I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 181 The Attack!

The offensive and defensive rounds switch.

The River Valley Knights' offensive unit stepped onto the field.

His steps were steady and full of confidence.

Wide receiver Kevin jogged over and punched Li Ang on the shoulder, saying, "Pass it nicely, captain. Watch that kid, his steps are as heavy as a tractor. I'm a pro at running routes, trust me."

Tight end Taylor leaned over and said, "Their strong-side linebackers like to gamble; they rush forward as soon as the ball hits the puck, leaving gaps behind them."

Li Ang nodded and quickly glanced at the orange figure that was setting up defenses on the other side.

Center Bruce tightened his handguard, his knuckles cracking. He grumbled to his gathered teammates, "Alright, guys, before those orange-clad bastards recover, let's give them another good thrashing in the chest and put them completely flat on their backs. Li Ang, what's up? What did the coach say?"

Ten pairs of eyes turned to Li Ang.

Li Ang glanced quickly at the sidelines.

The Duke coach crossed his arms and made a downward cutting gesture with his right hand in front of his chest.

Li Ang turned to his teammates, speaking calmly and clearly: "They're both confused and furious right now, like a pack of wild dogs whose tails have been stepped on. Their defensive line will definitely be swarming me more fiercely than hungry wolves, their only thought is to tear me apart. For the first play, we'll play along, going for the simplest power drive, a hard drive down the middle. I'll get the ball. Bruce, you and the forwards, right to the right of the middle line, create a gap for me. It doesn't need to be wide, just enough for me to squeeze through sideways. Marcus,"

He looked at Marcus.

"You're on my left wing, ready to receive short passes or block hands coming from the side. Let's show them, in the toughest way, who's in charge here tonight."

Bruce grinned, pounded his breastplate with his fist, and said, "Just what I wanted, brother. Watch me shove those arrogant brats aside, and you just keep your head down and charge forward, crushing them like a bulldozer."

"Second gear," Li Ang continued, his gaze sweeping over Kevin and Taylor.

"If their forwards rush in too aggressively, lose their composure, and only think about sackling me, the pocket will actually have a chance. We'll run a four-man vertical attack. Kevin, you run a deep 9 down the line, straight to the end zone. Taylor, you run a deep over-the-top line, draw the strong-side safety away from me. Your job is to push the defensive second back as far as possible."

Marcus, don't rush out. Make a delayed start, then cut diagonally into the middle to create space. I'll assess the situation and make a long pass to Kai.

"I'll either send a short pass or a text message. My brothers on the wing, just give me two and a half seconds in the pocket, that's enough."

Wide receiver Kevin licked his lips, his eyes sharp. "Two and a half seconds? More than enough. That kid who was marking me, Isaiah Wilson, had a good start, but when he turned to chase, his steps felt like lead."

Tight end Taylor nodded steadily and said, "Understood. I'll use my body to block that linebacker, pin him in place for a second, and then start moving. That should be enough to draw the safety's attention away."

"Alright," Li Ang clapped his hands.

His gaze swept across the faces of every offensive forward.

"First gear, make a clean break, don't break the rules. Second gear, guard that damned pocket, don't let those bloodthirsty wolves touch a single hair on my head. Got it?"

"clear!"

The ten men growled.

On the other side, the Lehman Academy Lions' defense formed a tight circle.

The atmosphere was oppressive.

Outside guard Jamal shoved his mask off and roared at the forwards, "All of you, listen up! To be outplayed like that by a rookie is a fucking disgrace! Enough! We're the Lehman Lions! We're tough guys who fought our way through the Bronx! Not some sick cat sunbathing in the park! First down, I don't care what formation they use, what tricks they play, you four forwards, go all out and charge in! Use your faces, your shoulders, everything you have, to ram and tear! I want to see that damn number 21 kid lying on the grass eating dirt! I want to see him carried off! Got it?!"

"Yes! Let's take them down!"

"Tear him apart!"

The big men on the defensive line roared, panting heavily.

The referee blew his whistle.

First down, target 10 yards.

The Cavaliers deployed their classic I-shaped formation.

Li Ang stood behind center Bruce, his hands hovering steadily.

The Lions' defensive line of four players was tightly packed together, leaning forward and with their center of gravity low.

