I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

The pre-match preparation time flew by in tension and chaos.

On the training field, Team One and Team Two gathered on either side of Coach Duke at the center line.

I don't know which team member let the news slip, but they said that a new, arrogant Chinese-American kid had joined the team.

He dared to confront the Duke coach to his face and even made a huge bet, leading the second team to challenge the first team.

The news spread like wildfire across the River Valley College campus.

More and more curious people flocked from the teaching building, gymnasium and even the parking lot to the training field.

There were female cheerleaders dressed in bright and sexy outfits.

There were students who skipped class specifically to come and have some fun.

Even many teachers from the teaching department stood on the periphery with their arms crossed, looking around with great interest.

The buzzing of the crowd added a touch of public trial to this internal competition.

Coach Duke himself took the whistle and walked to midfield, his face as gloomy as the clouds gathering before a storm.

He glanced at the two lines, his gaze lingering on Li Ang for a longer time.

"The rules are simple!"

The Duke coach roared, his voice drowning out the noise from the sidelines.

"The match lasts for twenty minutes, divided into two ten-minute halves with a two-minute break in between. The rules follow those of a regular match, and there are no timeouts."

"If you're injured, get the hell off the field! Don't fucking lie on the ground pretending to be dead and wasting everyone's time! Do you all understand?!"

"Understood, Coach!"

A unified and loud roar came from one of the teams, carrying an uncontrollable ferocity.

They rubbed their hands together, stretching their necks and shoulders, their eyes filled with naked contempt and undisguised hostility as they looked at the opposing second team.

He was openly challenged by a newcomer who had only joined the team yesterday, a guy Bruce picked up from who-knows-where, leading a bunch of second-team fodder.

This is an utter disgrace to these self-proclaimed top players.

The responses from the second team were scattered and inconsistent.

Some people even harbor resentment towards Li Ang, this pretentious jerk.

He insisted on leading his weak, pitiful, and helpless second team of rookies to be publicly executed.

This is great, as more and more people are gathering to watch.

I reckon the embarrassing situation of us getting utterly humiliated by a team will soon spread throughout the whole school.

Li Ang stood at the front of the line, his helmet tucked under his arm, his face expressionless.

He simply met the Duke coach's gaze and nodded calmly.

Coach Duke pulled a gleaming twenty-five-cent coin from his pocket, deftly twirling it between his thick fingers, a flash of silver light passing by.

He looked at Li Ang, and said with a smirk:

"You're the away team, you know the rules. Guess, heads or tails?"

"front."

Li Ang did not hesitate at all, and his voice was clear.

Coach Duke flicked his thumb, sending the coin spinning through the air and tracing a dazzling silver arc in the afternoon sunlight.

Then, with a "snap," he caught it steadily and pressed it onto the back of his hand.

He moved his palm away, so the pattern of the soaring eagle faced upwards.

The Duke coach grunted, his expression unreadable—whether he was satisfied or something else—and announced:

"Heads. You choose sides!"

Unlike last Friday's pastor team, Li Ang didn't put on airs and directly and without hesitation said:

"I choose to attack first!"

Coach Duke put the coin back in his pocket, waved his hand vigorously, and signaled for both teams' opening pitch crews and special teams to take their positions immediately.

Just as the second team's special operations team was about to enter the game, Li Ang suddenly walked straight up to Curtis, the return attacker.

"Curtis!"

Li Ang stopped him, his tone leaving no room for argument:

"You come down and rest, I'll handle the counterattack."

Curtis paused for a moment, then his face showed disbelief and offense.

He chuckled and tilted his head to look at Li Ang, saying:

"Me, get down? Why? You want to come on? Hey, newbie, do you even know how to counterattack? This isn't some game where you run around with a ball in the park! You've already embarrassed us enough, now you want to mess around?"

Li Ang looked up at him, his dark eyes showing no emotion.

There was only one kind of calm and majesty that made Curtis feel a strange chill.

He slowly began to speak:

"I'm the captain, at least for this game. I tell you to step down, so step down. That's an order."

"Captain? Ha!"

Curtis seemed to have heard a joke, but when he met Leon's gaze, the laughter caught in his throat.

He glanced at the strange looks from his teammates, feeling embarrassed, and waved his hand irritably, muttering:

"Alright, alright, you're awesome, go ahead! I want to see what tricks you can pull, but don't get completely overwhelmed on the first try, that would be a real mess."

After saying that, he retreated to the sidelines, arms crossed, looking like he was waiting to see a good show.

Li Ang didn't say another word. Holding his helmet, he walked straight into the depths of his own side's territory.

I did a few simple exercises with my ankles, wrists, and neck.

His gaze calmly fell upon the opposing team who were lining up to throw the first pitch.

"He...he wants to be the offensive player again?"

On the other side of the team, a linebacker widened his eyes and whispered to his teammate next to him.

His tone was full of disbelief.

"It's just for show. Chinese people love to show off like this. It's really stupid. I'm so embarrassed."

A burly defensive forward next to him sneered, rubbing his thick arm.

"With his small frame, Curtis would have a hard time even going up against him, let alone him. He thinks he can fight back? He'll be crushed to pieces by us. I'll take good care of him."

Bruce stood in the group, his brow furrowed slightly beneath his helmet.

In junior high, although Li Ang was the captain and quarterback, and occasionally played running back, when it came to returning to the starting lineup...

This seems to be the first time.

However, recalling Li Ang's words about going all out, Bruce's eyes calmed down, and he suppressed his doubts.

They began to focus their energy on the upcoming matches.

Coach Duke watched as Li Ang stood deep in the end zone, curled his lip in disdain, and snorted through his nose.

In his view, this Chinese-American boy was simply trying to attract attention and using such an extreme and risky method to show that he was different from others.

He's a complete and utterly arrogant clown.

He put the whistle in his mouth, walked to the vicinity of the tee box, and raised his arm.

The first pitcher for the team was a tall, strong white man.

He stood at his own 35-yard line, grinned cruelly, and drew his thumb across his neck, making a clear throat-slitting gesture.

Then, he bent down, his thick fingers firmly placing the rugby ball on the specially made small stand at the kickoff point, and adjusted the angle.

"preparation--!"

Coach Duke called out in a drawn-out voice, his sharp gaze sweeping over both teams' players.

The entire room fell silent instantly.

"Beep—!"

A sharp whistle tore through the air!

One team's teeers take a large step back and make a short run-up.

The right leg lashed out like a whip, the instep striking the fullest part of the bottom of the rugby ball!

"Bang!"

A deep, powerful bang.

The brown rugby ball, as if launched by a ballista, spun rapidly, tracing a high and graceful parabola with a strong tailspin, and fell precisely into the deep corner of the end zone where Li Ang was located.

This is an extremely standard yet challenging high ball that is difficult for most players to handle.

Li Ang's gaze was fixed on the spinning brown dot in the air, and he quickly adjusted his footing.

The moment the ball began to fall, it was as if he had already calculated its trajectory.

A clean and crisp side step.

He then leaped lightly into the air, stretched his body, and steadily extended his arms.

Just as the ball reaches chest height, gently and firmly scoop it into your arms as if embracing a baby.

The entire receiving motion was smooth and precise, without any unnecessary wobbling, demonstrating excellent feel and spatial judgment.

"Whoa!"

A low gasp rippled through the crowd, and many students who had initially watched with amusement, including the cheerleaders, suddenly brightened up.

Of those who skipped class to watch the school team practice, there were quite a few who were genuinely bored and looking for amusement.

But the vast majority are rugby enthusiasts.

There is an appreciation for rugby.

In their opinion, Li Ang's receiving move was absolutely brilliant!