I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 156 Night Raid

DeShawn's lips were trembling.

He can only push 225 pounds by himself, and at most he can only do 15 or 16 reps.

The last exercise is the deadlift.

DeShawn went all out, asking for 455 pounds, and shakily began to pull.

Next, I tried 485 pounds. I failed the first time and barely managed to pull the zipper on the second time while screaming.

This is already his limit.

Li Ang enters the stage.

He asked for 500 pounds.

When that weight appeared at both ends of the barbell, the entire gym held its breath.

Li Ang stood in front of the barbell, bent down, and clenched his fists.

He adjusted his breathing and channeled his inner energy into his waist and legs.

Up!

With a low growl, the heavy barbell was lifted off the ground and steadily raised to mid-thigh.

Lock it in, then slowly lower it under control.

Success on the first try!

Martin shouted excitedly, "500 pounds! 500 pounds deadlift!"

Li Ang won by a landslide in all three categories.

DeShawn's face was ashen, and his two companions beside him also kept their heads down and remained silent.

Martin crossed his arms and said coldly, "Fulfill the bet, DeShawn."

Bruce also stood beside Li Ang, eyeing him menacingly.

The people around started chanting, "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!"

DeShawn looked around, then at the expressionless Li Ang, and knew he couldn't deny it anymore.

His face flushed red, filled with shame and indignation.

Finally, amidst the laughter and whistles of the crowd, he began to take off his clothes one by one until he was left with only a pair of sneakers.

Then, amidst the laughter and phone filming throughout the gym, he rushed out of the gym in a disheveled state and actually ran around the block.

The gym was filled with laughter.

Bruce grabbed Leon's neck tightly, his voice trembling with excitement and shock, and said, "Brother—you fucking—how the fuck did you train?! 450-pound squats?! 30 reps of 225-pound press?!"

500 pounds deadlift?! That's my absolute limit! I can't even do it when I'm not in good shape!

you----

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He was at a loss for words.

Martin walked over and patted Li Ang hard on the other shoulder, exclaiming, "Kid, I take back what I said before. You're not just a monster on the court, you're a fucking monster in every way! River Valley High School has struck gold!"

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The sexy girls also gathered around Li Ang, their eyes darting around him.

Li Ang shook hands with each of them, but unfortunately, he didn't get a furnace cauldron, so he could only politely exchange a few words.

DeShawn huddled in the shadows next to the trash cans behind the gym.

He was wearing a children's size T-shirt with a Spider-Man pattern that he had snatched from a kid on the street.

The clothes were a little small, clinging tightly to his muscular upper body.

She was wearing a child's underwear on her lower body.

He looked both comical and pathetic.

The cool evening breeze blew on his bare legs, raising goosebumps.

But this was nothing compared to the burning fire and shame in his heart.

He pulled out his phone with trembling hands, the screen reflecting his distorted face in the dim light.

They quickly found a number with the nickname "Venomous Fang Rexey" and pressed the button.

The phone rang seven or eight times, each ring making him anxious.

Finally, the call went through.

From the other end came deafening, cheap electronic music, the crisp sound of billiard balls colliding, and the indistinct laughter of men and women.

A few seconds later, the music seemed to be muffled by something.

A slow, sluggish voice, tinged with a cold, slick quality, rang out, laced with obvious impatience: "Who is it? Calling at this hour, you'd better have something important to say."

DeShawn quickly said, "Cousin Lexy! It's me, DeShawn!"

Rex paused on the other end of the phone, seemingly wondering who this was.

In the background, there was the click of a lighter lighting a cigarette and a deep, phlegmy inhale: "DeSean? Oh—the big, dumb cousin of the River Valley Wolves rugby team. What's up? Spit it out, I'm busy here."

His tone was full of impatience.

DeShawn spoke rapidly, embellishing the story of what happened at the gym that afternoon: "Cousin! I got crippled! Stripped naked in public and forced to run a lap around the gym! I've lost all face! How am I supposed to show my face in River Valley now?! It's all because of that little brat from River Valley Academy, that yellow-skinned monkey! I can't swallow this!"

You have to help me!

Rex's voice suddenly changed: "Yellow-skinned monkey?"

The nightmarish memory of the hospital corridor from two weeks ago was instantly revived.

My right arm muscles seemed to twitch reflexively, sending a dull, throbbing pain through me.

Rex gritted his teeth and said, "River Valley Academy—yellow-skinned monkeys? Be specific, what do they look like?"

DeShawn sensed something was off about his cousin's tone, but assuming it was something he'd done to upset him, he quickly described him: "Black hair, Asian face, about my height, but not as muscular as me, though his muscles are very defined. Oh, and I think his name is Li Ang?"

Rex silently murmured the name.

