I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 165 Crushing Victory!

Coach Duke saw Li Ang silently walk towards the cornerback position.

His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

In the end, he simply clapped his hands forcefully, placing all his hopes on Li Ang.

The River Valley Academy's defensive team ran onto the field.

Defensive end Andre, linebacker Jamal, safety Jordan —

Everyone's expression was tense, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Li Ang walked to his assigned right-side wide receiver defensive zone.

Gently move your shoulders.

He could feel the overwhelming, oppressive force emanating from the opposing Falcons' offense.

And the hostile, deep red roar that had regrouped in the stands.

The referee sets up the ball: "First down, 10 yards, Falcons are at their own 25-yard line."

Sean's voice wasn't loud, but it came through clearly from under his helmet: "Watch closely, everyone in the Valley, this is real rugby."

The center forward kicks out the ball.

Almost the instant the ball was released, the Falcons' offensive line of five players roared into action like five red bulls that had been simultaneously enraged!

Two tackles, two guards, and one center.

It's not about passively creating a passing protection pocket.

Instead, it actively and violently crushes forward!

They were matched up against the four defensive forwards from River Valley Academy.

Defensive end Andre, two defensive tackles, and an end on the other side.

Weight, strength, technique – all disadvantages.

Andrei attempted to use his speed to bypass the opponent's left tackle from the outside.

But the giant, who was nearly two meters tall and weighed over 290 pounds, just slumped over.

Using his weight and broad body, he leaned against the wall like a wall.

At the same time, he pushed with precision.

Andrei was like someone who had crashed into the side of a truck.

He was bounced back two steps.

An attack tunnel appeared instantly!

The middle lane was a complete mess.

The Falcons' left guard and center executed a simple crossover play.

The left guard, like a moving wall, smashed through the River Valley Academy's right defensive interceptor.

The center effectively shut down another tackle who was trying to help defend.

The huge gap looked as if it had been cleaved open by an axe!

Sean McCarthy did not drop back to pass the ball at all.

A simple pass puts the ball to the full-back behind him.

A heavy weapon, stronger than a running back, specifically designed to clear the way.

The defender received the ball without even looking up.

He just kept his head down and his back hunched over.

He charged full speed into the wide, bright red corridor that the attacking front had cleared for him!

Morales screamed excitedly: "Street attack! Strong side run! Look at that screen! My God, is this a high school game? This is a college-level attacking display!"

River Valley Academy linebacker Jamal and another linebacker attempted to move forward to fill the gap.

But Quan Wei had already arrived with tremendous momentum!

Jamal bravely rushed forward and grabbed him.

But the moment he made contact, he felt as if he had been hit head-on by a car!

The immense force lifted his feet off the ground.

He flew backward more than a meter before crashing heavily to the ground.

Quan Wei only swayed slightly.

Their steps didn't even noticeably stop.

He continued charging forward for a full eight yards.

He was brought down by safety Jordan and cornerback Devin, who came from the side.

Morales's voice was shrill: "First strike! First strike on the first run! Nine yards! Completely crushing! River Valley's defensive line is like paper!"

A deafening roar of cheers and laughter erupted from the main stands.

"Well done, Falcon team guys! Keep it up!"

"Run them over! Like a bulldozer!"

"See that, you little brats from River Valley Academy! This is real rugby skill!"

The deep red ocean boiled anew.

They rediscovered the thrill of being superior.

Coach Duke stood on the sidelines with a grim face.

He slammed his hand on the tactical board and yelled at the players on the court, "Hold on! Hold the center line! Jamal! What are you doing! Grab his leg!"

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Jamal got up from the ground.

His helmet was askew, and he looked somewhat dazed.

He shook his head and waved in the direction of the coach to indicate that he was alright.

But his chest heaved violently.

On the commentary desk, Kevin Harper analyzed: "Second down, 1 yard, on our 34-yard line. The Falcons are likely to continue their aggressive attack."

The Falcons didn't even change their formation.

The same I-formation, only this time standing behind Sean is their star running back.

The Falcons kick off again!

"Ready, set, kick off!"

The attacking line once again demonstrated terrifying synchronization and power.

They stepped forward in unison, like a bulldozer at full power.

Then, using his shoulders, chest, and arms, he forcefully pushed the river valley defense forwards backward and squeezed them to the sides!

Andrei tried to use his strength to resist this time.

But the opponent's right tackle was just a simple drive block.

