations.

"What should we do?"

Knowing this, even Allen couldn't stay calm. If Sawamura truly had such abilities, how could they possibly defeat this opponent?

Coach Walter, however, was calm.

"No one is truly invincible. Even that player Sawamura is the same. On the surface, his strength may not seem very strong, but in reality, his hitting and pitching have already formed a unique system—something many professional players can't achieve."

When Walter spoke about this, his tone was full of admiration.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would have found it hard to believe that such maturity could exist at this age level.

Of course, this wasn't something he needed to worry about right now.

What he needed to focus on now was how to help the Dream Team's players hit Sawamura's pitches.

"The opponent is strong, but he also has essential weaknesses. First, his stamina has been drained significantly, and his power is greatly limited. Secondly, his swing speed..."

Walter went on for quite some time.

To summarize his points, Sawamura had exerted too much energy in previous innings.

His swing speed isn't fast enough.

His hitting power in fixed stances is insufficient.

The pressure of the current game: if Sawamura successfully reaches base, it will give Seidou High School a great scoring opportunity.

However, the same is true.

If he fails to reach base this time, Seidou High School would be in a very awkward situation.

Walter's advice was simple and direct:

"Don't hesitate, don't be confused. Just fully utilize your strongest pitch!"

No hesitation, no confusion!

In this moment, Allen experienced a transformative breakthrough.

He focused all his attention on his pitching.

Without error, he threw the ball with all his strength.

VROOOOOOOO!

The baseball shot forward like a missile, aimed at its target with unstoppable momentum.

In the Batter's Box.

Sawamura entered the Zone once again.

In this state, his stamina would be consumed more quickly.

But now, in this situation, he couldn't afford to conserve his energy anymore. The Dream Team's Coach had guessed correctly: this was Seidou High School's best opportunity to attack. It was also Seidou's last chance at offense.

If they failed, would Sawamura have another chance to face Allen again?

It was an unknown.

So, of course, he wouldn't waste this chance. No matter how difficult, he would hit the ball out.

Watching the baseball fly toward him, in this state, even a ball thrown at 160 km/h was clear to Sawamura Eijun.

He quickly understood Allen's plan.

At this point, Allen had completely abandoned breaking balls or control.

He poured all his strength into the pitch, giving it his maximum speed and power.

'High! It's really high!'

Even as an opponent, Sawamura couldn't help but admire Allen's choice.

Allen had fully seen through him, which was why he made this decision.

This was a choice Sawamura couldn't help but admire.

By now, Sawamura no longer expected to fool his opponent with old tactics.

Since both sides had already revealed their intentions, there was nothing more to be said.

'It was time to act!'

He pulled his bat forcefully back, trying to maximize his swing power.

The pitch velocity was the fastest in the world for players of their age.

It even surpassed that of Furuya.

The ball's power was also the strongest.

'It was like a combination of Hongou's and Furuya's pitches, but on another level.'

A person like that, once they fully unleash their own power and characteristics, left Eijun with no choice but to meet force with force.

SHUUUUUUU!!

Sawamura Eijun's swing was powerful, but still, he was a step too slow.

Before Sawamura could even swing, that baseball had already passed him.

He was caught off guard.

KABOOM!

"STRIKE!"

Sawamura missed the ball.

For the teammates of Seidou in the dugout, this was undoubtedly a dangerous signal.

It meant that the opponent's strength exceeded their expectations.

But Sawamura in the Batter's Box didn't change his expression.

He had seen Allen's pitch and adjusted his swing accordingly.

From the moment he adjusted his swing until he made contact, it took just 0.3 seconds.

With Sawamura's current swing speed, he obviously couldn't do it in that time frame.

He had to pre-position his swing in order to catch up with the ball.

So when he was up to bat for the second pitch, Sawamura already had his bat pulled back behind him.

VROOOOOOOO!

He watched helplessly as the baseball shot toward him like a missile.

In the Batter's Box, Sawamura didn't hesitate. He set up his stance, and his whole body spun like a wing mill.

During the spin, he swung the bat with all his might.

PAAK!

The bat hit the ball, and Eijun felt as if his arms had been run over by a large car.

But he gritted his teeth and didn't let go.

He forcibly hit the ball and sent it flying.

Whrroosh!

The baseball flew outside the third base line.

"FOUL!"

One Strike, one Foul.

It seemed like Sawamura had been pushed to the brink.

In this battle, it appeared that Sawamura Eijun, the demon king, was ultimately no match for the Holy Son of Baseball.

But Eijun in the Batter's Box didn't think so.

His eyes were still blazing with fire. The ball he couldn't catch before—now, wasn't he catching up to it?

If in the next confrontation, Allen didn't avoid going head-to-head with him...

Sawamura was confident he could forcefully hit the ball out.

'Bring it on!'

'Bring it on!!!'

Sawamura had never been so eager to see Allen pitch.

Allen seemed to understand Sawamura's thirst. After catching the ball, he didn't hesitate and threw it immediately.

He unleashed his full momentum.

VRRROOOOOOOOO!!!!

The pitch came crashing down like the world itself splitting apart, its force reaching Sawamura in an instant.

Facing the pitch, Sawamura didn't back down.

He swung his bat with all his might, ignoring the numbness in his palms.

He adopted a stance as if to say no matter what, he would hit the ball.

PAAK!

Crack!!

The wooden bat snapped in half at the center.

One part remained in Sawamura's hands, while the other part flew backward.

Ahead, the poor baseball, battered and bruised, flew high into the air.

It then fell, perfectly and precisely, into Allen's hands.

SNAP!

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T/N: The Score Is Tied Now! The Game Will Be Completed Tomorrow! And The Final Winner Will Be Revealed!!

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