I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 169 The Backbone!

The Falcons' offensive linemen looked at Li Ang, who was a whole size smaller than them, and grinned cruelly.

The group bumped shoulders with each other.

Soon, the referee placed the ball: "First down, 10 yards, Falcons at their own 25-yard line."

The Falcons adopted a standard T-formation, their intentions clear.

Continue the road assault and crush through the middle lane guarded by this arrogant Chinese brat!

Kevin Harper spoke rapidly, his voice filled with tension and anticipation: "See that? The Falcons have set up a high-speed run formation! Their target is the middle! The area guarded by Li Ang! This will be a naked battle of strength! Can Li Ang, who is at a disadvantage in both height and weight, survive under the Falcons' offensive onslaught?"

Morales reverted to his scathing remarks: "Survival? Kevin, you flatter me. This is called a warm-up before the slaughter. Let's wait and see how this arrogant, all-around Chinese warrior gets torn to shreds by our red behemoths. Come on! Kick off!"

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The referee shouted, "Ready, in position, kick off!"

The Falcons' center kicks the ball out.

The five offensive forwards, like a red chariot starting up, surged forward with a roar!

Their objective was clear: to launch a full-scale attack directly from the center!

The two guards, like two heavy hammers, slammed down on the two defensive interceptors from the River Valley Academy.

Their star center, like an enraged bull, lowered his head, slumped his shoulders, and charged fiercely at Li Ang!

A standard double-team in the middle for a drive!

Morales screamed: "Double-team! Center and right guard charge straight at Li Ang! Look at the difference in strength!"

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The two defensive tackles from River Valley Academy were knocked back several steps.

The center's massive 290-pound frame, carrying immense force, pressed down on Li Ang like a small mountain!

At the same time, the Falcons' running back received the ball, head down, closely following behind the center, ready to run over the forcibly opened red tunnel!

Everyone thought Li Ang would be sent flying by this savage bull charge.

However, just as the opposing center's shoulder was about to collide with his, Li Ang moved.

Instead of taking the hit head-on, he brought out the ultimate in the disarming technique of the Meteor Butterfly Step and his exquisite control over his body during the mid-stage of Qi Refining!

He slid his left foot very subtly half a step to the left and back.

His body shifted slightly with the force of the impact.

At the same time, his right shoulder slumped down, and his left hand shot out like lightning, like an iron clamp.

Instead of pushing, he precisely placed his hand on the edge of the armpit guard of the opposing center, which was slightly raised due to his full forward charge, and pulled it to the side and downward!

Using minimal force to achieve maximum effect!

The Falcons' center felt a subtle and tricky force coming from the side.

This caused a slight deflection of the immense force propelling him forward.

The person's center of gravity involuntarily shifted slightly to the right and forward!

With that slight sway, his massive body brushed past Li Ang.

Surprisingly, they didn't manage to collide with Li Ang properly.

Instead, because he couldn't stop in time, he took an extra half step forward, exposing the gap between himself and the running guard behind him. The moment Li Ang completed this exquisite deflection, his steps didn't falter at all.

He slipped past the opposing center.

With eyes like lightning, he rushed straight at the running back who was following behind and about to squeeze through that tiny gap!

Kevin Harper exclaimed, "What?! He dodged it! Leon dodged the center's head-on collision! He lunged at the running back!"

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The running back clearly hadn't expected Li Ang to appear in front of him so quickly.

He instinctively tried to change direction, but Li Ang was faster and anticipated the move!

His explosive power at the mid-stage of Qi Refining made him like a cannonball, pouncing on the running back the instant he adjusted his center of gravity!

There are no fancy grappling techniques; it's just the simplest and most solid hug.

With arms like iron hoops, he locked the running back's waist tightly, while simultaneously engaging his core strength and rooting his feet to the ground!

boom!

With a muffled thud, the running back's momentum was abruptly halted!

He roared and struggled, trying to drag Li Ang forward, but Li Ang's lower body was as steady as a rock.

His feet carved two shallow grooves in the grass, and he didn't take a single step back!

Ultimately, the running back managed to fall forward only two yards before losing his balance.

He was then tackled to the ground by Li Ang and Jamal, who came to cover him.

Commentator Kevin Harper excitedly shouted, "Defense successful! Only 2 yards! Leon! He completed the first tackle! Facing the Falcons' center and running back head-on, he not only didn't get knocked down, but also teamed up to stop the rush!"

