The third pitch, a low outside changeup, Lin Guanglai once again accurately let it pass—ball!
At the same time, the count reached two balls and one strike.
On the mound, Mason Jie took a deep breath. He knew that he must pitch into the strike zone next to regain the advantage and control of the confrontation.
After discussing with the catcher, they targeted the high inside corner—a location rarely attacked by batters when leading in the count.
Just as Mason Jie released the baseball, a cold light flashed in Lin Guanglai's eyes. Without any hesitation, his body swung fiercely at the oncoming ball!
"Crack!!!"
The pitch-black bat head collided perfectly with the baseball, producing a crisp, pleasant cracking sound; the white baseball shot straight and violently towards right field with almost an imperceptible speed, like a bullet.
