I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 168 Why are you wearing a line guard's uniform?

Kevin Harper's excited, almost cracking commentary echoed throughout the massive bowl-shaped stadium.

This further accentuated the eerie and oppressive silence among the audience in the stands.

On the sidelines, the Duke coach's mouth was agape, his hands still clenched tightly, but the muscles in his face were completely stiff.

His eyes were wide open, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world.

A few seconds later, a surge of heat rushed to his head, and his face instantly turned red.

He jumped up like a madman and kicked the barrier next to him hard.

Then, turning to the equally stunned bench, he let out a twisted, meaningless roar with all his might: "Ah!"

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The bench erupted!

Bruce frantically pounded on the chair next to him with his uninjured left hand.

Tears almost welled up in my eyes; I didn't know if it was from the pain or from the excitement.

Jack Davis dropped the towel he was holding.

He stared blankly at the blue figure in the end area who had been tackled by his teammate, his mouth unconsciously agape.

The other team members went crazy, hugging, punching, and roaring at each other, venting all the despair and frustration they had just felt!

On the field, Li Ang was piled on top of his excited teammates, who piled him on top of each other at the bottom.

He lay at the very bottom of the crowd, able to hear the muffled thud of helmets hitting each other and his teammates' incoherent shouts.

He exhaled softly, his chest rising and falling slightly from the violent impact and the burst of energy, but his eyes remained calm.

The surging internal energy within him gradually calmed down, flowing over his left shoulder where he had just been struck, bringing a gentle, soothing sensation.

He raised his hand and patted Andrei's helmet, which was pressing down on him.

The scoreboard, after a long period of stillness, finally started to move.

River Valley College 13, Trinity College 7.

The kick went in, making it 14-7.

The Cavaliers regained the lead in the most incredible and individualistic way.

This scene was like a slap in the face to all the mockers.

The deathly silence of the audience in the stands was quickly torn apart by the frenzied roars from the River Valley Academy's substitutes' bench.

But soon, a larger and more complex roar emerged from all parts of the deep red stands.

It was no longer a unified display of mockery or cheers.

Instead, there was a buzzing, murmur of discussion filled with shock, bewilderment, and even a hint of forced exclamation.

"A generous gift—what was that just now?"

"Am I seeing things? Did he just turn around in mid-air? Is he even human?"

"Is this guy a gymnast?!"

"Damn it, this ball—it's impossible to defend. Absolutely impossible to defend."

"Hey, seriously, even though our Falcons lost this run, — that play gave me goosebumps."

"Me too—this is what football is supposed to be like."

"Shut up! Who are you praising?! He's an enemy of Trinity!"

"He's our fucking rival! This feels like a complete idiot!"

"But—but that shot was just awesome!"

Eve Miller didn't clap, didn't scream, and didn't even move.

She stood there, her hands clasped tightly together in front of her chest.

My fingertips were icy cold, but my cheeks were burning hot.

Her heart was pounding wildly in her chest, so fast that she could hardly breathe.

Her golden ponytail was a little loose, with a few strands sticking to her sweaty forehead, but she was completely unaware of it.

Her eyes were fixed on the blue-clad player, who had just climbed out of the crowd and was calmly patting his teammates' helmets.

number.

it's him.

The boy who saved her father on the dangerous street.

The player who remained calm and smiled amidst the deafening hostility and ridicule.

That man who, in dire straits, repeatedly used unimaginable and illogical methods to carry the team on his shoulders and wrest the lead back from a powerful opponent.

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An unprecedented sense of infatuation, which made Eve feel weak all over, swept over her like a tsunami.

All reason was instantly overwhelmed.

Eve didn't understand the complex tactics of rugby, but she could see the indomitable will and overwhelming spirit that Li Ang displayed in this round, shining brightly under the spotlight.

Is this the allure of competitive sports?

No, that's Li Ang's charm.

At that moment, Eve was completely and hopelessly captivated by this young man who was like a god of war on the court.

Sean McCarthy, the glory of the Holy Trinity—all paled in comparison in her eyes at that moment.

In her world, only that blue figure remained, and her heart pounding fiercely for him in her chest.

The atmosphere on the Falcons' bench was somewhat somber.

The defensive players walked off the court with their heads down, too embarrassed to even take off their helmets.

