I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 138 Counterattack!

Halfway through the logging team's game, team leader Dwayne Johnson is holding his helmet.

Looking at the somewhat "thin" blue number 21 figure in the opposite end zone, he grinned and sneered at quarterback Kyle Anderson, who was adjusting his gloves beside him: "Hey, Kyle, did you see that? They sent out a rookie who's never played a game before, and he's a fucking quarterback, to do the offensive job."

"Those damn rich kids at River Valley Academy really have no one else they can use!"

Kyle Anderson slowly put on his gloves, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

She merely glanced at the distance indifferently and said in a flat tone, "Boring. Let's finish this quickly; I want to go back and take a shower."

In his eyes, the match had long lost any competitive significance; all that remained was a tedious routine.

Li Ang stood in his own territory and gently moved his ankles and wrists.

His gaze calmly swept across the halfway line to the group of special operations team members of the logging team opposite him, who were wearing bright yellow jerseys, rubbing their hands together, and wearing relaxed or even playful smiles on their faces.

Beneath the mask, a barely perceptible, cold curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The lumberjacks' kicker jogged forward and placed the ball steadily on the kickoff spot.

The referee blew the whistle to start the second half of the game.

"Beep—!"

The Lumberjacks' kicker takes a run-up and kicks!

The bright orange football spun rapidly, hurtling towards the Cavaliers' end zone.

Li Ang stood firmly at the deepest part of the Cavaliers' end zone, his feet seemingly nailed to the grass.

He slightly bent his knees, keeping his center of gravity low, and the muscles in his shoulders and back rippled faintly under his tight jersey.

His gaze, sharp as an eagle's, was fixed on the spinning black dot in the sky beneath his helmet.

Soon, the ball flew closer.

Li Ang took a precise step forward in the direction of the incoming ball, his arms outstretched as if they had been calculated in advance.

The hands form a perfect triangle for receiving the ball in front of the chest.

"Snapped!"

A solid and crisp thud.

The rugby ball seemed to be sucked into his arms, nestled firmly in his crook of the arm.

There was no shaking or rebound whatsoever.

Li Ang even used the impact of receiving the ball to his advantage, bending his waist and knees to perfectly neutralize the force.

The entire movement was fluid and graceful.

The entire process, from adjusting and receiving the ball to cushioning the impact, was completed in one smooth motion.

"Hey, look at that kid,"

In the stands, a Lumberjacks fan who had been drinking beer and loudly mocking the team put down his glass, raised an eyebrow in slight surprise: "His catch was clean and crisp, like a veteran."

"Indeed, shouldn't this kid retaliate next?"

"It's definitely a counterattack! These little bastards from the knights are so scared of us lumberjacks, how can they possibly fight back?"

"Hahaha! You're right! These cowardly shrimps of the valley!"

Almost everyone, including the burly men from the lumberjack special operations team wearing bright yellow jerseys on the field.

Everyone thought the Cavaliers would make that choice.

They wore relaxed, even slightly bored, smiles that spread out in a loose fan shape.

They jogged forward at a leisurely pace.

It was more like a routine stroll than a fierce tackle.

Their dominance over the Cavaliers in the first half made them completely let their guard down.

However, Li Ang made a decision that shocked everyone.

He did not kneel down.

He didn't hesitate for a moment as he held the ball firmly in his arms.

Holding the ball, he started jogging slowly along the edge of the end zone towards the Timbers.

One step, two steps, three steps —

His speed wasn't even running.

It's more like an old man taking a stroll.

"Um?"

One of the special operations team members leading the charge paused, instinctively slowing his pace and scratching his helmet. "What's this Chinese kid up to?"

"What's he trying to do? retaliate? Has he lost his mind?"

The teammates next to him also stopped sprinting, their faces filled with disbelief, as if they had seen something absurd.

"Ha! This yellow-skinned newbie is desperate to be a hero, isn't he?"

Another burly man with a face full of scars grinned cruelly, tilting his head towards his teammates. "Play with him, guys, give him a Lincoln Academy welcome!"

