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The rest of the match completely followed the course set by the Priests, resulting in a one-sided crushing defeat.

The Cavaliers' offense returned to the court, but their morale had visibly plummeted.

Quarterback Jack Davis's passes lost their accuracy, with several attempts going high and erratic, either being intercepted or going out of bounds.

The running backs tried to break through, but the Priests' defense was like reinforced concrete, making it impossible for them to advance.

Bruce, who was highly anticipated by Cavaliers fans, played center on offense.

Their primary duties are to initiate the game and block shots inside.

This position allows for charging with the ball according to the rules.

However, it is bulky and slow.

If you have the ball yourself, it will expose gaps in your defense and make it very easy to lose possession.

Their rushing efficiency is also far inferior to that of running backs and quarterbacks.

Therefore, it is practically impossible for anyone to do this in reality.

Moreover, the priests seem to be paying special attention to Bruce.

After each kickoff, at least two people would come over to block and contest against him.

It made him feel extremely drained.

Bruce can only perform the most basic tasks now.

Unable to create any further opportunities for the team.

Soon, the Cavaliers' third down once again failed to break through, and they sent out their punts in a humiliating defeat.

He sent the ball back to the Pastors' half, signaling the relinquishment of possession.

The transitions between offense and defense are frustratingly frequent.

Each transition was torture for Bruce, whose physical condition was already in dire straits.

The Priests' offense had clearly received instructions to completely wear down that disgusting black giant, number 99.

They no longer pursue complex, deep strikes.

Instead, there were a lot of quick short passes and annoying lateral stretching runs.

Bruce, a giant weighing over 250 pounds, had to drag his leaden legs and make extensive back-and-forth runs and sprints along the front line.

This was a devastating blow to his physical strength.

Soon, Bruce's pace slowed down, and each change of direction appeared clumsy and sluggish.

Sweat had already soaked through all his clothes, inside and out, clinging tightly to his skin.

Each heavy breath was accompanied by a "ho-ho" bellowing sound, and the white mist spraying from the mask was so thick it was impossible to disperse.

On two occasions when he was in formation, he had to press his hands firmly against his knees to keep himself from falling.

But he remained on the field, the fierce glint in his eyes replaced by an almost obsessive persistence.

It was a stubbornness that said, "As long as I can still move, I will never go down."

Coach Duke, feeling sorry for his protégé, kept gesturing to him, asking him to be substituted.

However, each time, Bruce firmly shook his head.

"Bruce Washington, number 99 from River Valley High School, is still on the field."

Kenny's voice was filled with complex emotions, a mixture of admiration and a touch of reluctance:

"We saw that his stamina was pushed to the limit. He shouldered far too much on both offense and defense. But even so, he still tried every charge, fulfilling his duty in every situation. Regardless of tonight's outcome, this young man has defined what true chivalry is."

However, one person's will cannot bridge the enormous gap in overall strength.

Midway through the second quarter, Marcus once again capitalized on a moment of disarray in the Cavaliers' defensive rotation, delivering an elegant rainbow pass that precisely found the wide receiver who had quietly slipped into the deep end.

Another easy touchdown.

The bonus points were hit without a doubt.

14: 0.

Before halftime, the Cavaliers finally put together a decent attack, managing to push the ball across half-court with difficulty.

However, in a crucial fourth-down play, the pass was intercepted, and possession changed hands again.

The second half was essentially garbage time.

Marcus only needed one offensive play, using a series of skillful short passes to easily break through the Cavaliers' loose defense, and finally the running back slipped into the paint to score.

21: 0.

After that, Marcus and most of the key players were substituted for rest.

Even so, the Cavaliers' starting lineup still struggled against the Priests' second defensive team.

It is difficult to organize an effective offensive.

Our own key players can't even beat the opponent's substitutes!

This scene naturally caused Cavaliers fans to wail in despair, feeling utterly disappointed.

The Cavaliers' main defensive unit was also riddled with holes as Bruce and the others were completely exhausted.

One of the Priests' substitute running backs even pulled off a long 60-yard touchdown run.

28: 0.

There is very little time left in the game.

But the rest is just wasted time.

Even if a god descended to earth, it would be impossible to turn back 28 points in just a few minutes.

Large swaths of blue seats in the stands were empty, as many Cavaliers fans had left early in disappointment.

Only a few die-hards and some priests' supporters who had not yet left remained.

With two minutes remaining in the game, the Cavaliers had a rare counter-attack opportunity.

Perhaps out of complacency, or perhaps out of a touch of sympathy, the priests' defense created a small opening.

The Cavaliers' wide receiver executed a difficult flying catch, staggering forward more than 20 yards before being pushed out of bounds at the opponent's 40-yard line.

This advance finally brought the Cavaliers into free-kick range.

Despite the slim chances, head coach Duke still fielded the kicker to avoid the humiliation of being shut out.

Under the complex gazes of the entire stadium, the kicker took a run-up and kicked the ball.

The rugby ball flew in a high, graceful arc, wobbling towards the goal, barely making it just inches above the crossbar!

The referee raised both arms to indicate that the score was valid.

28: 3.

Scattered applause, tinged with bitterness, suddenly rang out from the stands.

The commentator, Kenny, was, after all, paid by River Valley High School, and seeing this, he quickly tried to defend River Valley High School, saying:

Goal! River Valley Knights! They've scored a 40-yard field goal! They didn't give up in the final moments of the game, with kicker Thomas Lee securing a crucial 3 points for his team!

"Look at that shot! Under immense pressure, at a moment when all hope seemed lost, this young man held on! That's sportsmanship—never give up! The Cavaliers, at least they fought to the last second and achieved something!"

However, his polite words were quickly drowned out by even louder boos and merciless criticism.

"Come on, Kenny! Stop fucking talking nonsense!"

"Three precious points? That's a fucking handout! A consolation prize! What's so precious about that!"

"Exactly! 28 to 3! You call that a gain? You've gained a bellyful of shit!"

"Never give up? I think it's the other side that's given up on defense!"

"Those three points would have been worse than nothing, at least preserving a shred of dignity. Now look at it, 28-3, a complete stomp!"

"It's out of kindness! This is definitely because the referee took pity on us and gave us a break!"

"What's the use of these 3 points? Can they change the fact that we got thrashed? Bruce fought so hard, and all he got in return was this handout of 3 points? I'd rather not have them!"

"The commentator is really sweet-talking after taking money; he can even make something out of nothing."

"Come on, buddy, save your energy. This competition is making me so angry I'm about to get breast hyperplasia."

"The Duke coach, why didn't he bring on the substitutes in the last two minutes to let them experience the atmosphere? Are they just keeping the starters to embarrass themselves?"

"Please, just end this already, I'm going to have a heart attack if I keep watching."