I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 137 Damn it!

In an instant, you could hear a pin drop in the changing room.

Everyone was stunned.

Staring blankly at the person who should have been lying in a hospital bed, but who had miraculously appeared here at the door.

The Duke coach was the first to react.

He turned around abruptly, his eyes wide open.

The expression on his face changed from extreme gloom to incredulous astonishment within seconds.

Then came a twisted feeling of ecstasy and relief.

It made his face look somewhat comical.

"Li—Li Ang?! My God, is it really you?!"

A substitute player cried out in shock.

Bruce suddenly looked up.

The movement aggravated his injured left shoulder, and the sharp pain made him gasp instantly, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

But at almost the same moment, a burning light flashed in his eyes as he stared intently at the doorway.

Jonas also lifted his pale face from his knees and stared blankly at Li Ang.

His eyes were incredibly complex.

There was shame, confusion, utter disgrace, and a faint glimmer of hope that even he himself was unaware of.

Li Ang's self-scanning light swept quickly and steadily across the locker room.

He took in the dejected look of his teammates, their wounds, the glaring bandage on Bruce's shoulder, and the pervasive sense of despair in the air.

He didn't say anything more, but simply closed the locker room door behind him.

To shut out that annoying noise.

Then he raised his hand and ripped off the hood from his head.

Bruce struggled to move, but was held down by the team doctor beside him.

But he ignored everything and asked in a hoarse, agitated voice, "Li Ang?! You—how did you get here? Shouldn't you be at the school hospital? Dr. Payton, she—how could she let you go? Your injuries—"

Li Ang looked at Bruce's left shoulder, which was wrapped in bandages and swollen, and then slowly glanced around at the faces in the locker room, some ashen, some numb, and some filled with resentment.

He calmly began, "Before I even reached the stadium entrance, I heard that idiotic commentator inside spewing nonsense, and that bunch of noisy, idiotic spectators outside, how they were slandering my brother."

He paused, his gaze sharpening like an eagle's as he swept over every pair of eyes.

"My brothers are here, being treated like dogs, being shitted on, beaten black and blue, their dignity trampled into the mud."

His tone suddenly rose, carrying an undeniable resolve: "How the hell could I possibly lie on a hospital bed, pretending to be a fucking, limp, seriously injured soldier?"

"Listen, even if I, Li Ang, die in pain on this field today, I'll crawl over here and be with you!"

He spoke each word clearly and decisively: "Fuck! His! Mother! !"

These words were like a red-hot ember thrown into icy, despairing stagnant water.

With a "whoosh," the oppressive and stagnant air in the locker room seemed to be ignited instantly!

Several young players' eyes instantly reddened, and they abruptly straightened their backs from the bench.

Jonas looked up, staring blankly at Li Ang, his lips moving but no sound coming out.

Bruce bit his lower lip hard and slammed his uninjured right fist into his strong thigh with a dull thud.

The Duke coach strode over, unusually without roaring or cursing.

He walked up to Li Ang and looked him up and down carefully.

As if to confirm that this was not an illusion.

His brow furrowed, his eyes filled with concern: "Chinese kid, tell me the truth. Your body—is it really up to it? Don't fucking try to be a hero with me; your ribs and brain aren't to be trifled with!"

"If I worsen my injury for a match that's already—and very difficult to come back from—I can't take that responsibility!"

Li Ang met the Duke coach's gaze, which was a mixture of worry and scrutiny, without flinching.

"Don't worry, Coach. I know what I'm doing. I won't give up until I win the New York State championship."

Coach Duke was startled.

He gave Li Ang a deep look.

I never expected that this Chinese-American kid would have such a deep-seated obsession and ruthlessness.

However, the Duke coach is not optimistic about this.

There's nothing we can do; the opposing lumberjack team is just too damn strong.

Moreover, the current point difference is so large that it's despairing.

Bruce, this formidable player, is also nearing the end of his rope.

It's so difficult, so incredibly difficult. Winning today's match is practically an impossible task.

Li Ang didn't say another word.

He walked straight to his locker and deftly began to take off his hoodie and jeans.

She was already wearing a close-fitting sports bra underneath.

He opened the cabinet door, took out the familiar dark blue No. 21 jersey, took a deep breath, and slowly put it on.

It was as if he had donned a battle robe.

Then, he began to put on his protective gear methodically.

Shoulder pads, chest protectors, arm guards, gloves —

His movements were steady, focused, and meticulous.

This almost indifferent calm was like a gentle breeze, quietly dispelling some of the gloom that had been hanging over the team members' hearts.

They looked at each other, a faint light returning to their eyes, and began to silently check their equipment.

The second half is about to begin.

Because the Lumberjacks won the first half, they chose "defense".

According to the rules, the Cavaliers will have the right to choose who goes first before the second half begins.

The referee contacted the Cavaliers' bench.

Without any hesitation, the Duke coach said in a deep voice, "River Valley Academy, choose offense."

The special operations team began its deployment.

Li Ang personally took on the role of the counter-attacker.

Larry Jensen's annoying voice immediately rang out from the commentary booth.

With his usual sarcasm and mockery: "Oh? The Cavaliers chose to go on offense? It seems Coach Duke hasn't completely given up! Although reason and the score tell me that to close a 28-point gap in just two quarters, unless the Virgin Mary herself comes out on the court to play wide receiver, at least this choice shows that they still want to fight, rather than just giving up."

"Alright, let's see what this battered and demoralized team can manage on their first attack of the second half. I guess—probably another third-down exit?"

On the field, the special operations teams from both sides began to enter the game.

On the lumberjacks' side, the players appeared unusually relaxed.

They high-fived each other and chatted.

Some people even made muscle-flexing gestures in front of the audience.

In their view, the game had already entered garbage time.

The remaining time is at best just going through the motions, and maybe we can even rack up some impressive stats.

On the Cavaliers' side, Li Ang had already put on his blue helmet, his eyes cold and calm beneath the mask.

He walked to the position of the return player, slightly bent his knees, and looked towards the opposite half of the court.

This unusual arrangement was immediately captured by the camera, and it also surprised the commentator.

"Wait a minute—guys, look at this! It seems the Cavaliers have changed their offensive return player?"

Larry's voice carried obvious doubt and curiosity: "Not that timid young man from the first half. Who is this guy? His number is—21?"

"Assistant! Quickly, get me the information on player number 21 from River Valley Academy, right now!"

The on-site assistant quickly handed a thin sheet of information to the commentary booth.

Larry glanced at it quickly, a mocking expression immediately appearing on his face.

He spoke loudly into the microphone in his signature, highly persuasive tone: "Alright, dear viewers, here's the information! Li Ang, a second-year high school student at River Valley Academy, hehe, a Chinese-American kid, those who know, know! His height and weight look average, and his registered location is—"

"A quarterback? Ha! A quarterback, running to break the ball and return the ball?"

"Furthermore, the records show that he has never appeared on River Valley Academy's official match roster before, and he doesn't have a single minute of playing time in the state league! Today is his debut, his first appearance!"

He paused deliberately, letting the audience process the information, before continuing in an exaggerated tone: "My God! It seems Coach Duke and his Cavaliers have completely given up on this game and are starting to use the precious garbage time to train their rookies! They've even brought in the quarterback to play backs—how imaginative is that?"

"Alright, I declare that the last shred of suspense in this match has completely vanished! Let's cheer in advance for our valiant and invincible lumberjacks' home victory! Hooray—!"

He was met with even louder cheers and whistles from the stands, a sound filled with the joy of victory.