I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 139: Kick-off Touchdown!

"He made it! He charged through! My God!"

The Cavaliers' bench erupted in cheers, and everyone jumped up.

"Touchdown return! It's a touchdown return!"

There are no more obstacles in sight.

Li Ang pushed his speed to the limit.

A strong wind blew in his face as he dashed across the forty-yard line.

30 yards line —

Twenty yards line —

10-yard line —

In the last few steps, he even slowed down slightly, as if taking a leisurely stroll, and steadily crossed the end zone line.

Step into the white area that symbolizes scoring.

Touchdown!

Li Ang knelt on one knee and gently placed the rugby ball on the soft grass in the center of the end zone.

Then he slowly stood up and patted the grass clippings off his gloves.

It's just a little bit of hardship!

"Beep—!"

The referee blew his whistle sharply, raised his arms high above his head, and waved them in a crisscross motion to indicate that the touchdown was valid!

"Touchdown—!!! Touchdown on the return of the first pitch!!! My God, this is unbelievable!"

The commentator, Larry, blared his astonishment over the loudspeaker throughout the arena. Even with his bias towards the home team, he couldn't ignore the fact: "River Valley Academy Knights' number 21, this first-time Chinese-American lad, Li Ang, has accomplished something—a 95-yard touchdown return! He drove straight from his own end zone to the opposing end zone! That's insane! That's the most daring drive I've seen all season!"

The entire Lumberjack Stadium fell into a deathly silence, as if a mute button had been pressed.

Immediately, an even louder roar erupted, a scream of fury born of humiliation and a refusal to acknowledge the truth.

"Bullshit! This is absolutely the luckiest thing ever!"

"Are our special operations team sleepwalking?! They weren't paying attention at all! They got ambushed by this despicable bastard!"

"You cunning yellow-skinned monkey! You only know how to use such despicable tactics!"

"Shameless! Despicable! The Cavaliers can only score through these kinds of sneak attacks!"

"Referee! Is this play okay? He definitely fouled!"

Angry boos, curses, and litter nearly engulfed the stadium.

The Lumberjacks' fans were red-faced; they simply couldn't believe that an unknown Chinese rookie could have such skill.

This must be a fluke, a result of our own team's carelessness!

In the commentary booth, Larry quickly recovered from his shock. He cleared his throat and said in his characteristically biased tone, "Okay, I have to admit, it was a very, very good individual performance. The Cavaliers' number 21's speed and agility were impressive. But! Guys, listen to me, but!"

"The Lumberjacks' special operations team clearly made an unforgivable mistake—they underestimated their opponent! They thought victory was assured, that their opponents would kneel and return the ball, and their start after the tee was as slow as a stroll in a park! This allowed the cunning and opportunistic number 21 to exploit a huge opening!"

"Listen up, you lumberjacks! The game isn't over yet! Keep a close eye on number 21 and don't give him any more chances!"

On the field, Li Ang, who scored the touchdown, did not immediately run to his teammates who were rushing over from the bench to celebrate.

He stood still, slowly turned around, and faced the yellow sea of ​​people in the stands, which had turned from astonishment to rage.

Thousands upon thousands of angry, distorted, and hostile faces surged toward him like a tidal wave.

Under everyone's gaze, he calmly raised his right hand, which was wearing a blue glove.

Then, facing the entire audience, he slowly and clearly raised a thumb.

Then, in deathly silence and amidst countless gazes that seemed to spit fire.

He slowly and firmly rotated his raised thumb 180 degrees.

With your thumb pointing down, push down hard!

This gesture, brimming with utter contempt, provocation, and retaliation, was like dropping a bomb into a boiling oil pan.

"boom--!"

The entire stadium erupted! The furious roar nearly ripped the roof off!

"Fuck you! Asian!"

"You bastard! You're dead! I swear!"

"Johnson! Kill him! Beat that bastard to a pulp!"

"Get out! You're not welcome here! Go back to where you are!"

"Take down that number 21!"

Countless middle fingers rose up like a forest, and beverage cups, popcorn buckets, and even cushions rained down from the high stands.

The yellow wave surged, roars and vicious curses merging into a deafening roar, as if to completely engulf the lone blue figure in the arena.

The lumberjacks' bench erupted in chaos.

Dwayne Johnson sprang up from the bench, ripped the towel off his head, and slammed it to the ground.

Veins bulged on his forehead as he glared at the blue number 21 in the distance, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and he hissed through clenched teeth, "I'll tear that arrogant bastard to pieces with my own hands! I swear!"

Kyle Anderson also dropped his indifferent expression.

He narrowed his eyes and stared coldly at Li Ang.

For the first time, there was something in his eyes besides boredom—a cold, angry look of being offended.

"You son of a bitch! How dare he—"

"Just you wait, kid, your good days are over!"

"We'll make him regret ever stepping onto this field!"

On the Cavaliers' bench, however, it was a completely different scene.

After a brief moment of shock and disbelief came a volcanic eruption of ecstasy, catharsis, and triumph!

"What a gift! Leon! Did everyone see that?! 95 yards! A touchdown return from the kickoff! My God!"

"Damn! That felt so good! That was so fucking satisfying! Did you see the looks on those lumberjacks' faces on the sidelines? They looked like they'd eaten shit!"

"That gesture! My God, he gave a thumbs-down to the whole audience! He dared! He actually dared! Hahaha! So cool!"

All the frustration, disappointment, and humiliation of being dominated in the first half seemed to be released in Li Ang's earth-shattering and provocative return touchdown!

The team members roared and rushed onto the field, surrounding Li Ang.

She patted his helmet and shoulders hard, hugged him excitedly, and wanted to throw him into the air.

Bruce slammed his uninjured right fist into the steel bench next to him, making a loud "bang".

He grinned, revealing a smile that was a mixture of pain and extreme pleasure, and the almost extinguished flame in his eyes reignited.

Even the usually serious Duke coach couldn't help but clench his fist and mutter a curse under his breath.

He couldn't help but smile.

Someone excitedly shouted first, "Lightspeed Runner #21!"

Immediately afterwards, more and more people, including the Cavaliers players on the court and the Cavaliers fans in the stands, realized what was happening.

As they looked at the blue figure number 21 surrounded in the center, a mixture of admiration, excitement, and catharsis welled up within them.

The crowd began to shout in unison.

It was a bit messy at first, but quickly became neat and uniform.

The combined sound, though not loud, was powerful, countering the deafening boos from the crowd: "Lightspeed Runner #21!"

"Lightspeed Runner #21!"

"Lightspeed Runner #21!"