I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Chapter 164 Counterattack Touchdown!

Li Ang's decision to counterattack was not unexpected for the Falcons.

After all, they had already studied the Cavaliers' game against the Timbers last week.

Despite constantly mocking Li Ang, he still deeply respected Li Ang's abilities.

Almost at the same moment Li Ang caught the ball and held it securely, two Trinity College outside linebackers pounced on him from the left and right sides with astonishing speed!

Their explosiveness and sprinting style were clearly a level above the Lincoln Academy players they had faced before.

Meanwhile, on the frontal cover, the other Trinity special operations team members surged forward like a red tide, instantly breaching the hastily constructed, weak defensive wall of River Valley College.

Without Bruce's protection, the Cavaliers' frontcourt is noticeably weaker.

Kevin and Taylor, among others, tried their best to stop them, but they were clearly at a disadvantage in physical confrontation.

It was knocked backward several times.

The formation was instantly torn open in several places.

The Duke coach on the sidelines was terrified, his forehead veins bulging with anxiety.

Waving his arms, he roared at the players on the court: "Li Ang! Don't hesitate! Go to the sideline! Find a chance to get out of bounds! Safety first! Don't take risks!"

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The Falcons' defensive strategy is extremely clear and efficient.

They had clearly studied the video of the previous game between River Valley College and Lincoln College.

I was deeply impressed by Li Ang's speed and his unpredictable ability to change direction.

Although they were extremely dismissive of Li Ang before the match, they treated him with the highest level of courtesy during the actual game.

They spared no effort in using two top-class perimeter guards to apply close pressure immediately.

At the same time, the overall formation quickly pressed forward and encircled the enemy.

The goal is to shut down this dangerous player near the tee line, or even directly in front of the end zone.

This completely dashed River Valley College's hopes of gaining points through the special operations team.

And it greatly demoralized the enemy.

The left-side linebacker was a short, stocky, and muscular white player.

Lower your center of gravity during the sprint.

Like a small tank.

Block Li Ang's route to move to the left flank.

At the same time, he spread his arms, ready to carry out a fierce grappling.

The right-side linebacker is faster and is a Black player with dreadlocks.

His eyes were fierce as he lunged straight at Li Ang.

They attempted to form a pincer attack with their companions.

On the other hand, three members of Trinity's special operations team had already broken through the defenses that River Valley College was struggling to maintain.

They flanked us in a fan shape.

The two closest people were less than five yards away from Li Ang.

Within easy reach.

The standard pocket is tightening rapidly.

In a flash, Li Ang made his move.

He did not charge headlong into the seemingly open but distant right sideline.

They did not attempt to dodge backward.

That would only force us into our own territory, making things even more dangerous.

Just as the short, stocky linebacker on the left was about to touch his jersey, Li Ang suddenly tapped the ground with the toe of his left foot.

It's neither forward nor backward.

Instead, incredibly, he took a small, diagonal step to the left front, in the direction from which the outer guard was charging!

This step was small, but the timing was absolutely perfect.

This allowed him to avoid a head-on collision from the opponent's all-out tackle.

The short, stocky outside linebacker only felt a blue shadow flash before his eyes.

The target slid away from the path I had predicted.

He missed his target.

The immense inertia caused him to stumble forward.

At the same time, Li Ang's body used this step to the left and forward to complete a very slight shift in center of gravity and turn.

The body's vital energy naturally flows into the legs.

The essence of the Meteor Butterfly Step—its ability to defy common sense and achieve near-instantaneous changes in direction and acceleration—was fully displayed with the support of a mid-stage Qi Refining cultivation level.

He was like a fish swimming through a crevice in a rapid current.

He narrowly avoided the tackle from the left.

Their steps did not falter in the slightest.

They even gained a slight boost by taking advantage of the airflow generated by the opponent's forward momentum.

His body exhibited a strange coordination and stability while moving at high speed.

It seems completely unbound by physical inertia.

The dreadlocked outside linebacker on the right has arrived.

He saw his companion fail and roared in anger.

Adjust the direction.

Spreading its arms wide, it enveloped Li Ang like a giant net.

But after completing his first dodge, Li Ang twisted his waist with remarkable flexibility.

Use your right foot as the pivot.

His entire body, carrying the rugby ball he was holding, resembled a rapidly spinning top.

He squeezed into the narrow, almost non-existent gap between the dreadlocked outside linebacker and the player directly flanking him!

The dreadlocked outside lineman felt an irresistible, supple force emanating from Li Ang.

He had clearly reached the edge of Li Ang's jersey.

However, he was repelled by the opponent's strange rotation and the sudden burst of power.

