The fans in the stands were equally excited, especially Japan's supporters.
Just moments ago, Sawamura had faced off against the opponent, and in the end, it was Benjamin who had compromised—he backed down, surrendered.
No matter how you looked at it, the result wouldn't change.
In the one-on-one confrontation between the two, the opponent had raised the white flag.
Having made such a move, their momentum had been heavily shaken.
From this perspective, now was the perfect time to take advantage of the opponent's weakness.
The reason Sawamura was called "The Great Demon King" wasn't just because of his pitching. His skills were incredibly well-rounded—pitching, hitting, and defense...
There was no need to elaborate; he had already reached the pinnacle in all these areas.
Not just players his age, but even in the Pro leagues, Sawamura was no slouch.
The Major Leagues were indeed home to the world's top players.
But among those major league players, the level of skill varied widely.
The higher the level of the player, the stricter the division of skill.
Where exactly did Sawamura's current skill stand?
Because up until now, no one had ever forced Sawamura to go all-out, so even he didn't know what it would truly look like.
What level had he reached? Without a true test, it was hard to say.
But compared to ordinary Major League players, Sawamura's skills were certainly far superior to theirs.
You didn't even need to compare directly; just the feeling alone was enough to tell.
That was the terrifying part of Sawamura!
During offense, although Sawamura didn't have remarkable speed, his stance was still imposing.
Speaking of special talents, it was a complicated matter. Back in the day, Sawamura Eijun knew his speed wasn't as fast as Kuramochi's, but he always believed his speed was still promising.
His reflexes were among the best on the team, and his speed was above average.
Although his results weren't dazzling, they were still decent.
Sawamura's greatest confidence, however, was his top speed.
He had great endurance, and once he reached a high speed, even Kuramochi couldn't catch him.
Back then, although Sawamura didn't consider this a specialty, he never saw it as a weakness.
That, of course, if you take an anomaly like Lee-Hyun aside.
There were truly geniuses in this world who didn't play by the rules—complete outliers.
Without any formal training, not even possessing outstanding physical attributes, yet having such incredible talent and power in running?
Honestly, it was hard to believe, but they had no choice but to accept it.
The evidence was right in front of them; what else could they do but believe it?
At most, they could complain in their heads, but it wouldn't change anything.
It was only after meeting Lee-Hyun again that Sawamura stopped boasting about his stealing abilities.
It was really embarrassing, too embarrassing.
When he used to talk like that, he was just joking.
But back then, he said it with an open heart, and his joke was just as lighthearted.
Now, however, he feels uncomfortable making such jokes.
After all, he still has some pride and simply can't pull off such dishonest tricks anymore.
The two of them applied pressure, hoping it would work, hoping to score.
The fans in the stands were all hyped up, as if they'd been injected with adrenaline.
They may not understand exactly what the players need to do in the game, but they can feel that this is an opportunity.
Especially for the Japanese team, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and perhaps their last chance.
America's ace pitcher, Benjamin, was certainly not someone to take lightly.
At the start of the game, neither the Japanese players nor the fans had given much thought to this guy.
They never expected that such an unnoticed player would emerge like a dark horse.
Not only did he emerge, but he also made a huge impact, catching everyone's attention.
Even though the Japanese team's strength had been halved due to previous fights, the players still on the field were all stars, and even if they didn't specialize in hitting, their basic skills were solid.
The fact that Benjamin managed to suppress such a star-studded lineup, leaving them unable to show any sign of life, proved how formidable his strength was.
He was incredibly powerful!
Even when facing the Great Demon King, Sawamura, head-on, he didn't falter.
Such an opponent, the Japanese players and fans, without realizing it, had elevated him to a very high level.
Some even pessimistically thought it would be hard for them to score again.
Now, they had finally earned a chance to attack.
The Japanese fans were naturally excited!
But their excitement was doomed to be in vain.
Renji desperately wanted to hit the ball, and Sawamura on first base was willing to cooperate.
But on the mound, Benjamin didn't give them a chance.
With an incredibly sharp pitch, he completely ignored the bunt.
The American team didn't do anything out of the ordinary; they simply threw their pitches and faced the Japanese players head-on with integrity.
In the face of this situation, the Japanese players felt helpless.
When the opponent was so determined, they could only go along with it.
Renji reluctantly swung the bat, hitting the baseball.
Paak!
The baseball soared high and ultimately landed in the mitt of America's third baseman.
Everything was over!
Although the Japanese team still had a chance to attack, it was of no use to them anymore.
Relying on others to take down Benjamin and break through America's defense was nothing but a pipe dream; it was utterly unrealistic.
As for this game, the Japanese team still had hope—great hope.
After all, they were leading 2:1.
As long as Sawamura could get six Outs without letting the opponent score, victory would still be theirs.
This is the advantage of leading in a pitcher's duel.
Even if the advantage is only by one run, it's crucial in a pitcher's duel.
Three Outs, offense and defense exchange.
The game reached the eighth inning, and America took the initiative to attack.
Their team was stacked with star players.
These players were powerful, and even the lower-order hitters posed a strong threat.
If anyone else faced such a powerful opponent, even if they had a strong hand, they would not dare to be careless.
But Sawamura was clearly different.
He had made it this far, so he naturally had his own set of methods to deal with American players.
Just like now, he seized the opportunity and threw the ball without hesitation.
The American player saw the baseball coming and barely swung at it.
Paak!
The baseball bounced off the ground and was caught.
"OUT!"
"OUT!!"
"OUT!!!"
Three Outs, offense and defense exchange.
In just five pitches, Sawamura had secured three Outs.
If the game weren't so intense, people would have noticed.
Otherwise, Sawamura's performance would have certainly caused a stir.
In the bottom of the 8th inning, the Japanese team attacked.
Starting from the 7th batter, they were trying hard to find opportunities to expand their lead.
But at this point, the American team had also put their full strength into play.
The Japanese players' hope of finding any flaws in the opponent in such a short time seemed unrealistic.
Three Outs, offense and defense exchange.
And so, the game reached its final inning, the ninth inning.
The result of this inning would directly determine the final outcome of the game.
Sawamura was somewhat exhausted; he knew that after playing for two consecutive days, his stamina had hit the red line.
The American team's players were indeed formidable!
Sawamura had dealt with them, but in doing so, he had used up a lot of extra energy.
Fortunately, there were still three Outs, and everything would be over.
Sawamura raised his head and took a deep breath.
The net had already been cast, and it was time to reel it in.
And now, he had his own battlefield.
Sawamura walked up to the pitcher's mound, chest held high.
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