I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

At five o'clock in the morning, Li Ang woke up on time.

A sliver of grayish-white sunlight peeked through the gap in the curtains.

Officer Karen nestled against him, lying on her side.

Her long, golden hair spread out on the pillow like seaweed, rising and falling gently with her even breathing.

She still had one arm around Li Ang's waist.

Li Ang carefully moved his body inch by inch, trying to escape without waking her.

Just as he lifted Karen's arm, it suddenly tightened around her.

"Hmm...Trying to run away?"

Karen didn't open her eyes, and her voice was heavy with sleepiness.

But the corners of his mouth curled up.

With a strong pull of her arm, she easily drew Li Ang back to her side.

Her warm body pressed closer to him, her smooth back rubbing against his chest.

Li Ang said helplessly:

"Karen, I really need to go to training, I'm going to be late..."

His body, however, showed a deep respect to Officer Karen.

Karen finally opened her eyes, a mischievous smile in them.

She turned slightly to face Li Ang, chuckled, and leaned close to his ear, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe before gently biting it.

"It's still early..." she mumbled, her hands already darting around restlessly. "Besides, I think you really need to warm up properly before you go to the rugby team's practice..."

Li Ang gasped, his reason melting away like ice crystals in the sunlight under Karen's skillful and seductive advances.

Soon, the two diligent individuals began their cultivation.

The temperature rose rapidly, and the sheets became disheveled.

Ultimately, this unexpected match was interrupted by Li Ang's astonishing self-control.

He glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table; the hands clearly pointed to 5:30.

He quickly bent down and planted a kiss on Karen's sweaty forehead, saying apologetically:

"Sorry, honey, I really have to go now, I'm going to be late."

"Okay, a future superstar..."

Karen waved her hand weakly, buried her flushed cheeks in the pillow, and mumbled:

"If training ends early tonight... remember to come back... but you're not allowed to go looking for other cheerleaders."

"Don't worry, not today. See you tonight, Karen."

Li Ang kissed her shoulder again and quickly got up.

Five minutes later, he had finished showering, changed into clean sportswear, and left the house at 5:40 sharp.

The morning air is cool, and inhaling it invigorates the spirit.

He did a few simple stretches, then began to run at a steady pace toward the Valley Academy.

The internal energy within him seemed to have a life of its own, flowing smoothly in rhythm with his running.

Wherever it passed, the slight soreness in the muscles was quickly replaced by a warm, powerful sensation.

His breathing was deep and long, and his heartbeat was strong and steady.

At this moment, Li Ang has officially broken through to the early stage of Qi Refining.

In terms of physical fitness alone, he has already firmly established himself among the top students in the general college.

Endurance, further enhanced by internal energy, is far ahead of others.

I can practice for more than ten hours straight without getting tired.

After running more than ten kilometers, Li Ang only had a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and back, and his breathing remained even.

As he ran into the River Valley College rugby field at exactly six o'clock sharp assembly whistle, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

The atmosphere within the River Valley Academy Knights team has always been very good.

A group of college boys, with no ill feelings towards each other.

Normally at this time, everyone would quickly gather together, laughing and joking around.

But today, almost all the players from both the first and second teams looked like they'd just lost their mothers.

Nobody warmed up.

No one was fiddling with the equipment.

Everyone had a furrowed brow and a solemn expression.

"Hey, Bruce!"

Li Ang strode over to Bruce, who was absentmindedly doing lunge stretches, and asked in a low voice:

"What happened? Why does everyone look like that?"

Bruce stopped what he was doing. His usually kind and optimistic face was now tense, his lips pressed into a straight line.

He looked around, pulled Li Ang aside, and said in a low voice:

"Something big has happened, Leon. Our team captain, Jack, along with Collins, Harris, Miller... they were all detained by the police last night."

"What?"

Li Ang was taken aback and almost thought he had misheard.

"Detained? Why?"

Bruce scratched his filthy braid in frustration, his brow furrowing as he said:

"I don't know the specifics either, the rumors are all over the place. Apparently... last night a few of them went to the Flame Bar for drinks, got into a fight with someone, Jack hit someone, and the other person called the police. When the police arrived, they found out none of them were of legal drinking age..."

"Anyway, he's being held at the police station now. His family is trying to bail him out, but he won't be out anytime soon. Damn it, of all times, it had to happen now!"

Li Ang's heart sank.

He knew that Jack and his gang liked to party in private and sometimes acted erratically.

But to the point of being detained by the police, especially during such a crucial game week before facing arch-rivals Lincoln College, is still a bit too absurd.

Just then, a series of extremely imposing footsteps came from the entrance of the training ground.

The towering figure of the Duke coach appeared.

He wasn't wearing his usual slightly loose sports jacket today.

He was only wearing a gray training T-shirt.

Beneath the taut fabric, the bulging muscles were clearly defined.

But his face was even more somber than the color of his clothes.

It's like the sea surface where the darkest clouds gather before a storm.

He strode each step with unusual weight, as if he wanted to crush all his anger into the grass beneath his feet.

Behind him were left guard Collins, safety Harris, and running back Miller.

The three men, still shaken, bowed their heads so low they almost buried them in their chests, looking like wilted eggplants.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night and was on the verge of collapse.

Huh, why are there only three people?

Where is captain Jack Davis?

The training ground, which had been filled with whispers, instantly fell silent.

All eyes were immediately focused on Coach Duke and the three dejected players behind him.

Coach Duke walked to the front of the team and stopped.

Those sharp, hawk-like eyes slowly swept across each young face.

Wherever they looked, the team members unconsciously straightened their backs or avoided eye contact.

That gaze was so heavy, it almost made it hard to breathe.

"It seems some news travels faster than my whistle. Very well, saves me the trouble of explaining."

"But to make sure everyone fucking knows exactly where we are right now, I'll repeat it again."

Coach Duke paused for a full three seconds at this point, his chest heaving violently.

It seems to be forcibly suppressing a volcano that is about to erupt.

Then, he suddenly raised his voice, his roar like a thunderclap, making people's eardrums ache:

"Our fucking starting quarterback! Our great captain! Jack Davis!"

"Last night, he took his three good brothers, ignoring team discipline, the upcoming game, and his responsibilities! They went to a bar! They illegally drank alcohol! Then, like street thugs, they got into a fight!"

"Right now, he's comfortably sitting in the detention cell at the River Valley Police Station, waiting for his parents to come with bail to get him out!"

Spit almost landed on the face of the team members standing in the front row.

Collins, Harris, and Miller shuddered violently, their heads drooping even lower, almost disappearing into their shoulders.

I wish I could dig a hole and crawl into it right there.

"Foolish! Selfish! Irresponsible!"

Coach Duke's roars grew louder and louder as he waved his thick arms like an enraged grizzly bear.

"What does he take the team for? What does he take his own future for? What does he take all the sweat and effort you've put in over the past few months for?! A pile of dog shit?!"

He was breathing heavily, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

After finally calming down from her intense emotions, she said disappointedly:

"Now, the result is clear. Jack isn't coming back for now. I don't know what the judge will say, what the school will do, or how many games he'll be suspended for. But one thing is certain..."

"We won't have our starting quarterback for this Friday's game against Lincoln Academy!"