A huge uproar and incredulous gasps erupted from the main stands.

"What the hell?!"

"How did that Chinese-American kid get there?!"

"What is the center doing?!"

"That kid—he's actually got some skills?!"

The expected crushing did not occur.

That blue number 21 actually managed to stand still in the middle lane!

The Falcons' center got up from the ground, glanced at Li Ang with a grim expression, and his eyes were filled with shock and anger.

Sean McCarthy frowned slightly, but quickly regained his composure and clapped his hands to signal them to continue.

The referee signaled: "Second gear, 8 yards."

This time, the Falcons changed their strategy.

Sean set up a shotgun formation, quickly retreated after the kickoff, and made a passing motion.

The attacking front line then shifted to solid passing protection.

The commentator was shouting, "Pass protection! Shawn needs to pass the ball!"

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Li Ang did not blindly rush to spread the word.

He quickly retreated a few steps, his gaze sweeping across the frontcourt like a hawk's, while simultaneously directing the second line of defense with concise hand gestures.

His positioning and movement were nothing like those of a player temporarily filling in as a defensive linebacker; they were more like those of a seasoned veteran.

Falcons quarterback Shawn peered into the clean pocket.

They quickly found Tyreke Jones, who had run into an opening while being marked by cornerback Devin.

A quick, bullet-shaped pass flew straight over!

However, at the very moment the ball was released, Li Ang, who was originally standing in the short passing zone to defend, seemed to have anticipated the passing route.

With a swift lateral slide, he instantly cut into the passing lane, his arm raised high!

Commentator Kevin Harper's voice suddenly rose: "It's a pass! Shane found Tyreke! Wait! Leon! He's in the passing lane! Is he going to intercept?!"

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Terrick and Leon jumped up almost simultaneously!

Terrick used his height and wingspan advantage to reach for the ball, but Li Ang jumped even higher!

His fingers barely grazed the spinning rugby ball!

The ball's trajectory was deflected by Li Ang's finger.

Although he failed to intercept, he made it extremely awkward for Terrick to receive the ball.

Terrick managed to deflect the ball into his arms mid-air.

But when he landed, he was unsteady on his feet and stumbled.

He was immediately tackled to the ground by the assisting guard, Jordan.

Commentator Kevin Harper couldn't help but exclaim, "Pass complete! But only 5 yards! Leon's defensive interference was crucial! He almost made a brilliant defensive pass! His defensive awareness and judgment of the passing lane are amazing!"

Morales muttered under his breath, "Damn luck!"

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But his tone was no longer so certain.

A sigh of disappointment and a few scattered whispers of well-preparedness echoed from the main stands.

Eve clutched her chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

But the worry in his eyes was even greater.

Every time Li Ang clashed with the burly man, her heart clenched.

The referee signaled: "Third gear, 3 yards. Key gear."

The Falcons once again adopted a high-run formation, but with some changes to the formation.

The left guard edge was moved to the outside of the right interceptor edge, creating a strong lateral shift.

The intention couldn't be clearer.

This is to concentrate superior forces and force a way through from the right side of the Knights, which is the side that Li Ang is mainly responsible for defending.

They will crush them with absolute force.

This completely shattered the defensive confidence that this arrogant young Chinese man had painstakingly built up.

Commentator Kevin Harper's voice was tense: "Strong side drive! The Falcons have piled up their forces on the right flank! The objective is clear: the middle, the area defended by Leon! This is a blatant challenge, an ultimate declaration of power against power!"

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Another commentator, Mike Morales, immediately boomed in with his signature inflammatory, shrill voice, filled with cruel anticipation and undisguised contempt: "A declaration? No, Kevin, this is the clarion call before execution! Look at this formation, look at how eager our Red Beasts are! That Chinese kid, Li Ang, he narrowly escaped twice, does he really think he's something special?"

"This time, our Falcons' strongest pathfinder will show him what a real power gap is! There's an old saying at Tokyo University, 'like a mantis trying to stop a chariot,' and that's exactly what's happening now! Let's enjoy this final, comical struggle! Kick-off!"

"Ready, set, kick off!"

As the round began, the entire crimson stands of Falcon Stadium were instantly ignited!

The pent-up anger of the home crowd erupted into a deafening, malicious roar.

It slammed down hard on that lone blue number 21 on the field!

"Crush him!"

"Knock that Chinese-American clown away!"

"Charge! Falcon men! Step over that damn number 21!"

"Let him see the true power of the falcon!"

