I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 151 Counterattack Touchdown!

There is no time to think.

Kyle let out a low growl, leaned forward, and stretched the ball forward with all his might towards the sideline.

At the same time, use your waist and abdomen to try to complete a fish leap.

Just as his arm was fully extended, and the rugby ball was about to be pressed onto the grass in front of the first attack line.

From the side, a deep blue bolt of lightning struck.

Li Ang made a move.

He didn't lunge at Kyle's body, but at the outstretched hand holding the football.

His judgment was frighteningly accurate, as if he had foreseen Kyle's only choice in this desperate situation.

He slid out almost parallel to the ground, his left arm whipping out like a whip, his palm precisely slicing through the tiny gap between the football and Kyle's hand.

Snapped!

A crisp striking sound.

Kyle felt a numbness in his right hand, and a tremendous force came from the ball, causing him to lose control of his fingers instantly.

The brown rugby ball, covered in mud and sweat, slipped from his fingertips and bounced upwards.

It was spinning irregularly in the air.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Kyle's body was still sliding forward, but his eyes were fixed on the ball that had slipped from his grasp, his pupils suddenly contracting to the size of pinpoints.

despair!

A chilling, bone-chilling despair!

It instantly engulfed him like ice water, froze his blood, and gripped his throat.

Kyle heard a hoarse, inhuman moan escape from his throat: "No!"

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In the stands, the sea of ​​yellow collectively gasped.

What erupted immediately was not boos, but tens of thousands of simultaneous gasps of pain and disbelief.

Like the dying howl of a giant beast.

In the commentary booth, Larry's voice suddenly distorted and rose, filled with utter terror and despair: "The ball has been dropped! Kyle Anderson dropped the ball during his run! The football was... it was knocked away by Leon's hand! It's number 21!"

It was that number 21 again! He anticipated Kyle's diving save! He touched the ball!

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Larry was practically screaming, his voice cracking, every word dripping with despair: "The ball's bouncing! It's still alive! Lumberjacks! Where are the lumberjacks?! Stop it! Hold it! Damn it, hold that ball!"

'

The ball spins and falls through the air.

The Lumberjacks' running backs and tight ends swarmed towards the ball's landing point, their faces contorted with terror.

But a deep blue shadow was faster than all of them.

After making that precise cut, Li Ang rolled a full circle using the momentum of his slide.

With one hand bracing against the ground, he sprang up like a cheetah.

His eyes were fixed on the falling rugby ball, and without the slightest hesitation, he sprinted at full speed toward the ball's trajectory.

Like a whirlwind, Li Ang rushed to the spot below where the ball was about to land, ahead of all the players wearing yellow and green jerseys.

He didn't try to catch the still-bouncing, unstable ball. That would be too slow and too dangerous.

The moment the rugby ball bounced up for the second time, Li Ang bent down and extended his right arm like an iron clamp.

Spread your fingers wide, and at the moment when the ball reaches its highest point and its spin is relatively stable, catch it steadily in your hand!

His hands were huge and powerful, pressing the ball firmly between his arms and chest, instantly completing the embrace.

Larry's screams echoed throughout the court: "Li Ang got the ball! The Cavaliers' number 21, Li Ang, got the ball! Transition! No! More than just transition!"

The moment Li Ang received the ball, he twisted his body, pushed off the ground with his right foot, his studs digging deep into the turf, unleashing all his power as he sprinted towards the far end of the Lumberjacks' half!

Larry's voice had changed; it was less of a commentary and more of a desperate cry for the entire Timbers team and their fans: "He's charging! Leon is charging! Back off! This is a back off a fumble that could be a touchdown! Stop him!"

The logging team! Stop them!

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The stands were deathly silent.

The wails and gasps from before were all stuck in his throat.

Tens of thousands of eyes watched in horror as the deep blue lightning bolt cleaved the stadium.

Many fans instinctively covered their mouths, their eyes filled with fear and disbelief.

Kyle was still lying on the grass outside the sideline. He struggled to prop himself up and saw Li Ang rush past him like a wild horse, heading towards the depths of his own half of the field.

He wanted to stand up and chase after them.

But my knees went weak and I felt a sharp pain in my left shoulder.

I could only watch helplessly as the figure of number 21 receded into the distance, like a blue nightmare that I was about to wake up from.

Kyle murmured, his voice so low it was almost inaudible: "No, no!"

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On the field, the Lumberjacks' wide receiver closest to Li Ang sprinted diagonally.

They tried to force Li Ang to the sideline before he could fully accelerate.

But Li Ang simply switched the ball to his outside hand, slightly shifted his body towards the inside, and used a simple and powerful right-angle change of direction.

The other party missed their target.

In despair, she could only reach out to grab his waist, but only grasped at thin air.

The lumberjack's catcher came over from the other side to cover, his face contorted with rage as he lowered his center of gravity, preparing to tackle. Li Ang didn't slow down; just as the catcher was about to pounce, he made a light jump, simultaneously swinging his ball-handling hand away from the defender, his body gliding like a fish. The catcher's arms barely grazed the outside of his shin guards.

There was nothing ahead!

Only one defender remained, the Lumberjacks' wingman.

He was moving across the court at full speed, attempting a last-ditch effort before Li Ang entered the end zone.

His eyes were fierce, and he spread his arms wide, blocking the angle.

Li Ang did not make any further changes of direction.

He had reached his maximum speed, his dark blue jersey clung tightly to his body, and his eyes beneath the mask were cold and focused.

In the final moments before the two were about to make contact, Li Ang held the ball tightly to his chest, lowered his left shoulder slightly, and pushed off the ground with his right leg.

His body shot out like a cannonball, charging straight toward the direction the guards were blocking!

boom!

The dull thud echoed throughout the stadium.

You Wei tried to hug Li Ang's waist.

But under that violent impact, it was as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck.

The grappling motion instantly changed.

He fell backward and stumbled, landing on the grass.

Li Ang's body swayed only slightly, and his speed hardly decreased.

He managed to break free from Youwei's grasp by relying on his powerful core strength and momentum.

One step, two steps, and he stepped over the fallen defender, leaving only the end zone marked with a white "L" in front of him.

He crossed the ten-yard line, then the five-yard line.

The stands were deathly silent.

A deathly silence of despair.

Li Ang had already rushed into the end zone, his feet landing on the thick, soft grass.

Then he stopped.

He turned around, facing the field, and calmly and gently placed the rugby ball on the grass at his feet with his right hand.

It was as if he had only accomplished a trivial little thing.

The referee raised his hands high above his head, crossed them, and then swung them down sharply.