I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

"brother?!"

This strange word, which came out of Li Ang's mouth suddenly, was clearly heard throughout the entire arena.

For a moment, almost everyone on and off the field was stunned.

Many people looked bewildered and confused.

A buzz of discussion immediately arose in the audience.

A student wearing a baseball cap scratched his head, looking at his companion with a puzzled expression:

"Huh? Bro? What the hell?"

Another student, who knew a little more, was unsure of the authentic pronunciation:

"Is it a code? Aren't all football tactical codes like this? They're weird."

The cheerleader standing in front of the two couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh, turning around to interject:

"But this is so weird... Calling the opposing defense 'brother'? It sounds kind of gay."

……

"brother?!"

The Duke coach on the sidelines raised his eyebrows the moment he heard the word.

What is this doing?

Howling and screaming?

Beg Bruce for mercy?

Do not!

wrong!

Could it be a tactical code?

No way!

The Duke coach was immediately startled by his own conjecture.

He couldn't believe that a student, in his first time leading a team, in such a chaotic situation, under Bruce's deadly pursuit, still had the energy to observe the entire scene and even shout out tactical signals.

How is that possible?

He was just a temporary replacement for the second team quarterback, a... Chinese-American kid!

He must be bluffing to disrupt our defense!

That must be it!

……

"brother?!"

Bruce, who was in full pursuit of Leon, froze abruptly upon hearing the word.

The pursuit was momentarily halted by the momentary lapse in concentration!

This word... this code!

He knows it all too well!

This is one of the tactical code names that he and Li Ang have practiced countless times!

This means that no matter how other teammates run and distract, the wide receiver runs the deepest straight line and gets to the vicinity of the end zone.

As a quarterback, Li Ang would do everything he could to get the ball to him the moment he turned around!

Simple, direct, but requires absolute trust!

"Watch out in the backfield! Watch out in the backfield! He's going to make a long pass!"

Bruce practically screamed, turning sharply towards his own backcourt and roaring.

His voice was distorted with extreme shock and anxiety.

He knew better than anyone that once Li Ang found an opening, he could execute this "brother" tactic that he was extremely familiar with.

With Li Ang's surgically precise passes...

The consequences could be disastrous!

However, Bruce's warning came too late!

After practicing the sect's techniques, Li Ang's physique is now vastly different from what it used to be.

With the support of his internal energy, he could accumulate power at an alarming speed.

Li Ang's right hand, holding the ball, lashed backward like a whip, using the core strength from twisting his waist and abdomen.

The power of the whole body rises from the soles of the feet, passes through the waist, hips, and shoulders, is transmitted to the arms, and then explodes out through the wrists and fingers!

The rugby ball flew out of his hand like a precision-guided missile tearing through the air.

With a low, swift, and intensely spinning straight line, it pierced through the heads of the frontcourt players still embroiled in a chaotic battle near the center line.

Fly towards the front!

Meanwhile, wide receiver Terry, upon hearing the word "brother," immediately executed a sudden change of direction, following the tactics Li Ang had laid out before the game.

He cleverly outmaneuvered the cornerback who was marking him, successfully getting half a body length away!

He then sprinted frantically with all his might toward the depths of the terminal area, toward the location Li Ang had previously designated!

"Intercept! Quick! Stop that rookie wide receiver!"

The cornerbacks and safety guards of the first team were terrified.

He desperately turned around and rushed towards Terry, trying to make up for his lost position.

Terry heard the wind and his teammates' exclamations.

He kept Li Ang's instructions firmly in mind and didn't turn back until he reached the end of the end zone.

Turning around, I saw the rugby ball spinning, flying towards my chest like a shooting star.

His mind went blank.

Images of being scolded for failing to catch the ball countless times during training flashed through my mind.

But this was quickly replaced by Li Ang's trusting gaze and the trust contained in the word "brother".

He stretched out his hands, reaching towards the rugby ball that seemed to carry all his hopes.

"Snapped!"

A clear, reassuring sound rang out.

The rugby ball landed steadily in Terry's arms, like a bird returning to its nest.

The immense impact caused him to stagger forward two steps.

But he still held the ball firmly with his arms and chest.

He caught it!

Within the terminal area!

No one can interfere in time!

Touchdown!

"Beep—!!!"

The Duke coach blew his whistle again.

This time, the sharp whistle was filled with disbelief.

It even carried a slight tremor that he himself was unaware of.

The pass is valid!

While single-handedly holding off the team's star player Bruce, Li Ang delivered a long-range rainbow pass that spanned half the court with surgical precision.

Assisted rookie wide receiver Terrence from the second team to score a touchdown!

12: 7!

The second team has taken the lead again!

The entire training ground fell into a deathly silence for the third time.

It was more thorough and longer than the last time.

Terry stood in the end zone, holding the ball, looking completely bewildered.

He still seemed unable to believe that he could catch a touchdown in a game against a team of veterans.

The other members of the second team had just finished a tug-of-war with the first team's defenders.

