I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 142 Crush them!

After the initial shock, commentator Larry quickly regained his composure: "Interference! Cavaliers' number 21, Leon, made a beautiful, uh—very timely defensive play. Well, I must say, the timing and jump were excellent; he really disrupted a pass that was almost guaranteed to go in."

"But guys, this was more like a gamble, a risky, reckless steal! He left a huge area of ​​his defense open, and if Kyle faked a move or passed the ball to the other side, the Cavaliers' end zone would be completely open!"

"Lucky, this kid is purely lucky, but you have to admit, he's incredibly lucky!"

His words were immediately echoed by a large number of lumberjack fans in the stands.

"Yes! It was pure luck!"

"He was just lucky! There won't be another time like this!"

"Kyle, teach them a lesson! Beat that clown to a pulp!"

The Cavaliers' bench presented a completely different picture.

After a brief period of deathly silence came a volcanic eruption of ecstasy.

"Li Ang! Well done!"

"This is fucking crucial!"

"We've stopped them! We've held them off!"

Coach Duke let out a long sigh of relief, feeling as if his heart had almost jumped out of his throat.

He rubbed his face vigorously, looked at Li Ang, and his eyes were full of complex emotions.

This kid—

That's weird, absolutely weird!

On the field, the lumberjacks' left-side wide receiver slammed his fist into the turf in frustration, then glared angrily at Li Ang.

Kyle Anderson stood still.

His gaze, like an icicle, was fixed firmly on the back of that blue number 21.

Li Ang turned around and calmly walked back to his defensive position.

Their eyes met briefly in mid-air.

Li Ang once again gave him a contemptuous thumbs-down gesture.

This completely ignited Kyle Anderson's suppressed anger.

He smirked, a cold smile playing on his lips, and clapped his hands at his attack team: "Nothing, guys. Just a minor mishap. Let's stick to plan and crush them."

"Understood, boss."

"Ready, set, kick off!"

The center forward kicks off.

After receiving the ball, Kyle surprisingly did not take a quick step back to check the passing target as he usually does.

He made an extremely realistic fake pass.

He feinted and passed the ball to the running back next to him.

He then caught the ball firmly in his arms, and with a nimble and swift turn, chose to charge forward with the ball in his own hands!

"Kyle rushed in himself! A rare rushing choice for a quarterback!"

Larry's commentator's voice rang out, tinged with surprise: "It seems the Cavaliers' successful defense just now has made him more cautious; he's decided to create threats with his own legs!"

The Cavaliers' defensive line was clearly caught off guard by the star quarterback's sudden decision to run the ball himself.

But Bruce reacted incredibly quickly.

He let out a low, angry growl like a wounded beast, dragging his aching left arm and using his entire body and right shoulder as weapons.

Like a moving boulder, it suddenly blocked Kyle's path of breakthrough.

The line guards behind them quickly moved inward, compressing the space.

Kyle, facing Bruce's impenetrable frontal blockade, attempted to change direction to the right.

But the Cavaliers' defenders on the other side had already surrounded him, blocking his path.

Seeing no hope of breaking through and about to be caught, Kyle suddenly stopped in a flash, his steps faltering.

His gaze swept across the field with lightning speed.

Li Ang was like a ghost, permanently lodged in his passing vision.

He cleverly positioned himself in the path of the left wide receiver and tight end that Kyle was most looking for.

The distance was neither too close nor too far, and the angle was tricky.

Kyle felt that no matter who he passed the ball to, it was like passing it into the arms of number 21.

"Damn it!"

Kyle cursed inwardly, "That persistent ghost."

"Hey, Kyle! Over here!"

Just then, the running back who had pretended to catch the ball appeared from the diagonal side.

He used a nimble turn to temporarily shake off a linebacker and gain some space.

He moved towards the sideline while reaching out for the ball.

Before Kyle could think, two Cavaliers defenders pounced on him like hungry tigers.

In the final moments before the physical contact occurred, he flicked his wrist, sending the football in a quick, flat back pass arc, precisely to the running back.

"Beautiful pass! Kyle found the running back under immense pressure! Danger averted, offense continues!"

Larry explained, his tone becoming more relaxed.

The running back caught the back pass smoothly.

Immediately lower your center of gravity, turn to face the direction of attack, and prepare to accelerate and sprint.

However, he had barely caught the ball and hadn't even taken his first step.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a horrified glimpse of a blue blur rushing toward him from the inside of the field, out of his blind spot, at an incredible speed!

It's number 21!

The moment Kyle passed the ball to the running back, Li Ang's defensive duties instantly switched.

Like the most astute hunter, he focused all his attention on the new ball handler.

Just as the running back caught the ball and turned, Li Ang had already anticipated his most likely breakthrough path.

His legs unleashed terrifying power, causing the grass beneath them to sink slightly.

He shot straight at the running back like an arrow released from a bow!

"Damn, so fast?!"

The running guard was terrified.

Li Ang's burst of speed far exceeded his expectations.

He didn't have time to make any complicated feints, so he instinctively stopped abruptly and tried to veer to the right to shake off the pursuer.

But Li Ang's momentum and positioning were too precise, precisely blocking his best angle to cut inside.

The running back was forced to continue moving towards the sideline.

He was about to be cornered on the sideline by Li Ang and another Cavaliers linebacker who came over from the outside to cover.

"Oh no!"

The running back's heart sank.

If you get double-teamed and tackled here, not only will your yardage be limited, but you may also lose possession of the ball in the intense physical confrontation.

Just as he lost his balance and Li Ang's gloved hand was about to touch the arm holding the ball, a split second passed between them.

The running back, relying on instinct and well-trained reflexes, made a bold decision that bordered on gambling.

He didn't choose to shield the ball and get tackled, nor did he risk throwing the ball out of bounds, because that would have ended the attack at the point of inbounds.

Instead, he used all his strength and the last bit of control to fling the football backward toward the center of the field, roughly in the direction where quarterback Kyle Anderson was!

In American football, a forward pass can only be made once per down.

However, there is no limit to the number of backward passes and lateral passes.

Any player with the ball can pass it at any time.

Therefore, his pass was not considered a foul.

The bright orange rugby ball traced a low, swift arc, spinning as it flew toward the open space in the center of the field.

There, Kyle Anderson, who had just shaken off his opponent and was subconsciously preparing to receive a pass or look for the next opportunity to pass, was stunned to see the ball flying towards him.

Almost instinctively, I stretched out my hands, ready to catch the unexpected back pass.