Sink your shoulders, push off the ground, and lunge forward.

The immense force caused Andrei to completely lose his balance.

He stumbled backward.

Two shallow grooves were etched into the grass underfoot.

The gap in the middle has been torn open again!

The running back catches the ball.

This time he wasn't as reckless as Quan Wei.

Instead, he deftly took a step and slipped past the cleanly cleared gap between the guard and the center!

Jamal and another linebacker rushed in ahead of time this time.

But the running back simply made a light change of direction, and they missed their target.

Then accelerate!

Morales exclaimed excitedly, "They're in again! Look at their running route! It's as clean as a training session!"

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The running back rushed another seven yards before being pushed out of bounds by the chasing safety and cornerback.

Morales unleashed a torrent of sarcasm: "Another first strike! As easy as strolling in the park! The Falcons' offensive line is completely dominating the game! River Valley Academy lads, are you sure you're wearing the right gear? This looks like an adult team playing against a junior team! Haha!"

The laughter and boos from the home crowd were even louder.

The scoreboard shows that the Falcons have reached the 49-yard line in River Valley Academy's half of the field.

Two drives, 25 yards in total.

The River Valley Academy defenders, panting heavily, looked at each other in bewilderment.

They could both see the helplessness and a hint of fear in each other's eyes.

The opponent's attack was too simple.

They relied on the unparalleled physical advantages of their forwards to push forward.

But they just couldn't stop them!

Like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

Kevin Harper didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear: "Third gear, two yards. River Valley Academy must stop them here, or else—"

The Falcons have changed their lineup.

They set up a powerful rushing formation with the entire backline shifted outwards.

The fact that seven people were gathered online makes the intention all too clear.

Sean stood at the shotgun position, but his eyes suggested that this was likely to be another shot put.

The Duke coach was frantically gesturing on the sidelines, signaling for the defense to collapse and focus on preventing runs.

kick off!

As expected! Another ground attack!

But this time it's a little different.

After passing the ball to the running back, Shawn made a convincing passing fake.

Look to the right at the wide receiver, Tyreke.

This slightly distracted the second line of defense.

The Falcons' offensive line used an even more aggressive pull-screen this time.

The left guard did not move forward to block after the kickoff.

Instead, it quickly moved laterally and ran to the right.

Like a rampaging truck, it slammed into Jamal, the River Valley College linebacker who was covering the right side, and knocked him to the ground!

Meanwhile, the right interceptor and right guard held firm against the left flank of the River Valley Academy's defensive line.

A wide road suddenly appeared in front of the running back, cutting in from the right!

He accelerated, changed direction, and cut in!

Jordan, the security guard at River Valley Academy, desperately tried to help defend.

But the running back nimbly dodged his tackle and continued forward!

Morales' voice trembled with excitement: "A screen! Beautiful play executed! The running back has crossed the first line! He's still running! 30 yards! 25 yards! 20 yards!"

Good heavens, is he going to score a touchdown?!

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Finally, Cornerguard Devon burst out from the side.

He tackled the running back near his own 15-yard line with a dangerous, potentially foul-inducing diving tackle.

Morales was practically roaring, spittle flying: "First down! No! This is more than a first down! It was a 34-yard run! The Falcons have gotten inside the red zone and within the opponent's 20-yard line! Three runs! Three runs! The River Valley defense didn't even touch the hem of Sean McCarthy's shirt!"

This is the gap! A stark, despair-inducing gap!

6C

The entire Falcon Stadium was engulfed in a sea of ​​revelry!

The cries of "Falcon! Falcon! Falcon!" shook the earth.

The crimson waves seemed poised to completely engulf the isolated blue island.

Eve watched from the stands as the River Valley defense team looked dejected after being thoroughly thrashed.

Then I looked at the scoreboard.

My heart, which had just been pounding with joy because of Li Ang's touchdown, sank again.

Even someone as clueless about rugby as her could see that the gap in overall strength between the two teams was simply too large.

I couldn't help but worry about Li Ang and his team.

The Duke coach slumped down, burying his face in his hands.

Then he wiped his face hard again.

He looked at the defenders on the field, who were so tired that they were bent over, their hands supporting their knees as they gasped for breath.

Looking at the frustration and bewilderment that were almost overflowing in their eyes.

My heart sank to the bottom.

The opponent's attack was simple to the point of being brutal.

But it just can't be prevented.

This feeling of powerlessness is more despairing than being defeated by a brilliant pass.