It really is him!

That culprit who made him lose face and get injured!

A surge of toxic fire, a mixture of ecstasy and rage, suddenly coursed through his body, making his fingers, gripping the phone, turn white.

There is a way to heaven if you don't go, there is no way to break into hell!

Perfect timing, let's settle both old and new scores at once!

Last time at the hospital, that crazy policewoman caused trouble, and you managed to escape. This time, let's see who can save you!

DeShawn had no idea of ​​the overwhelming hatred churning within Rex's heart.

Fearing that Lexie wouldn't help him, he quickly escalated the situation, lowering his voice to entice him: "Cousin, that kid looks amazing, the best organ donor I've ever seen! Didn't you say last time that those medical companies in town that do human body recycling are always looking for healthy young parts? They'll definitely be scrambling for this kind of high-quality stuff! After it's done, all the money from the sale is yours. I just want that kid crippled so I can vent my anger!"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the phone, with only faint music and the hissing sound of Lexy taking deep drags and slowly exhaling.

DeShawn waited anxiously, able to hear his own heart pounding.

Rex's voice finally rang out again, carrying an icy chill: "Bring the guy over tonight. Motley Park, behind the old repair shop. Be careful, don't leave any loose ends, and don't let anyone see you. As for the parts—we'll talk about that after they arrive and we check their condition. You know the rules."

DeShawn breathed a sigh of relief, a sinister grin spreading across his face, a mixture of resentment and glee.

He seemed to already see Li Ang kneeling and begging for mercy, saying, "I understand! I understand! Thank you, cousin!"

Around 9 p.m., Li Ang and Bruce parted ways at the intersection in front of the gym.

Bruce was still excitedly going on and on about Li Ang's training plan.

Li Ang, on the other hand, was thinking of quickly finding Officer Karen to train with and try to break through the bottleneck of the mid-stage of Qi Refining.

When I deadlifted 500 pounds in the afternoon, the feeling of my cultivation barriers loosening became clearer, and my internal energy was more active than ever before.

He turned into a shortcut back to his apartment, which was also the quickest way to Karen's house.

The streetlights were old and in disrepair, and the light was dim, barely illuminating the paved road underfoot.

On both sides are quiet houses and small gardens, with the occasional light from a television shining through the gaps in the curtains.

Just as I reached the middle of the street, two blinding beams of xenon headlights suddenly lit up at the entrance of the alley ahead.

The pure white light instantly engulfed his figure, leaving him in a white blur.

At the same time, the low roar of an engine and the screeching sound of tires screeching against the ground came from behind.

Two older Chevrolet SUVs with dark tinted windows blocked him completely in the middle of the street, one in front of the other.

After the car stopped, the engine was still running, and its deep roar was particularly jarring in the quiet neighborhood.

The car door was suddenly pushed open, and seven or eight figures jumped out.

The group quickly surrounded him, blocking Li Ang's escape routes.

They dress in a sleazy, disreputable style, wearing oversized hoodies or dirty T-shirts.

Their eyes were also very fierce, looking like a pack of hyenas waiting to pounce in the backlight of the car headlights.

Several people were carrying steel pipes and aluminum baseball bats, while two others were holding machete-shaped objects hastily wrapped in newspaper.

DeShawn climbed out from the passenger seat of the front car, his eyes filled with such venom that they seemed almost tangible, fixed intently on Li Ang.

"Hey, little hero of River Valley Community, just finished training and heading home? We'd like to invite you to another place for a proper chat about what happened this afternoon. Would you do us the honor?"

Li Ang stopped and calmly glanced at the people who had surrounded him.

Seven, plus DeShawn, eight.

They were all much more physically imposing than the muscular men at the gym that afternoon who were just showing off their muscles.

His movements also revealed a ruthlessness and decisiveness honed through street brawls.

Two of them had fresh scars on their faces and necks, and the ferocity in their eyes was unlike that of ordinary thugs.

Li Ang slightly adjusted his posture.

Lower your center of gravity and naturally separate your feet to shoulder width.

The internal energy cultivation technique was quietly accelerating.

The warm energy within the dantian rapidly flowed to the limbs and bones, instantly elevating the senses to their peak.

The world around me became exceptionally clear.

He could hear their heavy breathing and deliberately lowered footsteps; he could smell the strong odor of cigarettes, the stench of overnight alcohol, and the stench of sweat emanating from them; he could use the car headlights to see the subtle changes in the tension in each person's muscles and the way they held their weapons; he could even feel the stinging sensation of their gazes focused on several vital parts of his body.

"DeShawn, losing once wasn't enough, you want to come looking for trouble? How can you be so shameless?"

