I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 171 Fierce Battle!

In the stands, the crimson tide continued to surge.

But that initial fervor and confidence, which made them look down on everything, has quietly faded away.

The shock and sense of loss spread through the crowd.

The buzzing of discussion grew louder and louder.

Many faces were filled with confusion, anxiety, and a hint of bewilderment.

A fat man wearing a falcon-patterned knit hat yelled at the top of his lungs, "21 to 7? This is the first half? We're in the first half?!"

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His voice was full of disbelief.

A tall, thin man next to me took a big gulp of beer, foam spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"That Chinese kid number 21—fuck, how did he do that? He went up against the running back, not only defended him, but even stole the ball, and then he ran the whole field by himself—was he cheating?"

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A girl in a custom-made jersey in the front row shrieked, "What is Sean doing?! And the offense! Didn't they eat breakfast?!"

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Her boyfriend next to her angrily pounded the armrest of his seat: "The defense is a joke! They just watched him rush over like he was strolling through his own backyard?! Where's O'Connor?! Was the cement for our Wall of Sighs not dry today?!"

A slightly older-looking boy wearing glasses, sitting diagonally behind them, couldn't help but chime in: "Hey, buddy, isn't it because that Chinese kid is too awesome? The timing and footwork of that guy's change of direction when he got past Sean—it was fucking amazing. Sean didn't even get a graze on his clothes."

"What the hell are you bragging about! Fuck! We're Trinity College! Top three in the state! Our tuition is ten times more expensive than a fucking community college! And we got beaten up by some yellow-skinned monkey?!"

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"Calm down, everyone calm down. There are still more than two quarters left in the game, we can still catch up. A touchdown plus a two-point conversion..."

The bespectacled man shook his head with a wry smile and pointed to the blue number 21 who was walking back to the bench on the field.

"Chase? What are we going to use to chase him? That kid is in monster mode on both offense and defense today. Did you guys see O'Connor's missed attack just now? We can't keep up with his pace at all."

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The bespectacled man paused for a moment, then continued, "Seriously—putting aside my red shirt and the academy's perspective—that kid's performance today was fucking phenomenal. I've watched high school football for ten years and I've never seen anything like it."

Shut your stinking mouth! Who the hell are you on?!

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"I'm stating the facts! The fact is, he single-handedly crushed half our team! Is it so hard to admit that the opponent is strong?!"

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"—Damn it. So what if it's true? I'm just—I'm fucking annoyed! Falcon Team! Wake up, you bastards! Fuck!"

Eve Miller slowly sat back down in the hard plastic seat.

My whole body felt as exhausted as if I had just finished running a marathon.

His muscles trembled slightly.

Yet my mood felt as light as if I were floating on a cloud.

A feeling of unreal dizziness enveloped her.

The surrounding discussions among the falconers, filled with frustration, resentment, mutual accusations, and a bitter sense of resignation, sounded to her like noise across water, indistinct and distant.

Her gaze, her mind, all her senses were fixed on the blue figure on the field who was walking toward the bench.

Her hero, Li Ang, was bowing his head slightly, seemingly adjusting his breathing.

His profile was outlined with clear and serene lines under the bright lights of the stadium.

Sweat soaked his temples.

Dark water stains were left on the dark blue neck brace.

Eve's lips curled up uncontrollably.

She flashed a smile that was bright and radiant.

A brief celebratory whistle cut through the clamor.

The River Valley Academy Knights' defensive team once again stepped onto the lawn, where grass clippings were scattered everywhere.

Their paths have diverged.

It was no longer the solemn, tragic atmosphere of the beginning, as if walking on thin ice.

Instead, it was filled with a raw, almost boiling, fighting spirit that had been completely ignited.

His eyes burned with a scorching light.

His chest was held straight up as if he could smash everything.

They rammed each other's armor with their shoulders, helmets, and fists.

The shouts of encouragement were short and powerful, like the low growls of a wild beast before it attacks, piercing through the boos from the audience.

Li Ang remained standing at the core of the team's defensive formation, in the position of center linebacker.

Slightly bend your knees and lean forward.

This is a standard starting position.

His gaze swept steadily over the red army that was arrayed opposite him.

Like a calm hunter assessing a restless herd of beasts.

On the Falcons' side, the air in front of the bench was almost frozen, below freezing.

