I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 135 Crushing

Quarterback Jonas Miller was ashen-faced.

The boos that swept through the entire arena and the undisguised mockery from his opponents felt like cold steel needles piercing his spine.

He could clearly feel his calves trembling slightly and uncontrollably beneath the gaiters.

As a quarterback, one's responsibility is to assign tactics to teammates.

But Jonas is not Jack.

He didn't know what to say.

He thought for a moment and tried in vain to rally some morale.

However, his voice was dry and weak, and he couldn't even convince himself: "Guys, hold on, hold on—we'll get this set right and take the first strike—"

Everyone was dejected and no one paid him any attention.

On the other side, the lumberjacks' defense team seemed completely relaxed and on vacation.

They bumped shoulders with each other, pointed at the Cavaliers' seemingly thin offensive line, and laughed loudly without any attempt to hide their laughter.

Captain and star center Dwayne Johnson stood like a yellow fortress in the center of the defense.

He twisted his thick neck, making a "crack" sound.

Then he deliberately turned towards Bruce, slowly raised his hand, and made a throat-slitting gesture towards him.

A cruel yet mocking smile, like a cat toying with a mouse, graced his face.

Jonas also witnessed this scene, swallowed a mouthful of non-existent saliva, and forcibly suppressed the gagging sensation in his throat.

With a trembling voice, he shouted the command: "Ready—on your marks—kick off!"

He received the ball from center Bruce through his legs, quickly retreated three steps, and scanned the frontcourt with anxious and flustered eyes.

In this round, his tactic was to execute a simple, quick short pass to the running back.

However, the Lumberjacks' defensive line was activated the instant the ball was kicked off.

Their passing and movement were fierce and coordinated, especially Dwayne Johnson in the middle.

The explosive power this giant unleashed was terrifying.

He was up against the Cavaliers' star center, Bruce.

Bruce roared and slammed his shoulder into the air.

But the moment he made contact, his heart sank.

The impact of the opponent's combined strength and skill far exceeded expectations!

At the moment of impact, Johnson used Bruce's forward momentum to quickly turn and step forward, his thick arm pinning Bruce's core and forcefully dislocating him to the side!

"Bang!"

The dull thud of muscles and bones.

Bruce, who is the best in physical fitness at River Valley Academy, was knocked off balance and stumbled in the first exchange by Johnson from the Lumberjacks!

Although he quickly managed to stabilize himself thanks to his terrifying physical abilities, a hole had already been torn in the barrier leading to the center of the pocket!

"The pocket's about to burst! Protect the quarterback!"

Bruce's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared as he tried to turn around and finish the job.

However, Johnson's heavy body and the subsequent entanglement made it difficult for him to break free for a while.

Jonas had just retreated to his third step when he saw that despairing yellow mountain of flesh had already crushed his hastily filling in for his teammates and was rushing towards him!

The muscular, grinning faces of the lumberjacks' defense team members magnified rapidly in his suddenly contracting pupils.

Extreme fear gripped him instantly.

He instinctively screamed and staggered to the right in a panic.

At the same time, out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to catch a glimpse of our wide receiver struggling to break free of the defender in the distance.

He had no time to adjust, and no space to observe.

Under immense psychological pressure and the imminent threat of being captured, he almost closed his eyes and, with his upper body contorted, desperately threw the rugby in that direction.

The ball traced a soft, weak, high, and drifting parabola in the air.

Like a piece of abandoned property wandering aimlessly, its route has clearly deviated from its goal.

"Terrible pass! Disastrous decision! Jonas Miller completely lost his mind under the pressure from the defense!"

The commentator, Larry, screamed gleefully over the radio.

In the blink of an eye, a yellow lightning bolt streaked in from the flank!

It was the Lumberjacks' cornerback who had anticipated the hasty passing route.

He leaped high, stretched his body, and effortlessly intercepted the pass that seemed like a gift delivered to his door!