DeShawn was instantly enraged by this seemingly casual remark. His face turned a deep purplish-red, and his voice suddenly rose: "Fuck you, you're the one who lost! You cheated this afternoon! Martin and his gang were all on your side! Whatever, now I want you to get in the car obediently and come with us. That way you'll suffer less. Otherwise, the weapons we have aren't to be trifled with. If you break your arms and legs, or become paralyzed, we'll still drag you away."

Li Ang sneered and remained silent.

DeShawn grinned maliciously and waved his hand, signaling Rex's henchmen to come closer.

A burly man with a shaved head and a twisted thorn pattern tattooed on the side of his neck brandished a heavy weapon in his hand that looked like a large pipe wrench.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of teeth stained yellow from smoking, and said in a rough voice, "Kid, did you hear that? It's your good fortune that our boss wants to see you. Don't be stubborn, your delicate skin can't take our rough treatment."

As he spoke, he looked Li Ang up and down with a malicious gaze, as if assessing the value of the goods.

Li Ang shifted his feet slightly, adjusting to the angle most conducive to exerting force and dodging.

With his right hand hanging naturally at his side, his fingers slightly curled, he said, "What if I say no?"

DeShawn lost his last bit of patience, and the fake smile on his face vanished completely.

Instead, he spoke with ferocity and impatience, eager for revenge: "That's not up to you! Do it! Beat him up first, but remember not to hit vitals, the boss needs him intact!"

At the command, the bald man with the pipe wrench and the tall, thin man with the machete pounced almost simultaneously!

The bald man was clearly more experienced.

The pipe wrench swung around with a dull thud, aiming not at Li Ang's head, but at his shoulder and collarbone.

This attack was so powerful that it clearly rendered Li Ang incapable of resisting for the most part.

The tall, thin man's cleaver then sneered as he thrust it diagonally towards Li Ang's waist and abdomen.

It was taken at a tricky angle and moved very fast.

The two stood on the left and right, their coordination not particularly sophisticated, but enough to block an ordinary person's space to dodge left and right.

Li Ang made a move!

Instead of retreating, he took a tiny but precise step forward to meet the whistling pipe wrench.

At the last possible moment, the body turned slightly to the left.

The amplitude was small, but just right.

The heavy pipe wrench whistled through the air, grazing his right shoulder as he swung his coat through the air.

The cold metallic touch even scraped against the T-shirt fabric.

At the same time, Li Ang's left hand, hanging by his side, moved like a venomous snake emerging from its hole, so fast that it almost left a blur in the dim light.

Instead of parrying the cleaver, he precisely grabbed the wrist of the tall, thin man holding the knife just above it.

Press your thumb firmly on the pulse point, release your true energy slightly, and twist and push it outward!

The tall, thin man felt a numbness and pain in his wrist, as if it had been clamped by iron clamps and electrified.

Half of the strength in his arm vanished instantly.

The machete clattered out of his hand and fell onto the asphalt road.

Others were also involuntarily pulled forward by that clever force.

It crashed right into the bald man who had just missed his target and was struggling to retrieve his pipe wrench, his center of gravity slightly tilted forward.

The bald man stumbled from the impact, nearly losing his balance, and cursed, "Damn it! Watch your step!"

The movements and rhythm were instantly disrupted.

In that split second, Li Ang pivoted on his right foot, his body spinning half a circle like a ghostly top.

He moved to the side of the tall, thin man, and with his right foot, he delivered a swift and powerful groin kick from below, his toes pointed, striking the tall, thin man's unprotected groin hard!

"Awooo—!!!"

A heart-wrenching, distorted scream instantly shattered the silence of the night.

The tall, thin man had bulging eyes, his face contorted into a bluish-purple color, and he clutched his lower body tightly with both hands.

He curled up and fell backward like a boiled shrimp, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud.

Aside from convulsions and painful groans, he could utter no other sounds.

They instantly lost their fighting ability.

Li Ang kept moving.

Using the momentum of the rotation, he loosened his left hand from the limp wrist of the tall, thin man.

Transform your palm into a knife, and infuse the edge of your palm with a little bit of true energy.

The blow struck the side of the neck of the bald, muscular man who was barely managing to steady himself due to his companion's obstruction, right at the carotid sinus!

"Well!"

The bald, burly man only managed to let out a short, muffled groan.

His eyes rolled back, his massive body swayed, and the pipe wrench in his hand clattered to the ground.

He himself collapsed limply and fainted.

Li Ang's movements were swift, accurate, and ruthless, without any hesitation; his attacks targeted vital joints.

In the blink of an eye, they took down the two most ferocious-looking ones, gaining the upper hand.

He didn't look like a typical high school student at all.

It's more like a well-trained fighting machine that knows exactly how to incapacitate the enemy in the shortest amount of time.