Quarterback Sean McCarthy clapped his hands forcefully, one clap at a time.

The leather gloves made a crisp snapping sound.

His icy blue pupils swept over his teammates, who looked somewhat somber and unfocused.

His jawline was taut.

They were trying to reintroduce the arrogant and domineering aura of the king falcon into these stunned young men.

"All of you, raise your heads! Listen up!"

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Sean deliberately raised his voice to the highest pitch, even cracking a little.

That innate composure was torn open by an uncontrollable anxiety.

"That Chinese kid's performance just now was just a fucking accident! A damn lucky little accident!"

He waved his arms as if trying to dispel the invisible sense of frustration in the air.

"Now! I want you to flush this shit down the toilet right now, immediately! Forget about it!"

Forget about it completely!

He was practically roaring.

The veins on his neck were faintly visible.

"Get back to our rhythm! Remember who we are! We are the Falcon! The Falcon that tears apart all opponents! Start from this line!"

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He suddenly pointed to the defensive line of the River Valley Academy.

The fingertips turned slightly white from the force applied.

"Run them over! Tear them apart! Just like we've done in countless training sessions and countless matches! Understand?! Answer me!"

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The team members responded listlessly, "Understood, Captain!"

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The responses came in sparsely.

Uneven and lacking in energy.

It was nowhere near as powerful, unified, and explosively confident roar as it started.

The burly men on the offensive line exchanged quick glances before swiftly looking away.

The cruel, playful, and relaxed expression that had been so evident on their faces was long gone.

All that remained was deep confusion, anger at being humiliated, and a trace of self-doubt that even he himself was unwilling to delve into.

The center moved his massive shoulder, which was big enough to knock over a car.

Adam's apple bobbed.

He looked again at the blue number 21 across the street.

His eyes were complex, filled with scrutiny, apprehension, and a hint of disbelief as if he had seen a ghost.

The right guard nudged the left interceptor next to him with his shoulder.

He moved closer to the other person's helmet, which had a neck brace.

He spoke in a very low voice, squeezing out a sentence through clenched teeth.

"This is weird—who exactly is that kid?"

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Wide receiver Tyreke Jones chewed his gum rapidly.

His cheeks kept bulging.

His eyes darted around restlessly.

No longer clinging to Li Ang like he had locked onto prey.

He kicked away a small patch of grass at his feet.

Liam O'Connor, the usually silent defensive core linebacker, crossed his arms over his broad chest.

His gray eyes, like cold radar, slowly swept over his own attacking team, who seemed somewhat distracted.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

A faint, almost imperceptible, flicker of displeasure crossed his usually expressionless face.

Commentator Kevin Harper remarked, "Look at the Falcons' state right now. They don't seem to have fully recovered from that devastating fast break. Sean McCarthy is trying to boost morale, he's shouting loudly, but the expressions on the players' faces—"

"They lacked the almost arrogant confidence they displayed at the start of the game. Their eyes were somewhat unfocused, and their body language revealed hesitation. This is a rather dangerous sign for a top team that is used to controlling the game and overwhelming their opponents with momentum."

His partner, Mike Morales, unusually did not immediately interrupt to refute him.

He was silent for two seconds.

My fingers tapped the table unconsciously.

He then replied in a voice that was noticeably lower and less sharp than before.

"A blow—yes, a heavy blow, Kevin. But true warriors know how to handle adversity, how to get back up as soon as they're knocked down. I still believe in Sean, I believe in these battle-hardened lads. They just need one attack, one clean, smooth first strike, to get their rhythm and feel back. Sometimes, it's that simple."

The referee blew a short whistle, signaling that it was time to kick off.

He stood next to the rugby ball, his arms outstretched.

"First down, 10 yards, the Falcons begin their attack from their own 25-yard line."

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Quarterback Sean McCarthy took a deep breath.

He took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress all his chaotic emotions into his lungs.

He stopped shouting slogans.

They silently formed the familiar single-line formation.

Then he nodded vigorously at the center forward in front of him.

"Ready! On your marks! Kick-off!"

The center forward quickly crosses the ball between his legs.

Sean catches the ball and skillfully steps back.

But in that instant, a tiny crack appeared.

The Falcons' offensive line seemed to be starting a little slower than usual.

The overwhelming, seamless force that the five of them had when advancing together had become somewhat sluggish and choppy!