"Hahaha, you overestimate yourself! Get ready to head to the infirmary, kid!"

Amidst the clamor, the Falcons' offensive line roared into action!

Zuo Hufeng was like a red battering ram at full power, with a ferocious smile on his face.

With unstoppable force, they smashed through the right defensive end of the River Valley Academy, clearing a wide passage!

At the same time, the running back caught Sean's pass steadily, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

He lowered his head slightly, pointed his helmet forward, tensed all his muscles, and increased his speed to the maximum within a few steps.

Like an out-of-control heavy truck, carrying terrifying kinetic energy.

Roaring along that red corridor, he charged toward the Knights' last and only barrier, Leon!

His goal was very clear: to use this collision to completely end the troublesome Li Ang.

The best course of action would be to simply knock him into the infirmary; that would guarantee our victory.

The Falcons' center and right guard also tightly marked the Cavaliers' other defensive forwards.

They shouldn't have a chance to come and cover for Li Ang.

The faces of all the players in red jerseys were filled with a cruel certainty.

It was as if I could already see the blue figure being violently knocked away and rolling on the ground in a miserable state.

The Duke coach turned pale, and cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead.

He almost screamed at the players on the court, his voice distorted with extreme worry: "No! Don't fight it head-on! Get out of the way, Li Ang! Let them score, get out of the way!"

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That formation, that impact—it was pure power difference!

No matter how miraculous Li Ang is, he cannot withstand an impact of this magnitude head-on.

This is too dangerous!

Bruce suddenly stood up on the bench.

His right hand, bandaged, gripped the edge of the seat tightly without his mind, his nails almost digging into the plastic.

His teeth were clenched so tightly they were grinding together, his lips were pressed into a pale line, and his eyes were fixed on the field, his pupils contracting with fear.

He knew better than anyone the power of that level of impact.

If he were in good health, he might be able to barely withstand it, but Li Ang—

He screamed frantically in his mind, "Brother, get out of the way—please—"

Cavaliers starting quarterback Jack Davis, who had been resentful about not being able to play, also held his breath.

The arms that were crossed over his arms unconsciously fell to his sides.

Seriously? This kid, it's just a college league match, is it really necessary to go this far?

He looked at the terrifying forward momentum of the red running back, and then at Li Ang's posture, which seemed to be preparing to stay rooted to the spot.

A chill ran from the soles of my feet to the top of my head.

Is this guy really insane?

The other Cavaliers substitutes also stopped cheering, their faces drained of color, their eyes filled with terror.

The joy brought by the two successful defenses just now was crushed by the sight of the apocalyptic chariot rushing towards them.

In the stands, Eve Miller felt her breathing stop completely.

The surrounding noise, mockery, and shouts seemed to fade away from her.

In her world, all that remained was the approaching red behemoth and the blue figure standing still, seemingly preparing to block it with his frail body.

Overwhelmed by immense fear, like ice water, she was instantly engulfed.

She could almost feel the violent aura rushing towards her, and she could imagine the terrifying sound of bones shattering when the impact occurred.

No—don't crash into it—Li Ang, get out of the way!

Her heart was pounding wildly, and she felt like she was suffocating.

Tears welled up uncontrollably in my eyes, and my vision blurred with fear.

She even subconsciously raised her hand, wanting to cover her eyes, unable to bear watching the horrific scene that was about to unfold.

But his fingers remained frozen in mid-air, unable to look away.

On the field, Li Ang took a deep breath.

Faced with the red behemoth charging like a landslide and a tsunami, the last trace of hesitation in his eyes vanished.

Instead, there was a frozen calm and resolute determination.

The internal energy flowed and circulated at an unprecedented speed, pouring into the legs, waist, abdomen, and arms.

He stepped forward with his left foot, stomping heavily into the grass. His right shoulder sank slightly as he aimed at the point of impact, his core muscles instantly tensing like steel.

Just before the running back, with his destructive kinetic energy, ferocious face, and helmet rapidly magnified in my eyes, about to make contact.

Time seemed to be stretched out infinitely.

The commentators' shouts, the audience's clamor, teammates' cheers, opponents' roars, Eve's inner screams —

All sounds dissipated into a distant hum in the background.

Only two figures were left about to collide, and that destined, earth-shattering impact.

coming!

coming soon!

"Bang!!!!"

The dull thuds of muscles, bones, and armor colliding violently struck everyone's eardrums like heavy hammer blows!