I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

"good!"

Coach Duke slapped his strong thigh hard, making a dull thud, and glared fiercely at Li Ang, saying:

"You've got guts! We'll do it your way! Everyone, listen up! Get your full gear ready right now! The match starts right here, in twenty minutes!"

"etc."

Li Ang suddenly raised a hand and made a pause gesture.

The Duke coach immediately wore a mocking expression, his eyebrows raised high, and he said in an exaggerated tone:

"What? I just praised you for your guts, and now you're chickening out? Scared? Trying to back out? Let me tell you, it's too late! This training match today, you have to play whether you want to or not!"

Unexpectedly, Li Ang maintained his calm expression, merely tilting his head slightly as he said:

"You're scared, aren't you, Coach Duke?"

The Duke coach, as if a cat whose tail had been stepped on, suddenly raised his voice:

"I'm afraid? What am I afraid of?!"

Meeting his angry gaze, Li Ang calmly said:

"If you weren't feeling guilty, why did you only rush to mention the bet I lost, while remaining silent about what might have happened if you had lost? Since it's a bet, the stakes should be equal for both sides; that's the most basic rule, isn't it?"

"Or is it that, Coach Duke, you don't even have the courage to face failure? You only think about maximizing your advantages, but you're afraid to take even the slightest risk of failure?"

This series of calm yet sharp questions landed squarely on the Duke coach's face, like a combination of punches.

He choked so hard that his face turned red and then white.

His chest heaved violently, and he opened his mouth, but couldn't find the right words to refute.

He could only stare intently at Li Ang, and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"Fine! You tell me! If I lose, which is absolutely impossible, what do you want? Let everyone hear your delusional fantasies!"

Li Ang's lips curled into a smirk, and he stopped keeping them in suspense, slowly saying:

"If you lose, from this day forward, everything concerning the River Valley Academy Knights rugby team, both on and off the field, will be under my control. Of course, the head coach position and salary will remain yours, and any honors you win will still be credited to you. I only want actual control of the team."

For the third time, the training ground fell into dead silence.

Everyone stared blankly at the Chinese-American boy in the center of the field, who was not particularly tall but stood ramrod straight.

The Duke coach was also stunned. After a long while, he managed to squeeze out a whisper that sounded almost like a dream:

"You're fucking insane... utterly insane..."

Then he roared:

"You're a rookie who's never even played a single official college game, a transfer student with yellow skin and black hair. What the hell makes you think you can lead that bunch of second-team cowards to beat my main lineup?! And what makes you so arrogant as to ask me to hand over the team to you?!"

Faced with the Duke coach's furious roar, which was accompanied by spittle flying everywhere.

Faced with the shock and doubt of the entire audience.

Li Ang neither vehemently refuted nor timidly retreated.

He simply waited quietly until the Duke coach finished yelling, then looked up and said:

"I can lead the River Valley Knights to the New York State College League championship."

An uproar ensued!

crazy.

That's absolutely insane.

This Chinese-American kid is absolutely insane.

State champion?

With this River Valley Academy Knights team, which is currently mired in a quagmire, struggling to win a single game, and unable to even field a quarterback, what can they do?

The Duke coach stopped yelling.

He stared intently at Li Ang, his eyes, bloodshot with rage, flashing with a rapidly changing light.

Finally, Coach Duke slowly nodded.

All the anger on his face vanished, replaced by an almost calm, sinister smile.

"Good, very good. Li Ang, I'll remember you. I really will."

"Stop fucking talking nonsense and spouting off. Twenty minutes, full gear, in-game. Go all out! Let me see what you, this future state champion coach, are really made of!"

After saying that, Coach Duke suddenly turned around and roared at the players, who were still in a state of collective stunned silence:

"Are you all deaf?! Get moving! Change your gear! Now! Immediately! First team! Anyone who dares to back down in front of those cowards from the second team and embarrasses me, I swear they won't be touching football for the rest of the season!"

After shouting, he turned his head one last time and glanced at Li Ang out of the corner of his eye, saying:

"As for you, Captain Li Ang, enjoy these last twenty minutes of your life as commander."

"Twenty minutes from now, I want to see you crawl off my training field like a stray dog. Then, obediently keep your promise and go clean the toilets for me and the whole team!"

The training ground instantly became like a powder keg that had been ignited.

The hurried footsteps of the team members, the clanging of protective gear, the suppressed exclamations of excitement, and the worried whispers were all mixed together.

Bruce was the first to rush to Leon's side, grabbing his arm and saying urgently:

"Li Ang! You've gone way too far this time! Do you know the difference between the first team and the second team? It's not just a little bit! It's like heaven and earth! And how could you talk to the Duke coach like that? And what did you mean by state championship? Are you possessed by some unclean spirit from your East University?!"

Li Ang could feel Bruce's hand gripping his arm trembling slightly.

He knew Bruce was worried about him.

But what Bruce didn't know was that he had to complete the task assigned by the system to become the martial arts champion.

This requires him not only to lead the River Valley Academy Knights to victory in every league game.

Furthermore, they must secure the MVP award in the league.

It is far from enough to be just a rotation player or even just a qualified substitute.

Li Ang needs to gain a core position in the team.

We need absolute say.

The team needs to revolve around him.

Today's conflict is a crisis, but it is also a path to success that he is paving for himself.

Either achieve instant fame, take control of the team, and march towards MVP and state championship;

Or...

There's no other way; I absolutely cannot lose!

I must not only win the upcoming match.

And we must win beautifully!

We won in a way that everyone was convinced of!

Instead of breaking free from Bruce's grasp, Li Ang raised his other hand and forcefully patted Bruce's taut forearm muscles.

"Bruce, believe me. I will win. Of course, as your opponent in the upcoming match, I hope you will give it your all; that's the greatest respect and support you can show me."

Bruce stared blankly at Li Ang.

A familiar calmness and confidence.

It felt like traveling through time, overlapping with the young captain from my memories who led them to one desperate comeback after another on the junior high school field.

He opened his mouth, then finally nodded heavily, squeezing out a single word from his throat:

"good!"