Meanwhile, Andrei, the defensive end of River Valley Academy, and his teammates on the other side seemed to be boosted by the team's boiling morale and the miracle they had just witnessed.

With bloodshot eyes, like a beast released from its cage, he unleashed two hundred percent of his power the moment the ball was spun!

Muscles bulging, roaring as they slammed into their respective opponents, the two tackles of the Falcons.

This time, they were not easily bounced or pushed away as before.

Instead, they held on tightly, using their shoulders, their chests, and the strength of every muscle to stubbornly engage in a struggle!

The situation immediately reached a stalemate!

Falcons quarterback Shawn peers into the pocket, which has suddenly become somewhat narrow and no longer absolutely safe.

He adjusted his steps slightly and quickly scanned the front of the field.

But this time, he observed for a fatal half-beat longer than usual.

His eyes darted around for a moment.

Should we continue to trust their invincible ground attack and forcefully push back through the middle, or should we switch to passing?

On the right, wide receiver Tyreke Jones is running hard.

But the River Valley Academy's Cornerguard Devon was like a leech, never leaving her side, his arm constantly interfering.

On the left, another wide receiver's running route was also tightly entangled.

Commentator Kevin Harper's speaking speed suddenly increased, carrying the urgency unique to broadcasters.

"The pocket's under pressure! The Falcons' offensive line couldn't clear the way completely this time! River Valley's pass caught them red-handed! Sean was watching—he couldn't wait any longer! He made his move! A quick short pass to the right flank, targeting the running back who had slipped out!"

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This was a conservative, almost compromising, safe choice.

The goal is to gain some ground first and stabilize the situation.

However, just as the football left Sean's fingers...

Li Ang, number 21 in blue, who should have been firmly behind the Falcon's left guard, suddenly appeared like a ghost, relying on his astonishing power and agility.

A precious space was squeezed out from the crowd!

He lowered his center of gravity, like a blue lightning bolt darting close to the ground, his long arms stretching out swiftly like a whip.

Fingertips sweep with all their might toward the trajectory of the ball!

"Snapped!"

Although he couldn't directly knock the ball away, Li Ang's fingertips successfully interfered with the pass!

Although the ball was barely passed to the running back, the subtle changes in spin and trajectory made catching it very awkward.

The running back stumbled and had to adjust his pace.

In that split second of adjustment, the Valley Corner Guard and the Security Guard, who were there to reinforce the defense, arrived as if by magic.

The three collided violently, pinning the running back and the ball to the ground near the sideline!

Commentator Kevin Harper quickly reported the stats and commented, "Pass complete! But only 3 yards! The Falcons' offense looks a bit sluggish, not fluid enough, lacking their signature dominance and decisiveness!"

In the stands, in that sparse blue area, some of the Valley's loyal fans jumped up excitedly and shouted.

"Beautiful interference! Li Ang has once again appeared in the most crucial position! His defensive instincts are amazing!"

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The home crowd erupted in even louder boos and angry questions, with the criticism directed at their own team.

"What the hell?! Passing this limp ball?! Charge! Charge them like men!"

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The referee quickly stepped forward, positioned the ball, and gestured with his arm.

"Second gear, 7 yards."

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Sean McCarthy's face grew even darker under his helmet, almost dripping with rage.

He quickly and forcefully made a series of hand gestures, shouting out tactical codes in short bursts.

"Force a run! Engage in a strong attack down the middle!"

"Ready, set, kick off!"

After receiving the ball, Shawn quickly passed it to the running back!

The running back held the ball tightly in his arms, head down, shoulders hunched, trying to unleash his full speed.

But perhaps his mindset was affected by the defense just now, and his attack route showed a slight hesitation the moment he started.

Instead of decisively advancing into the heart of the defense, which was the most densely packed but also the most threatening central area, they failed to make a direct run.

Instead, it instinctively veered to the right, seemingly looking for a slightly wider gap.

At this moment, the defensive front line of River Valley Academy truly demonstrated unity and determination.

Andrei's face was contorted with rage as he roared and used all his strength to fight off the Falcons' star left tackle, kicking small dents into the grass beneath his feet.

The defensive interceptors in the middle were like madmen, charging forward relentlessly.

Although he was still being pushed backward slowly by the immense force, each step greatly slowed down the running back's acceleration.

This bought valuable reaction time for his teammates.