From the commentary booth, Tony's voice rang out: "Alright, ladies, the Cavaliers' offense is finally on the court! After a dream-worthy touchdown return that could easily be ranked in the top ten of the season, can their offensive arsenal maintain this devastating momentum in their debut?"

Martin adjusted his glasses and said, "Lehman's defense is on the brink of disaster. They need to stop the bleeding immediately. Look at their initial positioning, it's very aggressive, and the second line is pushed very far forward. It's practically telling them: We're going to raid, we're going to apply pressure, we're going to sack your quarterback."

In the stands, a sea of ​​blue began to surge.

"The offense is on the rise! It's our turn to score!"

"Li Ang! It's up to you now!"

"Take it easy and secure the first victory!"

kick off.

Bruce's strong arms steadily and quickly passed the ball backwards from between his legs.

Li Ang caught the ball and hugged it to his chest.

Without pausing, he quickly stepped back, lowered his head, and bent over, tightly protecting the rugby ball in front of his chest.

Then he charged toward the narrow gap that Bruce and the right guard had fought so hard to create.

Marcus was on his left wing.

Almost simultaneously, the Lions' defensive line charged forward like four ferocious beasts.

Their eyes were only on that blue number 21.

The dull thud of muscles colliding violently with protective gear exploded out.

Bruce used his mountain-like body to withstand the frontal assault of the opposing defensive tackle.

But the Lions' star outside linebacker Jamal reads the ball and gets going with lightning speed.

Taking advantage of a brief opening created by the entanglement of the forwards, he swiftly sidestepped and slipped through the gaps in the crowd.

He spread his arms and lunged at Li Ang, who was charging towards him at full speed.

A collective gasp rippled through the stands.

In a flash, Li Ang made his move.

While running at high speed, his upper body suddenly swayed slightly from side to side.

At the same time, his footwork was light and precise, with a lateral step.

Just as Jamal's arms were about to close, Li Ang's body narrowly missed the edge of the grab range.

Jamal felt only the slight friction of the jersey fabric against his fingertips before his arms went empty.

"He dodged it! God, Leon's footwork! He dodged Jamal Washington's seemingly inevitable tackle!"

Tony yelled.

Gasps and cheers erupted from the stands.

Li Ang charged through the chaotic front line entanglement.

The Lions' ranged defender had already taken position, lowered his center of gravity, and spread his arms to block Li Ang's path of advance.

Li Ang did not slow down.

Faced with the textbook-perfect frontal interception by the opposing team, he made a choice that left everyone speechless.

He neither dodged nor avoided.

He stomped his left foot on the grass, his right shoulder sank slightly, his left arm tightened around the ball, and his whole body taut like a bow, like a heavy cannonball, slamming into the chest of the opposing guard.

boom!

A solid, muffled thud echoed across the stadium.

The Lions' wingman's eyes widened suddenly upon contact.

He felt as if he had been hit head-on by a small truck that was accelerating.

He lifted both feet off the ground and uncontrollably stumbled back several steps before collapsing heavily onto the grass, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The helmet was tilted slightly.

He sat on the ground, his eyes filled with shock.

Li Ang's body swayed violently, but his forward momentum remained almost unchanged.

With his terrifying leg strength and core stability, he managed to absorb most of the impact and then used the momentum to propel himself forward five or six yards.

It wasn't until another Lions defender, desperately chasing from the side and rear, leaped and tackled him with a low leg grab that he was finally brought to the ground.

"First down! My God! Leon! He used pure power! He smashed through the safety who was covering the defense! He crushed the safety and got a new first down! Is this guy even a quarterback?!" Tony's exclamation almost tore his throat apart.

"Whoa!!!"

After a brief moment of shock, the stands erupted in a huge cheer.

"Did you see that?! He knocked that security guard flying like a bowling pin!"

"Of course I saw it! Is this kind of physical ability even real?"

"Last year—last year right here, playing against Lehman Brothers," an old alumnus wearing a faded Cavaliers jacket said, his voice trembling.

"Our offensive line was completely overwhelmed by them! This year! This year we have Li Ang! Everything is fucking different!"

"Li Ang! Li Ang! Li Ang!"

The unified shouts echoed throughout the stadium.

The Lions' defenders got up from the grass, moving somewhat slowly.

Several people subconsciously looked at the guard who had been knocked down by Li Ang and had just gotten up, and then at the blue number 21 who was being helped up by his teammates and had grass clippings brushed off.

