I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

The Duke coach's cheek muscles twitched violently.

He abruptly pulled off the whistle and rushed to the edge of the field.

He unleashed a torrent of abuse at the special operations team players who were still frozen in place, his spittle almost landing on the faces of the nearest person:

"Are your brains filled with dog shit?! Huh?! You were swept away by someone like a damn empty parking lot in the early morning! Are you scarecrows?! Are you just decorations?!"

"Do you all want to stay after the game and scrub the entire training ground, locker room, and every damn toilet in the teaching building clean with a toothbrush?! Huh?!"

The players were subjected to a barrage of insults.

They all lowered their heads, not daring to meet the coach's fiery gaze.

But their clenched fists and heaving chests revealed the shame and indignation churning within them, as well as the raging fire of anger.

This anger was directed not only at Li Ang, who had brought shame upon them, but also at their own worthlessness.

Which school's first team gets their kickoff touchdown conceded by their second team in a practice match?

This is utterly shameful.

Li Ang bent down and picked up the rugby ball that had just created a miracle from the end zone, and slowly walked back to midfield.

His breathing was slightly rapid, but his steps remained steady.

To everyone's surprise, he walked straight up to Bruce.

Then, under the astonished, puzzled, and bewildered gazes of everyone...

Li Ang raised his arm and slammed the rugby ball heavily onto Bruce.

"Bang!"

Bruce instinctively reached out and caught the ball that Li Ang threw at him.

The expression on his face beneath the helmet was one of astonishment and confusion.

He didn't understand what Li Ang meant.

Fortunately, Li Ang didn't have the habit of being a riddle teller.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, loud enough for the entire audience to hear:

"Bruce! Look at the ball in your hands! Is this the attitude you had on defense just now?!"

"If you still consider me a brother, and still acknowledge me as your former captain, then fucking show me what you've got!"

"Come and fuck me! Stop me! Defeat me with all your might!"

The roar echoed across the training field.

Everyone was stunned, including the furious Duke coach.

He squinted, staring intently at the two figures facing off beside him, his expression complex and unreadable.

Bruce held the football in both hands.

His strong body trembled almost imperceptibly.

It wasn't fear, but a burning fighting spirit that had been completely ignited!

He abruptly raised his head, staring intently at Li Ang through his mask, and then let out a roar of fury:

"Dry!!!"

He slammed the rugby ball hard onto the grass with a thud.

Then he abruptly turned around, facing his teammates with varying expressions, and roared in an almost screaming voice:

"Dry!!!"

The players on the first team were spurred on by Bruce's ferocious aura, and their pent-up shame and anger found an outlet.

The crowd followed suit and roared in unison:

"Dry!!!"

His eyes regained their fierce and focused intensity, like those of an enraged pack of wolves.

The Duke coach, unusually, did not immediately reprimand the man who witnessed this.

He simply pursed his thick lips, his face taut, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Li Ang and Bruce.

A deep sense of surprise and unfathomable contemplation flashed across his eyes.

This Chinese-American kid...

It's not just about speed and courage.

In just two short sentences, Bruce, who had previously shown no fighting spirit, and his defeated teammates, were able to rekindle their fighting spirit.

This method of boosting morale... is hardly what an academic student would do.

He's like a...

leader!

"Touchdown score, 6 points."

Coach Duke took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his mind, and announced in as calm a voice as possible:

"Team Two, prepare for the extra-point shot!"

Back in the second half of the penalty area, after a brief celebration, Li Ang waved to signal the kickers from the special operations team to come on.

The kicker for the second team was a tall, thin, and quiet third-year student.

Because special operations teams have limited playing time, and their opportunities to participate in combat are generally limited.

Therefore, the special operations team, as substitutes, had even less chance to play.

Therefore, this kicker named Carl was participating in a relatively formal match outside of training for the first time.

He faced the growing crowd of spectators outside the stadium, holding the ball, his face pale beneath his helmet.

You can even hear your heart pounding wildly in your chest.

The other members of the second team, as well as the students on the sidelines whose emotions had been completely ignited by Li Ang's performance, were all watching Karl with bated breath.

Having witnessed Li Ang's breathtaking, dreamlike counterattack touchdown, the despair they had felt—of being "just there to accompany the prince" and "destined to be brutally crushed"—had long since vanished.

Instead, a faint hope emerged.

It's like a salted fish longing to turn over, or a second team longing to ride on the head of the first team and defecate.

Watch as Karl measures his steps and adjusts his angle behind the shooting spot.

Someone, in a trembling yet expectant voice, whispered:

"Go for it, Carl! You can do it!"

Immediately afterward, as if a fuse had been lit, more members of the second team, and even some students on the sidelines, joined in the shouting.

The sounds grew louder and more synchronized:

"Go for it, Carl!"

"Kick it in!"

"Let's take this point!"

"Karl! Karl! Karl!"

Karl stood behind the ball, listening to the cheers from behind and feeling countless eyes focused on him.

The pressure didn't decrease; instead, it pressed down like a mountain, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

He knew the importance of this point; he knew that if he scored, the team would gain 7 points and a psychological advantage.

If you miss...

He dared not think.

He took a deep breath, then another, trying to recall the feeling during training.

Step back, stand still, take a running start, and kick!

"Bang!"

The sound of the instep striking the ball was slightly muffled.

The rugby ball spun as it flew through the air, tracing an arc.

At first, the trajectory seemed straight, but midway through the flight, it visibly began to deviate outwards...

"Whoosh—"

The ball grazed the outer edge of the left goalpost and flew out of bounds at a tiny angle.

Extra point shot, failed.

They only got 6 points, with no extra points.

"well--!!!"

A huge, unified sigh rang out from the sidelines.

The flame of hope that had just been ignited by the touchdown seemed to have been doused with cold water by this wide shot.

Karl clutched his head in anguish, collapsed to his knees on the grass, and slumped down.

"It's alright, Carl! Lift your head!"

A firm and powerful voice rang out.

It's Li Ang.

He rushed forward and forcefully pulled Karl, who had fallen to his knees, to his feet.

She grabbed his shoulders tightly with both hands, forcing Carl to look at her.

Li Ang's gaze was calm yet powerful.

"Listen, it's just an extra point! What did we just do? We just got a touchdown return from the first team over those old guys! A whole six points! We got it all by ourselves! Isn't that fucking awesome?!"

Li Ang spoke loudly, making sure his teammates around him could hear him.

"You missed that one, no problem! We'll give you another chance if you get a touchdown next time! Hold your head up, buddy! Just standing there under pressure, you were already a warrior! Well done!"

Karl looked up and met Leon's calm eyes, which were filled with unwavering trust.

He glanced around at his teammates, who, though disappointed, showed no signs of blame.

With his regret and pressure lessened slightly, he sniffed, nodded vigorously, and said in a muffled voice:

"...Next time, I'll definitely score!"

"That's right!"

Li Ang patted him hard on the back, then turned around, facing all the second-team members who were looking at him, raised his arms and roared:

"Defense! Get in! It's our turn to hold them off! Let's show them that we can not only score, but also defend them so badly they'll be running for their lives! Go!"

"yes!"

The second team members, especially the defensive team members, were infected by Li Ang's emotions and echoed him in unison.

Although her voice was still a little weak, her eyes no longer held the initial timidity, but instead showed a hint of determination.