I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 127 I will lead the charge!

Li Ang waved and said:

"Offensive team, rest! Special teams, prepare for the extra points!"

This time, he looked at the kicker, Carl, again.

Karl took a deep breath, grabbed the ball, and headed towards the shooting spot.

Unlike last time, his eyes, though still tense, showed less confusion and fear, and more determination.

Behind him, all the members of the second team, whether on or off the field, spontaneously gathered at the sidelines.

No one organized it, but everyone clenched their fists and stared intently at him.

"Karl! Hold on!"

You can do it, bro!

"Just like in training!"

"Kick it in! We believe in you!"

The cheers were more unified and powerful than last time, carrying a sense of shared support.

Karl stood behind the ball, listening to the unwavering trust of his teammates.

He closed his eyes briefly, and when he opened them again, his gaze had calmed down.

Step back, measure, run-up, kick!

"Bang!"

The instep made a solid contact with the ball. The rugby ball's arc was more stable and straighter than before.

"Whoosh—!"

The ball passed precisely through the center of the goal, without even grazing the post.

Bonus points hit!

13: 7!

The second team's bench erupted in cheers, with players hugging and jumping wildly as if they had won the championship.

Carl was surrounded by his teammates who rushed up and slapped him hard.

This time, he finally showed a relieved smile.

In the ensuing game, the two teams engaged in a high-octane, high-scoring affair that left all the spectators speechless and Duke's coach on the edge of his seat.

Li Ang showed everyone why he dared to ask for the starting quarterback position.

He no longer relies solely on speed.

Faced with a more aggressive defensive attack from a team that had made adjustments, he repeatedly observed calmly in his pocket.

Finding defensive gaps in the blink of an eye, delivering precise bullet passes, and connecting with different receivers to continue advancing the ball.

He even once nimbly turned around and dodged a kill just as his pocket was about to be breached.

Then, as if by magic, he delivered a no-look pass to the running back who had quietly slipped to the corner.

They secured another crucial first attack.

Every time Li Ang made a brilliant play, Bruce on the other side would respond with his beastly strength and ruthless sprint.

He was like a tireless battering ram, carrying two or three defenders forward time and time again.

Use the most primitive and violent methods to score points for the team.

The rest of the team was also completely ignited, their defense became more aggressive, and their offensive coordination became more decisive.

The score went back and forth between the two sides.

The intensity and fierce competition of the match thrilled the spectators.

They completely forgot that this was just an internal competition.

Coach Duke's mood was like riding the craziest roller coaster.

He watched helplessly as his supposedly hopeless second team, led by that young Chinese-American, unleashed an energy and tactical prowess he had never imagined.

Every time he thought the team was going to widen the gap with their superior strength, Li Ang would always manage to keep the score close in an unexpected way, or even take the lead.

Looking at the glaring 32:31 on the scoreboard, the first team was only one point ahead.

With only three minutes left in the game, the match was over.

The Duke coach's palms were slightly sweaty.

He never imagined that in an internal competition, the first team would be pushed to this point by the second team.

Looking at the Chinese-American boy number 21 across from me, who was tired but whose eyes were still calm and composed.

For the first time, he felt a genuine unease about that absurd bet.

The atmosphere on Team Two's side was heavy, filled with an almost tragic belief.

After nearly twenty minutes of intense battle in both halves, the players were all exhausted and covered in bruises.

But their eyes shone brighter than ever.

They looked at Li Ang, who had gathered everyone together, their eyes filled with unwavering trust.

Even a hint of worship.

Li Ang's breathing was also somewhat rapid, and his internal energy was being depleted considerably, but his eyes remained sharp.

"Brothers, you guys worked really hard just now. You did the best job than anyone else. We wouldn't have made it this far without you."

He paused, his gaze becoming even more profound, and said:

"Now, there are only three minutes left. We're down by one point. We don't need complicated tactics, we don't need to count yards anymore."

He stretched out his hand, pointed to the end zone of the first team, and said clearly, word by word:

"For this round, my tactic is no tactic at all. I need all of you to charge with me!"

His words surprised all the team members.

Li Ang's voice suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable determination and a do-or-die, domineering air:

"I will lead the charge!"

"And you guys! Follow me and charge forward! Charge to the frontcourt, charge to the end zone, and then I'll choose the perfect moment to pass the ball to the right person!"

"I only have one chance to pass the ball! I believe in you! And please believe in me!"

A brief silence.

The defensive tackle, whose shoulder was swollen from the impact, was the first to growl out:

"Dry!"

We believe in you!

"Charge!!"

