In the batter's box, Lin Guanglai also noticed Mason Jie's subtle adjustment not far away, and he tightened his grip on the bat — he knew that the next pitch was very likely the one he had been waiting for.
The tenser the moment, the less room there is for any mental relaxation; especially since Mason Jie's curveball has a much bigger drop than usual and shifts slightly both vertically and horizontally — one small mistake and it could easily lead to a weak grounder or fly out.
Mason Jie's massive body swung his arm with all his might, gathering all his strength into one point. The white ball left his hand with violent reverse spin, slicing through the air.
The baseball carved an elegant yet deadly arc in the air, curving from Lin Guanglai's inside corner towards the outer corner, the enormous drop truly worthy of its name as the winning pitch.