Linebacker Liam O'Connor silently walked back to his seat, picked up his water bottle, and took a swig.

His gray eyes were fixed on the ground, and his hand holding the water bottle was steady, but the veins on the back of his hand were more prominent than before.

The player he was defending against, Li Ang, scored that incredible touchdown right under his nose.

O'Connor's muffled voice broke the tense atmosphere in the defensive zone: "My fault. I should have held on tighter. Damn, it was so close."

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The safety walked over and patted his rock-solid shoulder: "It's not your fault, Liam. That kid's footwork is really weird. I bet not many people in the NFL can do that spin."

"Shut up."

Then, Sean McCarthy's icy voice suddenly broke in.

His face was expressionless, his icy blue eyes blazing with suppressed anger and a wounded pride: "It was just a performance. We were fooled, that's true. But the game isn't over yet. I want you to forget about it. Now it's our offense's turn to take the court again. I'll bring back double the points."

He surveyed the somewhat dejected defensive team members, his tone resolute: "Listen, those Cavaliers guys were just lucky, relying on one person's moment of brilliance. But we, we're a system, a machine. Next possession, we'll continue to crush them, just like the first offensive possession. Men, save your frustration for after the game. Now, I want to see your ruthlessness!"

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Tyreke Jones chewed his gum, his eyes fierce: "Sean's right. That kid can run, but they can't stop our offense. Watch us crush them!"

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The attacking team members nodded and high-fived each other, regaining their fighting spirit.

The defense managed to rally and prepare to return to the field after the offense scored a touchdown in this round.

At River Valley Academy, the euphoria subsided, but more pressing issues loomed before them.

That is, how to defend against the Falcons' next attack.

After all, the nightmare of being crushed by the opponent's offensive team for 75 yards in the last round was still fresh in their minds.

The defensive team was boosted by Li Ang's touchdown on offense.

But the fatigue on his face and the psychological shadow from the match were still there.

Coach Duke quickly laid out defensive tactics, his tone urgent: "This time we'll tighten up a bit and focus on defending runs, but be careful of Sean's fake runs and passes, especially keep a close eye on Tyreke!"

Second-line communication! Don't miss anyone again! Understand?

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The defenders responded in unison, "Understood, Coach!"

But the confidence in his voice wasn't quite there.

Just then, Li Ang walked up to the Duke coach.

He had already taken off his offensive gear and was putting on a spare small linebacker's armor.

Li Ang calmly requested, "Coach."

The Duke coach turned around, saw Li Ang's actions, and was taken aback: "Li Ang? Why are you wearing a linebacker's uniform?"

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"I'll play linebacker this defensive possession."

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Li Ang interrupted him, his hands still moving as he put the linebacker's armor over his jersey and adjusted its tightness.

Coach Duke's eyes widened instantly, his voice rising: "What?! You're going up? What are you going to do? Weren't you a cornerback when you played defense? Why are you suddenly thinking of playing linebacker?! Especially since the Falcons' offensive linemen are ruthless killing machines! You want to go head-to-head with those 290s?"

A giant weighing 100 pounds? Are you crazy?!

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The surrounding defensive players also stopped what they were doing and stared at Li Ang in disbelief.

Li Ang fastened the last button, looked up, and saw the Duke coach's face flushed with excitement and confusion.

His gaze remained calm, even carrying a reassuring composure: "Don't worry, Coach. You know I never do anything I'm not sure of."

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This sentence was like a key, instantly unlocking the floodgates of the Duke coach's memory.

He recalled every match Li Ang had played since joining the team.

In the training match, he aggressively broke through the defense.

Against Lincoln Academy, he carried the team forward time and time again.

Just now, he led his team to that miraculous individual rushing touchdown.

This incredible young Chinese-American has been creating miracles all along!

Coach Duke opened his mouth, but when he looked into Li Ang's dark eyes, all the words of dissuasion stuck in his throat.

The excitement on his face slowly faded, revealing a wavering look of being persuaded.

After all, Li Ang's performance each time exceeded his expectations.

Each time, he thought, "This amazing Chinese-American kid is going to fail this time, right?" But he was immediately proven wrong.

What else could I possibly worry about with this amazing young Chinese man?