Because of the difference in physical fitness, he had already been beaten black and blue.

However, in this round, despite being half-dead from the impact, everyone fought to the death and refused to retreat.

No one left their position open, allowing defenders to increase the burden of Li Ang's movement.

At this moment, the heroes who scored the points were also stunned, unable to believe what was happening before their eyes.

Coach Duke swallowed hard, his expression completely changing.

The previous contempt, disdain, rage, and mockery have slowly disappeared.

The expression on his face at that moment revealed a hint of shock that even he himself was unwilling to admit.

This kid...

A touchdown on the return of the kickoff was no fluke.

This precise, cold-blooded long pass was no fluke.

His amazing speed and stamina

A tactical mind that remains sharp even under pressure

Unparalleled leadership skills in motivating teammates, provoking opponents, and controlling the pace of the game...

This kid's got something!

For the first time, Coach Duke's heart sank with unease because of this young Chinese-American on the court.

On one team's side, someone muttered a curse:

"A generous gift from Shirtwaist..."

The voice wasn't loud, but it expressed the feelings of almost all the team members at that moment.

This time, no one could say things like "luck," "good fortune," or "being clever."

If the tip-off return for a touchdown could be attributed to the first team's special teams underestimating the opponent and being slow to get going.

That touchdown in the current offensive round was earned through sheer hard work and tenacity in positional warfare.

The second team's offensive line, through almost suicidal entanglement, managed to hold off the first team's defensive line.

That Chinese-American kid, Li Ang, struggled for a long time under Bruce's relentless, deadly pursuit.

Finally, seizing a fleeting opportunity, he delivered a rainbow pass that spanned half the court and was so precise it made one's scalp crawl.

And Terry, the rookie wide receiver who was usually not very good at catching the ball in practice, actually caught the ball in the end zone.

This isn't luck, it's tactics.

It is a perfect combination of individual ability, team execution, and on-the-spot judgment.

Moreover, they managed to win the game through tactics and sheer willpower, even when the individual abilities of the second team members were completely outmatched by the first team.

Several of the first team's defenders lowered their heads, looking at their hands with some confusion.

Or they might simply plop down on the grass, their chest heaving.

The fierceness and anger in his eyes had been replaced by a deeper sense of frustration and disbelief.

Even Bruce stood still, his hands on his knees, panting heavily.

He looked at Terry, who was surrounded by his teammates in the end area.

He then looked at the figure of number 21 in the distance, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

On the sidelines, a man wearing glasses, who appeared to be a math teacher, subconsciously took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and said:

"My God... that pass... during that run... how did he pass the ball so accurately? That control..."

A school janitor standing nearby, clearly a seasoned football fan, gestured excitedly as he said:

"It wasn't just passing! Did you see that? He was constantly observing! While he was circling Bruce, his eyes never stopped, they were always looking at the attacking third!"

"What the hell is this reading ability?! And those big oafs from the second team, they didn't let up even after being beaten like that! This discipline... Holy crap, is this really the second team I know?"

A senior student who had previously been a staunch supporter of Team One now had an extremely serious expression, even showing a hint of reverence, and said:

"I take back what I said earlier. This guy... Lightspeed Runner #21, right? He's not just fast. He really knows how to play, and he plays better than most people on the team. I hate to say it, but I really think... he's way better than Jack."

This time, the cheers for Li Ang were no longer limited to the second team's supporters.

Many neutral students, and even some spectators who originally supported Team One, couldn't help but start chanting along.

After all, strength is always the fastest way to earn respect.

On the court, Li Ang led the second team's offensive group quickly to Terry, who was still kneeling in the end zone, holding the ball and staring blankly.

He pulled him up, wrapped his arms tightly around his neck, helmet to helmet, and shouted:

"Well done, Terry! You did it! I knew you could do it!"

Terry looked up, his face flushed red from excitement and lack of oxygen.

He stammered:

"No, Li Ang, it was you...it was your pass that was so good, and you also held Bruce back...I...I didn't really see the ball clearly..."

Li Ang shook his head and released him.

His gaze swept over his teammates, who had gathered around him, each with bruised and swollen faces but gleaming eyes, and he said:

"No, it was all of us. Without each of you desperately holding off the opponent, buying me even a little bit of time, without you creating openings and stretching the defense, I couldn't have done anything."

He reached out and patted the shoulder of a defensive tackle next to him with heartache.

That guy was beaten black and blue by the team, and his shoulder armor was even knocked askew.

Li Ang's slap made him wince in pain.

But the expression on his face was as excited as a child's.

"Look at yourselves! Who were we just facing? The first team from River Valley Academy! Knight Bruce! But we weren't afraid! We held on! We fought back! And we scored!"

He paused, his gaze sharp, his voice filled with unwavering conviction:

"Remember this feeling. Remember how we did it. We can do even more! Because we are one now! We are brothers! Right?"

"right!!"

All the attacking members of the second team, who were gathered together, shouted with all their might:

"We are brothers!"