Jamal spat angrily, slapped his glove hard, and roared at his teammates, "What the hell are you all standing there for! It's not over yet! Next time! Next time, pin him down! Pin him down behind the kickoff line! You hear me! Get your act together!"

Second attack.

We need to advance three more yards to secure a new first strike.

The Cavaliers' offense quickly formed a shotgun formation.

Li Ang stood about five yards behind center Bruce.

The Lions' defensive formation reacted immediately, with the linebackers pushing forward more and the safety positioned themselves closer to the starting line.

Li Ang stood at the shotgun position, his body relaxed, his gaze calm.

He noticed that although the opposing cornerback and safety had pushed forward, their center of gravity was not very stable.

He calmly lowered his left hand and quickly made a few subtle gestures at the side of his leg.

kick off.

Bruce smoothly crossed the ball between his legs and made a long pass to Li Ang, who was five yards away.

Li Ang receives the ball, retreats, and instantly assumes a standard passing stance, his gaze fixed on the far end of the court.

The Lions' four players rushed towards the pocket with reckless abandon.

The line guards were also getting restless.

Their eyes burned with the flames of shame.

The Cavaliers' offensive line was instantly subjected to tsunami-like pressure.

Bruce let out a low growl, using his shoulders and all his strength to hold off the opponent's most powerful defensive interception.

As Li Ang quickly retreated, his gaze swept across the front field like a radar.

There are no instantaneous opportunities in the middle lane and short distances.

His gaze was fixed on the distance.

Receiver Kevin starts.

Two steps outside the starting line, he used a convincing inward stop feint to cause cornerback Isaiah Wilson, who was marking him, to instinctively shift his center of gravity inward.

In that instant, Kevin pushed off with his right foot, turned his body to the outside, and instantly increased his speed to the maximum, sprinting towards the end zone with all his might.

Isaiah Wilson was shocked and desperately turned around to chase after him, but Kevin's half-step advantage was being rapidly widened.

The pocket is collapsing violently.

The left-side defensive striker had already used his hand to push aside the attacking interceptor blocking him, and a large hand came towards Li Ang, who was observing.

A tense gasp rippled through the stands.

Just as that large hand was about to touch Li Ang's jersey, Li Ang moved again.

It was still that same incredibly skillful footwork.

Within a small space, his footwork was light and agile, and with a delicate lateral step and a slight sway of his upper body, he instantly shifted half a foot to the side, narrowly avoiding this deadly capture.

The defensive end, who made a desperate attempt, only managed to grab air.

"He dodged it! Once again! Leon has dodged the capture again! My God, under such pressure, he still has time to observe!" Tony's voice suddenly rose.

Even with lateral movement and an unbalanced body posture, Li Ang's powerful core strength came into play.

He adjusted his pace as he moved, his eyes sharp, instantly locking onto what lay ahead.

Kevin had completely outmaneuvered cornerback Isaiah Wilson by at least two body lengths, and was like a blue lightning bolt streaking across midfield, hurtling toward the end zone.

The Lions' wingman was desperately trying to cover diagonally from the middle, but the distance was clearly insufficient.

Without the slightest hesitation.

As Li Ang moves, he twists his waist and hips, pushes off the ground with his back foot, and the accumulated power flows from his ankle to his fingertips.

His arm movements were as fast as a whip tip.

The rugby ball flew out of my hand like an electromagnetic cannonball.

A long, low, flat, spinning, and terrifyingly fast rainbow-colored pass traced through the air, heading straight for the far left corner of the field.

"Long pass! Li Ang, while moving, delivered a rainbow long pass of over fifty yards! The target is Kevin, who has already overtaken him!" Martin spoke at breakneck speed.

All eyes in the stadium were glued to the rugby ball hurtling through the air.

Kevin glanced back as he raced at top speed.

The position, speed, and spin of the incoming ball are all under control.

He didn't slow down at all; he simply adjusted his pace very naturally.

Two steps before stepping into the end zone, he stretched out his long arms and steadily caught the spinning and powerful rugby ball in his arms.

The movements were fluid.

He took two more large strides forward, venturing deep into the end area.

Then he turned around gracefully, faced the desperately chasing defender, raised the football high above his head, and swung it hard.

"Touchdown!!!!"

Without hesitation, the linesman raised his arms straight up.