This kid can't be judged by common sense at all.

He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily, as if to empty his lungs of hesitation and anxiety.

Then, he stepped forward and extended his hand.

With all his might, he slammed his fist down on Li Ang's armored shoulder, making a dull thud.

"Alright! You go! Go and take down that damn line guard! But Leon, listen to me!"

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His voice suddenly became hoarse and stern, carrying an unquestionable command tone: "If you can't hold on, if something feels wrong, even if you have to give up this defensive possession, even if you let them score, you must guarantee your safety! Get out of there immediately! Do you hear me?! I won't allow you to get hurt! That's an order!"

Feeling the heavy yet warm pat on his shoulder, and the undisguised concern and determination in Coach Duke's eyes, Li Ang felt a slight warmth in his heart.

He nodded and replied solemnly, "I heard you, Coach. I'll be careful."

After speaking, he turned around and looked at his still somewhat bewildered defensive teammates.

"I'll play center linebacker. Jamal, you play weak-side linebacker, focus on covering. Andrei, you forwards don't need to worry about the back, just push forward as much as you can, even if you only create a tiny gap. The rest is up to me."

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His tone carried a natural, leader-like certainty.

It makes people want to believe and obey.

The defensive teammates exchanged glances and nodded emphatically.

The referee's voice rang out: "Cavaliers defense! Get on the court now!"

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Li Ang adjusted his helmet one last time, then strode off, following behind his teammates, and ran back onto the deep red field.

This time, he moved towards the core of the defense, the linebacker position.

Furthermore, he positioned himself directly at center linebacker, facing the Falcons' offensive axis!

In the commentary booth, Kevin Harper, who already had a favorable impression of the Cavaliers, was the first to notice something amiss.

His voice was filled with disbelief and hesitation: "Wait—who's that? The River Valley Academy defense is coming on—the one standing at the center line—it's 21."

Number? Li Ang? Am I seeing things?"

The camera immediately zoomed in, giving Li Ang a close-up.

He wore a blue number 21 jersey with a slightly oversized linebacker's protective suit over it.

He bowed slightly, standing a few steps behind the defensive line, facing the Falcons' center.

He calmly observed the Falcon attack group arrayed opposite him.

Another commentator, Mike Morales, was genuinely shocked, his voice trembling: "What?! This damn Chinese kid is playing linebacker?! Center linebacker?! Does River Valley have no one else?! They're putting their quarterback in the most crucial defensive position, the one that takes the most impact?"

"Does he know who he's going to be facing? Our Falcons' most formidable offensive line? Has Durant's coach lost his mind? Or have they given up and started putting on performance art?!"

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The entire stadium was in an uproar because of this discovery!

A burst of chatter, exclamations, and laughter erupted instantly!

"Did I see that right? Number 21 went to play defense?"

"A center linebacker? Does he even know what he's up against?"

"O'Connor will tear him to pieces!"

"Hahaha, is River Valley College kidding me? Putting that short Chinese guy as a linebacker?"

"Did he go to the wrong place?"

"Has the Duke coach gone mad?!"

The deep red stands were filled with disbelief and excitement at the prospect of a good show.

Almost everyone believes that this was a completely suicidal and disastrous move.

Eve witnessed this scene.

Her heart jumped into her throat.

Although she didn't quite understand the specific positions on the field.

But from the commentators and the reactions of those around her, she knew that the linebacker was going to have to face the opponent's strongest offensive player head-on.

Li Ang has just completed such a high-intensity touchdown, and now he has to defend, in the most dangerous position.

Will he get hurt?

A huge worry gripped her instantly, causing her to involuntarily lean forward.

He gripped the back of the chair in front of him tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white.

On the court, the Falcons' offensive players were visibly taken aback.

Sean McCarthy looked at Li Ang, who was standing in the center linebacker position on the opposite side, and a hint of surprise flashed in his icy blue eyes.

It then turned into a cold sneer and a hint of anger at being looked down upon.

He addressed the offensive linemen around him, his voice carrying clearly across the line: "Hey, did you hear that? Their hero's here to defend us. Take O'Connor's position."

He scoffed, "Looks like they think it's not enough to just show off their offensive skills; they also want to be used as punching bags on defense. In that case, we'll certainly grant their wish."