Jack Davis watched from the bench.

His lips were pursed into a straight line.

He recalled the fear of being dominated by Li Ang during the training match.

At this moment, the River Valley Academy is being dominated by another, larger, and more unshakeable force.

He glanced at Bruce, who was sitting next to him with his arm in a sling and his face pale.

Then he looked at the silent number 21 on the field.

Li Ang's touchdown was like a shooting star streaking across the darkness—brilliant but fleeting.

At this moment, endless, thick, suffocating darkness descended once more.

Morales' voice carried a cruel excitement: "Fourth down, in front of the goal line! Just one yard from the end zone! The Falcons have deployed their most powerful beast formation! Eight players on the line! What are they going to do? Need you even ask?!"

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The Falcons brought on three tight ends.

Eight burly men stood densely packed together online.

Including Sean and the running back, ten people were crammed into a small space.

This is no longer a tactic; it's an open secret: we're going to crush them from here.

River Valley Academy's defense also retreated entirely to the narrow area just three yards from the end zone.

Every face was filled with determination.

They knew they couldn't stop it, but they had to.

Sean stood behind the center, bowing slightly.

Ice-blue eyes swept over the huddled blue figures in front of him.

A cold, confident smile curled at the corner of his lips: "Ready, in position, kick off!"

",boom!

kick off!

Eleven Falcon players in red jerseys, as a unified whole, launched a full-scale attack on the River Valley Academy's end zone!

There are no tricks, no changes of direction.

Only the most primitive and violent forward squeezing!

The Falcons' center, guard, tackle, and three tight ends are like a heavy-duty road roller running at full speed.

Using his shoulders, helmet, and chest, he crushed the frontline and linebackers of the River Valley defense!

The dull thuds of muscles colliding, the screeching sounds of helmets hitting each other, and the roars and howls all blended together!

The River Valley Academy defenders gave it their all.

Andrei was pushed backward by two players, his feet carving deep trenches in the grass.

Jamal was pushed back several steps by a close finisher and almost fell.

But their resistance seemed so insignificant in the face of this red machine working together.

Sean held the ball tightly in his arms.

He didn't hand it over to anyone.

Instead, he lowered his head and followed behind the full-back and running back.

Like the crew of a tank, they are firmly protected and propelled by the steel torrent of attacking forces ahead.

Step by step, we move forward firmly and unstoppably!

One step, two steps, three steps —

River Valley Academy's defense was squeezed out of shape, forced to retreat, and collapsed.

Sean felt the resistance ahead vanish.

He lunged forward and pinned the ball beneath him.

His entire upper body, along with the rugby ball in his arms, crossed the end zone line!

The referee's sharp whistle blew, and he raised his arms high, pointing to the sky.

Touchdown!

Morales went completely berserk, standing up and screaming into the microphone, veins bulging on his neck: "Touchdown!!!! Falcons! Sean McCarthy! Self-rushing touchdown! Four rushing attempts! All successful!"

A full 75 yards! Not a single pass! Not even one! We just ran over your faces in the simplest, most brutal, most manly way! We tied the score! Answer me, River Valley Academy! Are you scared yet?! Do you realize the gap in strength?!

Rumble!

The entire Falcon Stadium seemed to explode!

Fifteen thousand spectators stood up.

They erupted in deafening, almost manic cheers, roars, and whistles!

"7-7! Easily tied!"

"Next, they'll overtake us!"

"Scared now, you country bumpkin!"

The deep red ocean boiled and burned completely!

The flags were waving wildly.

The sounds converged into a violent roar, impacting every corner of the stadium.

It was as if they wanted to completely overturn and submerge the away team's bench and that pitiful blue area!

Sean McCarthy stood up from the crowd.

He brushed the grass clippings off his clothes, his expression remaining calm.

He simply tossed the ball to the referee.

Then he raised his hand, which was wearing a blue glove, and waved it casually but forcefully towards the cheering stands.

That posture was that of an absolute king returning.

It was a silent, most insulting declaration: Look, we tied the score, it's that simple.

Terrick Jones rushed to Sean's side.

I bumped his shoulder hard.

Then, facing the direction of the River Valley Academy's defense team, he made a throat-slitting gesture and laughed arrogantly.

Liam O'Connor, the linebacker who resembled a grizzly bear, stood on the sidelines, silently watching everything unfold.

His gray eyes were as still as a deep well.

He simply loosened his clenched fist.