I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 140 I'm playing on the defensive team!

The scattered blue areas on the Cavaliers' bench and in the stands, though faint, pierced the curtain of boos like needles, clearly penetrating the commentary booth.

Larry Jensen tilted his ear dramatically, his face contorted with feigned surprise and mockery, and drawled into the microphone, "Wait, wait, guys, what am I hearing? Am I hearing things? What are those poor bastards from the Cavaliers yelling about—"

"Lightspeed Runner #21? Oh, come on! Let me go!"

He scoffed, his shoulders shrugging, his voice filled with undisguised contempt: "That nickname is fucking nauseating and ridiculous! Which immature kid came up with that? Yes, I admit that the Chinese kid ran pretty fast, like a rabbit startled by a shotgun, but a light-speed runner?"

"Ha! He's nothing more than a rat that crawled out of a sewer and stole a piece of cheese while our lumberjacks were dozing off!"

He paused, picked up his water glass, and slowly took a sip.

Then, adopting a hypocritical and nauseatingly sincere tone, he added, "I'm sorry, I meant no offense whatsoever; I was just stating a perfectly obvious fact."

This was just a lucky counterattack, successful only because we were careless on our side; it proves nothing.

"A rat is still a rat. Even if you put a rocket booster on it, it will never become a real lion. Am I right, lumberjack fans?"

A burst of laughter and whistling erupted from the stands.

On the Cavaliers' bench, Bruce's chest heaved violently upon hearing this blatant insult.

His eyes blazed with fury, and he growled through clenched teeth, "That filthy piece of dog shit! I'll tear that stinking mouth of his apart one day!"

Li Ang was walking back to the bench when he heard Bruce cursing.

His face remained expressionless as he walked over to Bruce and patted Bruce's undamaged right shoulder. "Save your energy, Bruce. That old dog makes a living by barking. The more you pay attention to him, the more energetic he gets. Let him bark. Soon, he'll find himself unable to bark anymore."

After Li Ang's kickoff touchdown, he scored an extra point.

The Cavaliers' kicker stepped up to the inbounds line and took a deep breath.

The anger that had been building up inside him surged up suddenly. He took a running start, kicked, and poured all his anger and humiliation into that one kick!

The bright orange rugby ball, like a cannonball, shot through the air with a sharp whistling sound, tracing an almost straight trajectory before slamming into the center of the goalpost!

Lumberjacks 35:14 Cavaliers.

The point difference narrowed to 21 points.

More importantly, the almost frozen layer of despair on the bench seemed to have been cracked open.

You can feel something scalding hot surging down below.

"Defense team! Get out there! Tackle them down!"

Coach Duke clapped his hands, applauding the young men on the defensive team.

Although Li Ang had just scored, the Duke coach still seemed to be in low spirits.

There's nothing we can do; the score difference is just too big.

"coach."

A calm voice sounded from the side.

Coach Duke turned around and saw that Li Ang had already walked up to him.

"The defense wants me to play here too, I'll play cornerback."

Li Ang's tone was not a request, but a statement.

The Duke coach seemed speechless.

He glared at Li Ang, his eyes practically bulging out, his voice suddenly rising eight octaves: "What did you say?! You're playing cornerback?! Two, did you fucking run too fast and lose your mind?! You're a quarterback! You haven't even practiced cornerback for a single day!"

"And your body, your ribs, your head! Have you forgotten what Dr. Payton said? Do you want to die at the hands of those wide receivers?!"

He reached out, seemingly wanting to grab Li Ang's shoulder and shake him, but stopped halfway through.

She just scratched her head in frustration, making her already sparse hair even more tangled.

"coach,"

Li Ang did not look away, but stared directly into the Duke coach's anxious eyes.

"Have you forgotten our bet? If I win the intra-team scrimmage, I will have the decision-making power over the use of the entire team in the official match."

The Duke coach's Adam's apple bobbed.

He recalled the almost childish bet made after that training match, when he simply didn't believe this Chinese-American kid could amount to anything.

"Yeah! That damn bet! I fucking remember it! But Leon, this is different! This is insane! You're going to be facing Kyle Anderson! The best quarterback at Lincoln Academy! One of those wide receivers who can eat you alive! You're going to get played! And you fucking have no idea how a cornerback should run or how to read the offense!"

"Of course I know."

Li Ang's tone remained flat, but the weight of his words made the Duke coach gasp for breath.

"Coach, you didn't believe I could play quarterback well. You didn't believe I could play return well either, and look what happened?"

The Duke coach opened his mouth.

Looking at Li Ang's face, I recalled his stunning and provocative 95-yard return touchdown just now.

That ghostly speed and the extremely calm way he handled the ball.

Damn it, just how much more is this kid hiding?

Before the coach could object, Li Ang continued, "Coach, we're down by 21 points. If we play by the book, we won't win. Put me on the defense; I can keep up with their players, and I can predict where the Kyles will throw the ball. Let me do something; it's better than sitting on the bench watching my brothers bleed and then losing the game. Anyway, the worst outcome is just conceding a few more points; it's never worse than sitting and waiting to be defeated."

"Hold!"

Coach Duke stomped his foot.

"Damn it! Fine! You go! Take Mike out, play cornerback! But Leon, you listen to me carefully,"

He grabbed Li Ang by the front of his armor, pulling him close. His bloodshot eyes were almost pressed against Li Ang's mask. "If I see you slow down even by half a beat, or if you get half-dead from someone's collision, I don't care about any of that bullshit bet. I'll drag you off the field immediately! Understand?!"

"Understood, Coach."

Li Ang nodded and decisively broke free from Duke's grasp.

He turned around and took the dark blue armor vest belonging to the defense team from the equipment manager, silently and quickly putting it on.

This was a stark contrast to the previous intra-squad practice match where cornerback Mike, after being substituted, was full of resentment and grumbling.

This time, when Li Ang walked towards the defensive group and gestured to the original cornerback, Mike.

Mike paused for a moment, then said nothing, simply patting Li Ang firmly on the back and saying in a deep voice, "It's up to you, brother. Let those bastards in yellow shirts taste their power!"

Another line guard joined in, punching Li Ang in the chest protector: "We believe you, Li Ang! Let's get them kicking their asses!"