The remaining strength of the second team members seemed to be instantly ignited by these words, and they burst into a deafening roar.

The round begins.

kick off.

Team Two begins their attack from their own 25-yard line.

"Ready, set, kick off!"

There were no complicated formation changes, and no deceptive feints or passes.

The second team's attacking line, like martyrs who had heard the final charge, used their last bit of strength to launch a desperate attack on the first team's defensive line, which was waiting in full battle array!

They no longer pursued perfect cover, but only sought to break through the cracks with their bodies!

Rush!

Let's all charge forward together!

The audience was stunned.

The Duke coach was stunned.

The first team's defense was also stunned.

Nobody has ever seen such a chaotic, uncontrolled charge!

For a moment, everyone was unsure who to intercept.

The next moment, under the Duke coach's roar, they rushed to intercept the most threatening quarterback, Li Ang.

After receiving the serve from the center forward, Li Ang first glanced at the crowded defense in the frontcourt, then at the clock outside the court.

Then, he moved.

There is no lateral movement, and no roundabout consumption.

The moment that tiny gap appeared, barely breached by the bare hands of the attacking front.

Li Ang held the ball tightly in his arms, lowered his head, and lowered his center of gravity to the lowest point. Like a black cannonball fired from a gun, he launched a full-speed, unpretentious charge towards the end zone!

Shooting Star! Butterfly! Step!

fast!

Faster than when they launched their counterattack before!

It's as if all the previous preparations were for this final burst of energy!

The internal energy circulated wildly in the meridians, extracting the last bit of power to pour into the legs.

Stop him!!

"Don't let him start it!"

"Grab him!"

The first team's defenders were shocked; they hadn't expected Li Ang to choose such a simple, brutal, and almost suicidal ball-carrying charge.

Bruce was the first to react, roaring as he charged from the side like an enraged rhinoceros, crashing into Li Ang!

I grass!

So fast!

Li Ang hadn't expected Bruce to hit him so fast!

He had no time to dodge, so at the last second before the collision, he quickly activated the Meteor Butterfly Step, shifting his body to the side and sinking his shoulder.

Then he collided squarely with Bruce!

"Bang!"

The dull thud sent a chill down the spines of the entire audience.

Li Ang's body shuddered violently, and he was knocked away by Bruce.

Even with his early-stage Qi Refining ability, he still couldn't directly confront Bruce, who was at the third stage of Medicine Power.

However, Li Ang still managed to strike Bruce's side with his superb martial arts skills, using the Meteor Butterfly Step.

It made a lateral movement using the reaction force of the impact.

He skillfully avoided the interception of the other two defensive forwards and guards.

As soon as he landed, Li Ang coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"My God! He vomited blood!"

A female cheerleader watching the game couldn't help but scream and cover her mouth.

Many people instinctively stood on tiptoe, craned their necks, and their faces were filled with shock and worry.

Rugby is a high-intensity sport, and injuries are common.

But the scene of someone vomiting blood on the spot after a collision is still extremely impactful.

Especially since the target of the collision was the prehistoric behemoth Bruce.

Everyone couldn't help but worry whether Li Ang's small frame could withstand it.

"God...is he alright?"

"Should we stop the match? This is too dangerous!"

"Can he continue?"

Coach Duke's facial muscles twitched violently twice.

When he saw Li Ang being knocked away and coughing up blood, his first reaction was that his heart clenched.

What followed was an extremely contradictory emotion.

On one hand, he saw Bruce successfully intercept, almost ending the attack.

This means he's likely to win that damn bet, and Li Ang will be at his mercy.

On the other hand, watching that Chinese boy vomit blood and collapse to the ground...

His coaching instincts also made him feel uneasy.

This kid is really talented, he'll definitely be useful in Friday's game, I hope he doesn't get injured here!

"Damn it, that brat..."

Coach Duke muttered a curse under his breath, clenched his fists, and stared intently at the court.

He is ready to stop the game if things really look bad.

On the field, Li Ang felt a burning pain in his chest and a metallic taste in his throat.

It seems like Bruce knocked all the internal organs out of place.

But he simply wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his arm, showing no sign of backing down.

He held the rugby ball firmly under his ribs with one hand, and braced himself against the grass near his painful side with the other.

It actually bounced up from the ground!

The spectators on the sidelines erupted in incredulous gasps:

"He got up! He's still running!"

Li Ang suddenly picked up speed again, head down, ignoring the fresh blood still trickling from the corner of his mouth, and continued charging towards the frontcourt, towards that white end zone line!

A corner guard lunged and tackled Li Ang, who was short of breath and unable to dodge in time, and was hit directly in the waist.

