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"Whoosh!"

A team of special operations team members' fingertips whistled through the air as they brushed against the edge of Li Ang's jersey!

"What?!"

His eyes widened in disbelief, his body staggering forward from the momentum of his full-force lunge.

"pretty!"

"It's so beautiful!"

"What a graceful dribbling move!"

"Whose subordinate is this young Chinese man, and why is he so brave?"

"Is he a new transfer student? I've never heard of him before?"

"No, he's a second-grade Chinese boy. I know him; he's an exceptionally good student!"

An even louder gasp erupted from the sidelines, this time pure admiration.

The crisis is far from over!

Another player lunged from the side and rear, attempting to bring Li Ang down with a low sliding tackle.

Bruce, still reeling from the stunning meteor butterfly step Leon had just executed, instinctively shouted a reminder upon seeing this:

Watch out behind you!

It was as if Li Ang truly had eyes in the back of his head.

Just as the opponent's center of gravity lowers and they are about to slide close to the ground.

His forward momentum suddenly stopped.

A clean, sharp, yet extremely abrupt stop caused the opponent's determined sliding tackle to miss its target half a meter in front of him, kicking up a patch of grass.

At the moment the opponent tackled him, Li Ang did not pause for a moment, and once again burst out with terrifying speed, passing by the player who had slipped and fallen to the ground due to inertia.

We've completely left them behind!

The entire counterattack, from its initiation to the consecutive evasion of four people, took only a few breaths.

Yet it is filled with breathtaking rhythm changes, realistic feints, and precise dodges.

Li Ang is like a black phantom freely moving through the wind.

It's like a butterfly flitting among flowers, dancing in a tornado.

It perfectly combines absolute speed, ghostly changes of direction, and terrifyingly calm judgment.

Those in the know on the sidelines were already getting goosebumps from watching.

powerful!

So strong!

Terrifyingly strong!

That's ridiculously strong!

On the sidelines, the Duke coach's face was ashen, and veins were bulging on his forehead.

The roar was like a thunderclap.

"Stop him! Damn it! What are you bunch of spineless cowards doing?! Grab him! Take him down!"

But unfortunately, it was too late.

Before Li Ang, only one corner guard remained, responsible for guarding the last line of defense.

The guard looked at Li Ang, who was sweeping towards him like the wind, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes.

Duty called upon him, he roared and charged forward, arms outstretched, attempting a final grappling maneuver.

Faced with this last line of defense, Li Ang did not make any more complicated moves to break free.

He simply passed the football to the outside hand furthest from the cornerback, while simultaneously lowering his shoulder and center of gravity, and slamming his right foot into the ground, increasing his already terrifying speed by an extra inch!

Shooting Star! Butterfly! Step!

"call--!"

A dark shadow swept past the guards who were trying to intercept it, accompanied by a strong gust of wind!

The cornerback's arm barely touched the back of Li Ang's jersey before the force of the impact caused him to stumble and nearly fall.

He turned around in vain, only able to watch helplessly as the black figure, like a cheetah freed from all restraints, sped away towards the empty green area that represented the scoring zone.

Ahead, an endless expanse of green grass stretched straight to the other side's territory! There were no more obstacles in sight!

Touchdown!

A touchdown on the first pitch!

Holding the ball, Li Ang moved with light and steady steps, as if stepping to the beat of a victory drum, easily crossing the white end line that symbolized glory and scoring.

He didn't jump up excitedly, nor did he celebrate exaggeratedly.

He simply stopped, turned around, and bent down.

He gently and solemnly placed the rugby ball, which was covered with a few bits of grass, on the soft grass in the end zone.

Then, slowly raise your right hand and make a fist towards the sky.

"Beep—!!!"

The Duke coach blew his whistle, a sharp and long whistle.

It was filled with an unbelievable feeling.

This also confirms that the tip-off return was a valid touchdown!

Score 0-6!

Team 2 is in the lead!

Coach Duke's face was beyond ugly; it was as black as the bottom of a pot.

A brief, suffocating silence enveloped the entire training ground.

