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Chapter 145 All-Around Player on Both Offense and Defense! The Quarterback!

Li Ang simply gave his teammates a high-five and then walked straight toward the attacking group.

He didn't leave the field, but instead stood among the offensive players.

He began speaking quickly and concisely in low voices to several wide receivers and running backs, while gesturing famous routes with his hands.

This scene was immediately captured by countless eyes.

Dwayne Johnson, who was about to take his position on the defensive line, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The eyes under the helmet widened instantly, almost bulging out.

He stared intently at the dark blue figure number 21, as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and said, "Hooligan?! That son of a bitch, he didn't even play?! He's still going to play on the offensive team?!"

The defensive end next to him also saw it, and his jaw almost dropped as he said, "Johnson, it looks like he's positioned as quarterback—"

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"Fuck you!!"

Johnson recovered from his initial shock.

Instead, there was a furious rage of utter contempt and provocation, and a bloodthirsty excitement.

His face contorted with grotesque muscles, revealing an almost cruel smile as he said, "Good! Good! Good lad! You've got guts! You've been making a name for yourself on the defensive end, now you want to challenge me on the offensive end? Fine!"

I've been waiting for you! You've got yourself into trouble. If I knock the shit out of you, don't come crying home to your mom! Haha!

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His maniacal laughter, like muffled thunder, elicited a low, echoing roar from the lumberjacks' defense team.

Everyone stared at Li Ang with the same fierce look they had for prey.

In the commentary booth, Larry Jensen's mouth was agape in an "O" shape.

The data tablet I was holding almost fell to the ground.

He frantically adjusted his headphones, his voice shrill and off-key with utter astonishment: "Wait! Wait! What did I just see?! The Cavaliers' number 21, Leon, the Chinese kid who just pulled off an incredible steal and touchdown, he's not off the court! He's still on the court! He's standing among the offensive players?!"

He suddenly grabbed the Cavaliers' latest roster list that his assistant had just handed him.

He glanced at it quickly and exclaimed, "My assistant has already given me the Cavaliers' lineup for this round! My God, what am I seeing?!"

Quarterback! Which Chinese-American kid is at the offensive quarterback position?! He replaced Jonas Miller, who had a disastrous first half! My God, what kind of monster is this number 21?!

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Larry looked up at the court, a hint of fear he himself didn't realize showing on his face. "Playing the entire game on both ends of the court? Like their star knight Bruce? No, Bruce is an exception, the ironman and symbol of River Valley Academy! But this Li Ang, he's a complete rookie! His first appearance!"

"Oh, well, that's true. Although he's a rookie, he's already delivered some amazing performances in the special teams and defense. Now, he's going to be the quarterback on offense?!"

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"This is insane! This is a complete subversion of common sense about football! Has the Duke coach gone mad?! Or is it that this 21-year-old..."

"Does he really possess monstrous physical abilities and comprehensive skills that we can't even imagine?!"

After a deathly silence in the stands, an even more intense and frenzied roar erupted!

"Damn it! That kid actually dares to stay on the field?!"

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Who does he think he is?! Superman?!

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"The Johnson! The Johnson! Tear him apart! Break his bones!"

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"Take down that number 21! Make him go back to the hospital!"

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"Don't let him touch the ball again! Johnson, run him over!"

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The angry roars, vicious curses, and frantic boos nearly lifted the stadium dome off.

But this was different from the previous pure, clown-like contempt.

This time, in the depths of many Timbers fans' eyes, besides anger, a sense of heaviness and unease quietly crept in as well.

This number 21 has just proven in the most brutal and direct way that he is by no means a pushover that can be easily manipulated.

It's not based on luck either.

He really does have the goods!

And the goods were so hard they were painful to the teeth!

His arrogance is based on terrifying strength!

Now, this monstrous number 21 is actually going to play quarterback and direct the offense in front of their proudest defensive team?

An ominous premonition, like a cold, venomous snake, quietly coiled around the hearts of some sensitive fans.

On the field.

Li Ang calmly walked behind center Bruce and bowed slightly.

He could feel the tangible, murderous gaze in front of him.

From the yellow wall in the center of the lumberjacks' defensive line, Dawn Johnson.

Then, under the spotlight of tens of thousands of eyes, Li Ang slowly raised his right hand again, extending his thumb, which was gloved with a blue glove.

This action instantly silenced the clamor in the entire venue.

The next second, under the menacing gaze of countless Timbers fans, with veins bulging on Johnson's forehead and a look of utter ferocity that suggested he was about to devour someone, the scene unfolded.

Li Ang slowly and firmly rotated his raised thumb 180 degrees once again.

Thumb down.

He then did not simply shove his thumb into the ground and end it like he had done before.

Instead, he stretched out his arm and pointed his downward-pointing thumb directly and defiantly at Dwayne Johnson himself.

Silence is more insulting than any roar.

Roar!

The entire Lumberjack Stadium exploded like a powder keg! The furious roar was almost tangible!

"Johnson! Kill him!"

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"Kill this bastard!"

Break his thumb!

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The lumberjacks' defense team was also completely enraged.

They roared angrily, cursing in the most vulgar language.

Dwayne Johnson's face turned from red to green, and then from green to black.

His chest heaved violently, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex that had been completely enraged.

He stared intently at Li Ang, hissing through clenched teeth, "You're dead, kid, you're fucking dead. I'll make you regret stepping onto this field, regret making this gesture, I swear—"

Round begins!

"Ready! On your marks! Kick-off!"

Center Bruce let out a low growl, enduring the pain in his left shoulder, and steadily passed the ball between his legs.

Li Ang received the ball, quickly retreated three steps, and scanned the frontcourt with lightning speed.

Almost immediately after the kickoff, the Timbers' defensive front line, especially Dawn Johnson in the middle, was in danger.

Like a heavy tank with the accelerator floored, it roars into action with a ferocious momentum that seems intent on crushing everything.

It charged straight toward the center of the pocket!

"Johnson has launched his attack! His objective is to capture and kill that damned Chinese kid, number 21!! He's going to devour him alive!"

Larry's voice was so excited it changed tone.

Bruce held his ground against his opponent, signaling to the guard beside him to prepare to help defend Johnson.

According to standard tactics, they must protect the quarterback.

But when Li Ang was giving instructions before the kickoff, he only said one sentence to Bruce: "After the kickoff, watch my hand gesture, and then, in your own way, give Johnson a surprise."

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