He immediately vomited a large mouthful of blood again.

However, as soon as he fell to the ground, he immediately began crawling on the ground like a dog, using both his hands and feet.

After climbing a couple of steps, he quickly regained his balance, stood up immediately, and continued to rush forward!

Despite his disheveled appearance, he seemed to possess a tragic and resolute air about him.

"Li! Stop! Don't run!"

The cheerleaders who had been screaming earlier finally couldn't hold back their tears when they saw this scene.

Bruce, who was chasing after Li Ang and was about to pounce on him, stopped in his tracks when he saw Li Ang struggling to get up.

It actually stopped abruptly.

His brows furrowed tightly beneath his helmet, and his fists clenched.

He couldn't bring himself to do it.

Li Ang was, after all, his own brother, and he was clearly seriously injured.

The Duke coach on the sidelines noticed Bruce's hesitation.

He opened his mouth, but for the first time ever, he didn't roar in fury.

His gaze swept between Li Ang's stubbornly running back and the hesitant Bruce, his expression complex.

In the end, he just let out a heavy snort through his nose, crossed his arms, and continued watching with a gloomy expression.

The other team members also felt reluctant, but a game is a game.

Moreover, Coach Duke has given a strict order: if they lose, they have to use their own toothbrush to clean the toilet.

Therefore, after only a slight hesitation, they roared and pounced again!

The two defensive forwards closed in on either side like pincers, about to tackle the staggering Li Ang to the ground.

At this critical moment!

"Get out of here!"

"You bunch of idiots, get out of Li Ang's way!"

"Team One, I'll fuck you!"

"Li Ang! Charge!"

"Li Ang, charge! We're here!"

Several powerful roars rang out from the side!

Several teammates from the second team who had been sprinting towards the opponent's end zone suddenly ran back.

He volunteered to block the defensive team that came to intercept Li Ang.

They were already exhausted, but now they suddenly unleashed their last bit of strength.

They actually scrambled forward again, rolling and crawling.

He used his shoulder, his body, and even his head to slam into the two players from the first team who were trying to double-team Li Ang!

"Bang!"

"Thump!"

A dull thud.

The two first-team players were caught off guard and were knocked off balance by this sudden, almost suicidal block.

A gap appeared in the encirclement in an instant.

"Quickly! Li Ang, charge! Lead us in the attack!"

The defensive interceptor, whose shoulder was swollen and whose face was covered in mud and blood, roared at Li Ang with his last bit of strength.

Li Ang's eyes, hidden beneath his helmet, snapped open.

Without the slightest hesitation, and without even a moment to glance at his teammates who had cleared a bloody path for him.

He poured the last of his remaining internal energy and all his willpower into his feet, and from the gap that had been torn open by flesh and blood, he shot out like a black lightning bolt tearing through the twilight!

Rush!

Ahead, the terminal line is already in sight!

There were less than ten yards left to go!

But from the side and rear, even more dark figures were roaring and chasing after them!

Life and death speed!

One last gamble!

Ignoring everything else, Li Ang pushed his speed to the limit, his eyes fixed only on the white end zone line ahead.

The wind whistled in my ears.

The gasps of the audience, the shouts of teammates, and the roars of opponents all seemed to fade into distant background noise.

A security guard slid in from the side, and Li Ang suddenly changed direction.

Having exhausted his last bit of inner energy, he activated the skill once more!

Shooting Star! Butterfly! Step!

The sneakers scraped against the grass with a screeching sound, grazed the opponent's cleats, and kicked up a trail of grass clippings!

The last ten yards!

Five codes!

Two more first-team players, one on the left and one on the right, roared and attacked him from both sides like the last two gates!

Finished!

There's no more internal energy left!

But I still have physical fitness!

And also spirit and willpower!

I have a reason not to lose!

Li Ang roared, pouring the last of his strength and all his will into this final charge!

He didn't dodge anymore. Instead, he lowered his head, hugged the ball, and like an out-of-control train, crashed hard into the narrow gap between the two of them!

"Bang!"

The dull thud of muscles and bones colliding.

Li Ang felt as if he had crashed into two walls; everything went black before his eyes, and a metallic taste rose in his throat.

But with his unstoppable momentum and indomitable will, he actually managed to force a path through the two of them!

The two defenders were pulled to the sides by him.

There are no more obstacles ahead!

The white end line is right there!

Li Ang used his last bit of strength to leap forward!

His body traced a long arc in the air.

Then, it crashed heavily into the end zone.

The rugby ball in his arms was pressed tightly under his body, onto the soft grass.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.