Immediately following was a deafening roar of screams, uproar, and gasps that nearly lifted the roof off!

"What a gift!!! He scored a touchdown?! A touchdown on the return of the first pitch?!"

"My God! What did I just see?! He single-handedly beat our entire special operations team from the Cavaliers' first squad?!"

"That acceleration...that change of direction...my god, is he a combination of Usain Bolt and Barry Sanders?!"

"That sudden stop and change of direction... how did he do that? Are his knees and ankles made of iron?!"

"Who...who is this guy?!"

"That was so cool! My god, that dribbling move was amazing!"

Excited screams and discussions could be heard on the sidelines, especially in the area where the female cheerleaders were gathered.

Many students gaped, rubbed their eyes hard, and wondered if they were hallucinating.

The teachers from several teaching departments looked at each other in disbelief, their eyes filled with shock.

On the second team's side, all the members were stunned, as if they had been frozen in place.

Curtis, the substitute attacker, had his mouth agape, his face burning with embarrassment.

The previous disdain and mockery had vanished without a trace, leaving only unparalleled shock.

On the other side, there was only deathly silence.

And beneath this deathly silence, simmers an awkwardness and indignation.

Bruce stood near midfield, his eyes wide open under his helmet, his chest heaving violently.

Although he was mentally prepared, in his mind, Li Ang was still the omnipotent speed runner, number 21.

But Li Ang's performance-like, overwhelming return to the touchdown still exceeded his expectations.

He stared intently at the figure in the end-of-district office who was clenching his fist towards the sky, his eyes gleaming with a burning light.

It felt like stepping back in time to fight alongside Li Ang many years ago.

Bruce almost burst into tears, and couldn't help but raise his arms and shout with all his might:

"Hey guys, did you see that?! That Chinese kid just now, that's my brother! My Bruce's brother!"

"His name is Lightspeed Runner 21!"

"Lightspeed Runner #21!"

Bruce's shout was like a drop of water thrown into a pot of boiling oil, instantly igniting the entire arena!

Who is Bruce?

The Cavaliers' star power forward.

The absolute core of both offense and defense.

He is the ace that the Duke coach relies on most.

He is a beast on the court that inspires awe in his teammates and gives headaches to his opponents.

He is also an idol worshipped by many students at River Valley College.

He was so out of control, so excited, so proud, so honored, that he cheered loudly for a newcomer who had just humiliated their team.

They even called out the other party's incredibly cool and legendary nickname!

What does this mean?

This means that the young Chinese man just now, as if in a dream, single-handedly broke through the entire Special Operations Team's defensive line and scored a return touchdown.

This is absolutely not a fluke!

That ghostly speed, precise changes of direction, and calm judgment earned the approval of Bruce, the strongest player on their team!

"Lightspeed runner... number 21?"

A linebacker from the first team muttered the same words unconsciously.

The shame and indignation of being ridden on and defected by the second team still lingered on his face.

But a sense of awe, the kind that comes with facing a truly powerful person, was beginning to emerge in his eyes.

Following Bruce's shout, the second team players who had just come on with Li Ang were also spurred on.

To be able to defeat a high-ranking team, especially in such a humiliating way as a tip-off, isn't that enough to make one ecstatic?

Everyone felt honored and immediately shouted in unison:

"Lightspeed Runner #21!!"

The crowd of onlookers on the sidelines was completely ignited!

The spectators on the sidelines, especially the young students and female cheerleaders.

They don't understand complicated tactics or the feud between the first and second teams.

What they witnessed was an incredible, spectacular return that would go down in college football history!

With Bruce, a prominent figure on campus, officially endorsing and leading the chants, the emotions were instantly pushed to their peak!

They pounded on the railings, stomped their feet, and shouted with all their might.

The sounds merged into a torrent that grew louder and more unified:

"Lightspeed Runner #21!!"

"Lightspeed Runner #21!!"

"Lightspeed Runner #21!!"

The shouts surged like a tide, wave after wave, sweeping across the entire training ground and even reaching the distant teaching buildings.

It attracted more people who didn't know what was going on to peek in.