"Interception complete!!! The lumberjack's cornerguard has completed the interception! He's completely alone! Turn! Start! Full speed ahead! Unstoppable!"

Jonas watched in despair as the yellow figure, like a cheetah freed from all restraints, easily evaded the first Cavaliers player who pounced in vain.

He sped along the sideline, charging into the end zone, and even had time to jump up and slam the ball hard onto the ground.

"Touchdown—!!! In the very first defensive round, the Lumberjacks scored a touchdown on a clean and brutal interception return! 7-0! It's like they're taking a stroll in their own backyard!"

"The lumberjacks' defense delivered a resounding, bloody slap to the River Valley Knights!"

"Wow! Look! Cavaliers rookie quarterback Jonas Miller, look at him, he's kneeling on the ground with his face in his hands, he looks like he's completely broken down!"

Inside the end zone, the Timbers cornerback, having completed the interception and return touchdown, roared excitedly and slammed the ball hard into the ground.

Then he started dancing wildly.

His yellow teammates swarmed him, tackled him to the ground, and piled him on top of each other like a human pyramid.

Captain Johnson strolled leisurely over to Bruce, who was staring intently at him, looked down at Bruce, and said slowly, "Welcome to the Lumberjacks' Camp, rookie. I hope you and your quarterback enjoy our hospitality."

Soon, the lumberjacks' kicker calmly slotted the extra point into the goal.

7: 0.

The yellow sea of ​​fans at the home stadium went completely wild.

The Cavaliers players were demoralized.

Jonas Miller knelt on the grass, his hands tightly gripping his helmet, his shoulders shaking violently.

The Duke coach stood on the sidelines, his face ashen.

Offense and defense shift.

It was the lumberjacks' turn to attack.

Their attacking group entered the field with a composed stride.

Core quarterback Kyle Anderson remained calm and composed.

The logging team's attack was efficient, concise, and ruthless.

Their offensive line was like a perfectly coordinated yellow heavy machine, always able to protect Kyle no matter how much pressure the Cavaliers' defense applied.

The running backs have plenty of impact, and the wide receivers have precise routes.

The Cavaliers' defense, especially Bruce, resembled a cornered beast.

He roared as he charged forward, but the lumberjacks' offensive line always managed to contain him by double-teaming or blocking him.

When he tries to mark the running back, the opponent can easily break through with a simple short pass.

Kyle stood in the pocket, strolling leisurely.

He was almost unaffected, repeatedly tearing apart the Cavaliers' leaky second line of defense with precise passes.

In less than four minutes, the Lumberjacks advanced into the Cavaliers' red zone with six fluid attacks.

The Cavaliers' defense was panting heavily and exhausted.

Another attack.

The logging team set up a shotgun formation.

Kyle quickly kicks off, feints a run and then passes the ball.

The Cavaliers cornerback hesitated for a moment, and the Lumberjacks wide receiver easily left him two body lengths behind with a beautiful V-shaped trajectory.

Kyle's pass arrived almost the instant the wide receiver stepped into the corner of the end zone.

The receiver catches the ball comfortably, adjusts his footing, lands firmly within the bounds, and raises the ball overhead.

"Another touchdown! 13-0! The game looks like it's already over by the first quarter! The Timbers are like a cold, efficient machine, cutting through the Cavaliers' defense! The Cavaliers are helpless! Bruce is giving it his all, but he can't carry the team alone!"

The lumberjacks calmly high-fived each other and left the field relaxed.

Kyle simply bumped fists with the wide receiver who ran over.

On the Cavaliers' side, Bruce braced himself with his hands on his knees, his helmet drooping heavily, large beads of sweat rolling down and leaving dark dots on the grass.

His chest heaved violently as he stared intently at the messy lawn before him, his eyes churning with resentment, anger, and a profound sense of powerlessness.

Soon, the lumberjacks' kicker calmly slotted in the extra point again.

14: 0.