More people realized that Li Ang's counterattack was not a threat, but rather amusing.

They quickened their pace, but still maintained a leisurely, cat-and-mouse-like demeanor.

They moved to flank that reckless blue number 21.

Taking advantage of the opponent's collective contempt and relaxation, Li Ang had already taken the ball and ran across his own end zone line as easily as if taking a stroll.

Crossed the 5-yard line —

10-yard line —

He encountered almost no real resistance and advanced more than twenty yards in one go!

Those twenty-odd yards were completely handed over by the other side!

"What the hell?! This Chinese kid actually dared to fight back?! And he ran this far?!"

The first wave of boos and surprised murmurs arose from the stands.

The amused expressions on the faces of the Lumberjacks' fans disappeared.

Instead, there was a sense of offended anger.

"That damn Asian kid! Doesn't he know the rules? Does he think this is an exhibition match?"

"Damn it! Are our special operations team asleep? They just let him swagger in like that?"

"Grab that arrogant little bastard! Tear him to pieces!"

On the field, the special operations team members of the logging team gradually woke up from their complacency.

What followed was a fit of rage after being tricked.

How could a seemingly weak Chinese rookie advance more than twenty yards right under their noses in such a humiliating and leisurely manner?

This is practically shitting on their faces!

"You son of a bitch! Grab him!"

"Don't let him take another step!"

"Kill this cunning bastard!"

Four burly, yellow-skinned men closest to Li Ang, their faces contorted with rage, lunged at him viciously from different angles.

The outstretched arms were like a trap, determined to pin him down on the spot.

At this moment, Li Ang, who had remained calm and composed, suddenly had a cold glint in his eyes.

Just as the first apprentice rushed towards him with a whoosh, and his thick arm was about to wrap around his waist, Li Ang moved.

His seemingly steady pace suddenly changed!

With a powerful stomp of his left foot, he created a shallow crater in the grass, and his body, like a fully drawn bow released in an instant, burst forth with astonishing speed to the right!

With an incredibly swift lateral step, his shoulder deftly dipped with the momentum, and he slipped past the edge of the tackler's outstretched arms in the blink of an eye, the resulting gust of wind causing the opponent's jersey to flutter.

The attacker suddenly felt his arms go empty, and the immense momentum caused him to stumble forward several steps, almost falling to the ground.

The second attacker has arrived.

He anticipated Li Ang's trajectory after changing direction, his eyes flashing with ferocity. With a savage grin, he lowered his center of gravity and charged at Li Ang's side like a bull, intending to knock him down with a vicious impact.

However, as if Li Ang had eyes in the back of his head, in the split second before the other's shoulder was about to collide with his, he changed his footwork and performed a light and smooth spin on the spot, like dancing on the tip of a knife, barely avoiding the powerful impact.

At the same time, the centrifugal force generated by the rotation propelled him forward a bit further, increasing his speed instead of decreasing it!

"God! That was fast!" Someone on the Cavaliers' bench couldn't help but exclaim, excitedly standing up.

The third and fourth players came from behind, trying to close the goal.

Even while running at high speed, Li Ang maintained an astonishing composure. With a quick glance, just as the two were about to meet, he executed a realistic feint to the left, deceiving the defender in front and causing him to lunge to the left.

At the same time, he switched the ball to his left hand, exerted force with his right foot, and made a swift right cut, squeezing through the narrow gap between the two players that was not yet fully closed!

The other person's arm grazed past his armor, but he couldn't grab anything.

Ahead, there was a wide-open space!

Only the loggers' kicker remained, standing at the back, his face pale.

He tried to step forward to stop him, but his movements were stiff and slow.

Li Ang had already picked up his speed completely. He lowered his center of gravity and held the ball tightly between his arm and body.

Like a blue lightning bolt tearing through the yellow defense, it swept past the stunned kicker.

It only left a gust of wind in the same place.

Before my eyes, there was only a wide expanse of green grass and a dazzling white end line in the distance.