Hit the Bad Luck Away

He spoiled the next fastball at the top edge, then three more pitches placed like nails into the catcher's glove. His shoulder pain rose from forty-three to fifty-one. 【Illegal enhancement remaining: one pitch.】 Before the seventh pitch, the pitcher shook off his catcher for the first time. Lin understood. Ninety-nine focus was not invincibility. It could perfect an action, but it could not choose the right action. The catcher wanted a fourth pitch away. Convinced Lin had adapted, the pitcher insisted on a fastball inside. Lin was waiting. He pulled his arms tight, turned his hips, and ripped the bat through the narrow space beside his body. Crack!