I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 141 Dead ball!

When Li Ang, wearing a dark blue No. 21 jersey, jogged onto the field with his teammates from the defense, the entire Lumberjack Stadium was once again enveloped in a huge murmur of surprise.

"Hey! Look! Number 21 is coming up again!"

"Is it the defense this time? What's going on?"

"Who is he? Superman? He's both on the offensive and on the defensive?"

"Is River Valley Academy out of talent? Are they going to have their quarterback play defense? Kyle's going to eat him alive for breakfast!"

In the commentary booth, Larry's exclamation, filled with sarcasm and disbelief, echoed throughout the arena: "Ladies and gentlemen, I can't believe my eyes! The Cavaliers' number 21, Leon, that Chinese kid, he's back on the court! But this time he's not going to the offense, nor is he going to inbound the ball—"

"He's in a defensive position! Cornerback? My God, did Coach Duke celebrate too early last night and get drunk? Or is this Li Ang a lost kid who can't find his way back to the bench in this huge stadium?"

On the Lumberjacks' bench, Dwayne Johnson had a towel draped around his neck.

Holding his muscular arms, he looked at the blue figure in the distance, his thick eyebrows furrowed into a knot.

He gruffly said to the defensive tackle next to him, "What's that yellow-skinned kid up to? The defense? Has their coach, Duke, gone mad from our beating and started pairing people up randomly?"

On the court, Kyle Anderson, who was preparing to lead the offensive team onto the court, was slowly adjusting the straps of his right glove.

He noticed the substitution on the other side and his brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

This guy number 21, whoever appeared out of nowhere, first scored a touchdown on a return, and now he's on the defensive end.

The logging team's attack group is lined up.

Star quarterback Kyle Anderson stood behind the center, bowing slightly.

His gaze swept across the Cavaliers' defensive formation with a calm yet rapid speed, like a sophisticated radar.

"Ready, set, kick-off!"

The ball in the center's hands was shoved into Kyle's hands like a cannonball.

The offensive line, like a flood of yellow water bursting its banks, crashed into the Cavaliers' defensive front.

Kyle Anderson quickly retreated a few steps, his steps light and steady, his eyes sharp as he scanned the movement of every receiving point in the attacking third.

The Cavaliers' defensive frontline, inspired by Bruce's roar like a wounded lion, unleashed a ferocity far exceeding that of the first half.

Despite the excruciating pain in his left shoulder, Bruce used his right shoulder and the weight of his entire body to hold off one of the opponent's guards.

Despite the dizziness caused by each collision, he refused to give an inch, creating a sliver of space for his teammates.

Li Ang stood in the backcourt, about twelve or thirteen yards from the point of attack, his body slightly lowered, ready to launch an attack at any moment.

His gaze didn't wander aimlessly, but remained firmly fixed on Kyle Anderson.

Look at his steps, the angle of his shoulders, and every subtle movement of his gaze.

At the same time, Li Ang's peripheral vision acted like the most precise scanner, taking in the starting routes and subtle body movements of the opponent's two wide receivers and one tight end.

His brain was processing this information at high speed, combining it with the Lumberjacks' game footage he had repeatedly watched before the game, their favorite tactical patterns, and Kyle's passing habits—

Countless data streams collide, are filtered, and predicted in my mind.

Kyle received the ball and quickly retreated.

His gaze first glanced intentionally or unintentionally to his right, while his upper body made a small but extremely realistic feint of reading the options.

He seemed to be hesitating whether to pass the ball to the running back or run with the ball himself.

This feint was so subtle that it caused the two linebackers on the Cavaliers responsible for defending the run and the cornerback on the right side to pause in their tracks.

And in that very instant, Kyle moved!

He pulled his arm holding the ball back sharply, then swung it forward like a whip!

The rugby ball transformed into a yellow streak, tearing through the air with an almost straight trajectory, flying straight towards the left sideline of the field!

There, his real target, the left-side wide receiver, had already rushed into that open area!

The timing, speed, and angle of the pass were all perfect!

"It's over————"

On the sidelines, Coach Duke's heart jumped into his throat.

A suppressed gasp rippled through the Cavaliers' bench.

However, in the blink of an eye, as Kyle Anderson swung his arm and the football was about to leave his hand...

The blue number 21, who initially seemed drawn to the right and positioned somewhat towards the back, moved!

He didn't look at the trajectory of the ball, or even at Kyle.

His eyes were fixed on the almost imperceptible outward tilt of the left wide receiver's shoulder just before he started to turn.

And the barely perceptible head turn in advance to catch the ball in the sideline!

The moment the opponent's outside receiver pushed off with his right foot and turned his body outward, Li Ang seemed to receive some kind of definite signal!

"Left side! Sideline!"

The moment this judgment exploded in his mind, his body reacted.

Without the slightest hesitation or unnecessary movement, his seemingly relaxed body suddenly released itself like a spring that had been compressed to its limit.

He slammed his left foot off the grass, and his body exploded to the left with astonishing speed!

Instead of rushing straight towards the receiving point, they anticipate and cut into the fatal gap between the passing lane and the receiver with a sharp diagonal line!

"What the hell?!"

Just as Kyle Anderson released the ball, he caught a glimpse of the blue afterimage out of the corner of his eye.

His icy blue pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints!

How is that possible?!

How could it start up so quickly?!

How could his prediction be so accurate?!

The ball spun rapidly in the air, drawing a beautiful arc, and landed perfectly.

The receiver has adjusted his stride and extended his arm.

His face even showed the expression of having successfully caught the ball.

But just as his fingers were about to touch the leather, a blue figure appeared from the side like a ghost, leaping into the air.

A hand wearing a blue glove was a fraction of a second faster than him.

He got there first, and slammed it precisely and hard onto the front edge of the rugby ball!

"Snapped!"

A not-so-loud but exceptionally crisp slapping sound!

The football's trajectory was slightly but fatally deflected by this gentle nudge, grazing the fingertips of the receiver's glove before flying out of bounds!

"Dead ball!"

The referee decisively swung his arm.

"Whoosh—!"

"Pass interference! Beautiful defense! From the Cavaliers, number 21, Leon! He disrupted a pass that was almost guaranteed to go in! He read Kyle Anderson's intentions! Perfect anticipation and acceleration!"

Even Larry's commentary carried a hint of barely concealed astonishment.

A wave of immense regret and incredulous gasps erupted from the stands.

"What the hell?! How could we have conceded that goal?!"

"That number 21! It's him again! Where did he come from?!"

"What the hell?! This actually works?! What is Kyle doing?!"

"That kid's incredibly lucky! Absolutely unlucky!"