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After a brief period of tactical preparation, both teams lined up again on either side of the kickoff line.

The team's defense was aggressive, especially Bruce, who stood in the center of the defensive line like a tiger ready to devour its prey.

His eyes, visible through his helmet and mask, were fixed on Li Ang, who stood behind the center.

That gaze seemed to carry a tangible heat and weight.

Round begins!

The second team's center forward held the ball with both hands, took a deep breath, and looked at Li Ang behind him.

Li Ang nodded slightly, signaling the start of the game.

"Ready, set, kick off!"

The center forward kicks off, quickly passing the ball between his legs.

Li Ang stepped back and caught the ball steadily.

Almost at the same time, a surprising scene unfolded.

The five attacking forwards of the second team followed Li Ang's instructions.

They didn't retreat as quickly as usual to try and form a pocket to protect the quarterback.

Instead, like soldiers who have heard the bugle call to charge, they roared and lunged one-on-one at the defensive forwards they were matched up against!

Hug your waist!

A head-on confrontation!

Pushing and shoving!

Using every means possible, all for one purpose.

That is to keep the opponent in your position occupied and buy time for Li Ang!

For a moment, the area near the tee line descended into chaos, a brawl that resembled a street fight.

However, in front of Bruce, the star linebacker who should have been the sharpest weapon to attack the quarterback, there was a strange, unobstructed blank space.

The second team didn't assign a single attacking forward to stop him!

"This formation...this tactic...?!"

On the sidelines, some sharp-eyed substitutes and knowledgeable spectators exclaimed in surprise, their voices filled with disbelief.

The Duke coach's pupils suddenly contracted.

The smugness on his face and the smile he had just regained froze instantly.

It immediately turned into unbelievable rage and a kind of shame and anger as if his sore spot had been touched!

He took a sudden step forward, the veins on his neck bulging again, and roared with all his might towards Li Ang on the field:

"Shotgun formation?! Five players spreading out the offensive line to isolate the attacker?! Damn it! You Chinese kid! Who the hell do you think you are?! Marcus, the star quarterback from Fordham Prep?! You dare use their tactics?! Use the tactics that humiliated me last Friday against me?!"

As a tactical mastermind, Coach Duke naturally recognized the tactic at a glance.

Last Friday against Fordham Prep, their cunning quarterback Marcus used a similar tactic of spreading out the offensive line, using quick short passes and his own mobility to isolate and wear down Bruce.

Ultimately, they wore down and out the Cavaliers' defensive linchpin, Bruce, and won the game.

This was considered a great disgrace by the Duke coach.

This is the pain point that he repeatedly roared at and demanded his team members overcome during the past week of training.

He never expected that this damned, unknown Chinese kid, Li Ang, would dare to use almost the exact same tactics against him and Bruce in the internal competition where they had made a bet!

This was not just a tactical choice; in his view, it was blatant mockery and provocation!

Bruce instantly understood Li Ang's intention.

He was not angry at the other party for copying Fordham Prep Academy's tactics.

Instead, an even more intense, almost bursting, fighting spirit ignited in his eyes!

it is good!

brothers!

Since this is what you want—to give it your all!

Let's go then!

Bruce let out a deep, oppressive roar, like a cannonball, and pounced on Leon, who was retreating to observe!

It was incredibly fast, with the momentum of a heavy truck speeding at full speed, carrying the determination to crush everything in its path!

However, Li Ang seemed to have anticipated all of this.

He didn't stay put like a typical quarterback, waiting for protection that was unlikely to come.

Or pass the ball hastily.

It moved at the very moment Bruce started!

Like a serpent that has been gathering its strength for a long time, Li Ang began to move quickly laterally along the starting line with the ball.

Meanwhile, the eyes under the helmet constantly scanned the movement of each receiving point in the attacking third, like radar.

Bruce lunged at him, but Leon nimbly dodged with a sideways slide.

Bruce missed his target, but the immense momentum propelled him several steps backward.

But he immediately stopped with his powerful body control, turned around, and pounced again with even greater speed!

Li Ang, using his relatively short and agile physique and amazing ability to start and change direction, constantly turned back, stopped suddenly, and started again within the limited lateral space.

He always maintained a dangerous, elusive distance from Bruce.

Just like in a bullring, a skilled matador is toying with an enraged bull.

It was constantly draining Bruce's strength and patience.

"Trying to wear me down? Using the same tactics you used on Marcus against me?"

Bruce hardened his heart, his blood boiling.

He pushed his speed to the limit, making each attack more ferocious.

They were determined to capture and kill this slippery brother in the shortest possible time.

End this absurd attack.

The scene on the field became bizarre and full of tension.

Near the tee line, ten burly men were locked in a fierce battle, grappling and shouting, their muscles clashing.

In the relatively open backfield, Li Ang and Bruce engaged in a thrilling chase.

Li Ang constantly maneuvered, turned back, and changed speed, taking advantage of the width of the field and Bruce's eagerness to succeed to outmaneuver him.

Bruce, with his monstrous physique, explosive power, and indomitable will, relentlessly pursued him, each pounce accompanied by a sharp whistling sound.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds...

The Duke coach initially wore a smirk, as if he was watching a good show.

With his arms crossed, he waited to see Li Ang run out of energy and be captured alive by Bruce, this physical monster.

After all, in his opinion, Li Ang's physique was not particularly strong and was even somewhat thin, so his physical strength could never be a match for a monster like Bruce.

Marcus Allen, the quarterback from Fordham Prep, was known for his excellent stamina and agility, which allowed him to barely withstand this attrition tactic for a period of time, but he was eventually forced into a sorry state.

As for this young Chinese-American?

What makes him dare to challenge his trusted lieutenant, Bruce?

Thirty seconds have passed...

Sixty seconds have passed...

Li Ang on the field was still running.

His speed did not seem to slow down at all.

The actions of shifting gears, stopping suddenly, and restarting remain fluid and agile.

Although I could hear my breathing becoming rapid through the mask, it was still audible.

But his steps remained steady, and his eyes continued to calmly scan the front of the field.

And Bruce...

This star dual-role forward, whose stamina is unfathomable and who can play the entire offensive and defensive game, has begun to show a slight, almost imperceptible, slowdown in his pursuit!

His heavy breathing could be faintly heard by those near the sidelines even through his mask.

Those steps, as heavy as a tank, also showed a hint of heaviness compared to the beginning!

His attacks remained fierce, but the frequency and accuracy seemed to have decreased slightly!

"This...how is this possible?!"

The sneer on Coach Duke's face vanished completely.

Instead, there was a profound sense of shock and disbelief.

He instinctively took a step forward, squinted, and stared intently at the Chinese boy on the field who was running and dodging like a tireless ghost.

This guy's physical abilities... are unfathomably profound?!

His absolute speed is already clearly superior to that of the Priests' star quarterback, Marcus!

And this ability to maintain physical strength and composure during high-speed, high-frequency changes of direction...

It's even more unbelievable!

No wonder he dared to use this tactic!

He wasn't simply imitating; he had absolute confidence!

Confident that his speed and stamina were sufficient to support this tactic, he could more effectively wear down or even break Bruce.

Even better than the Pastors' star quarterback Marcus last Friday!

The Duke coach was utterly shocked!

Soon, a safety guard who was supposed to be holding his position in the backcourt of the first team was drawn in by the realistic outside running route of the second team's running back.

He instinctively ran out of his defensive zone!

Li Ang, who had been observing every subtle movement in the frontcourt, suddenly had a glint in his eyes under his helmet!

It's now!

The window of opportunity he had been patiently waiting for finally opened!

Without any hesitation, Li Ang immediately roared:

"brother!"