My fingers only grasped at air.

The three Trinity players who were flanking them suddenly saw a blur.

Li Ang had miraculously emerged from the core of the encirclement that the three of them were about to close in on!

He not only broke through the first wave of the most dangerous capture and killing.

Moreover, the speed did not decrease at all during the two consecutive ghostly changes of direction.

Instead, it seemed as if it had broken free of all constraints and suddenly accelerated again!

In the commentary booth, the usually calm analyst Kevin Harper exclaimed for the first time, his voice filled with disbelief: "My God! He made it through! He made it through the Falcons' first line of defense! How is this possible?!"

The thunderous cheers from the home crowd momentarily froze at that moment.

It turned into huge gasps and sporadic exclamations.

"What?!"

"How did he get there?!"

"Damn it! We have to catch up with him!"

The rest of the Trinity Special Task Force members and the linebackers who had already moved from their defensive positions were yelling frantically: "Stop him! From the side! From the side!"

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They're flanking us from all directions.

But Li Ang had already broken out of the most dangerous encirclement area.

There was a relatively open space in front of us, about twenty yards wide.

Directly targeting the opponent's half.

He stopped making any fancy changes of direction.

He poured all the surging internal energy into his legs.

The pure linear burst speed was pushed to its limit at this moment!

The blue number 21 left a faint afterimage.

Like lightning tearing through a deep red curtain.

Sprinting wildly into the depths of the Holy Trinity half of the field!

A Trinity safety coming from the side to cover attempted a tackle from the flank.

But Li Ang only slightly turned his arm holding the ball inward at the moment the ball was about to touch him.

At the same time, the shoulders drop down.

A simple yet extremely effective ball protection move.

This was accompanied by another almost imperceptible acceleration.

The security guard's fingertips barely grazed his shin guards.

He fell to the ground.

Kevin Harper's commentary was trembling: "He's still running! My God! His speed! River Valley College number 21! Leon! He crossed the 40-yard line! The 30-yard line!"

He completely outmaneuvered the Falcons' special operations team! Only the last two cornerbacks were chasing! But the distance was widening!!

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An eerie silence fell over the entire Falcon Stadium.

Only the commentator's excited, cracking voice and the sounds of players running wildly and breathing heavily echoed on the field.

Fifteen thousand spectators dressed in dark red clothes stared wide-eyed.

Watching that blue figure, like an unstoppable ghost, rush uncontrollably towards the end area.

The last ten yards.

A Trinity cornerback made a desperate final dive from the side.

Li Ang didn't even look at him.

He simply held the ball even tighter to his chest.

Lean forward slightly.

Like an arrow released from a bow.

They took a half-step ahead and crossed the end zone line!

The referee's piercing whistle and the raised arms in a touchdown gesture rang out simultaneously with Kevin Harper's almost screaming announcement: "Touchdown!!!!"

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Kevin Harper completely forgot about his partner's position, utterly stunned by this earth-shattering touchdown: "Trip return! 97 yards tip-off touchdown! My God! Only 13 seconds into the game! River Valley Academy Knights!"

Li Ang, number 21! He did it! At Falcon Stadium! In front of everyone! He did it!!!

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boom!

After a brief silence, there was an incredulous, huge uproar and gasps of breath from the home crowd.

Interspersed among them were sporadic, barely suppressed gasps of surprise.

"Fuck!"

"Damn it, that Chinese kid!"

"What happened?!"

"This can't be! What is our special operations team doing?!"

"What incredible luck! Absolutely incredible luck!"

The deep red ocean seemed frozen.

Their faces were filled with astonishment, confusion, and shock.

Their prepared cheers and mockery were all stuck in their throats.

In the commentary booth, Mike Machine Gun Morales stared wide-eyed.

The microphone in my hand almost fell onto the table.

The mocking expression on his face froze completely.

It felt like being slapped hard across the face.

He couldn't utter a single word.

Eve's friends were all dumbfounded.

Eve felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest.

A mix of shock, excitement, and pride for Li Ang surged through me.

It almost made her shout out along with the cheers from those scattered blue areas.

She covered her mouth tightly, but her eyes were bright and fixed on the figure of number 21 on the field.

So cool!

Li Ang is so handsome!

The River Valley Academy's bench erupted in chaos!

All the team members, including Bruce who had his arm in a sling, jumped up.

They were waving towels and helmets wildly.

He roared at the top of his lungs.

They embraced and collided!

Coach Duke slammed his fist hard on the barrier next to him.

His face turned bright red.

He wanted to shout something but was too excited to utter a complete sound.

He just swung his fist forcefully, one punch after another.

On the field, Li Ang slowly stopped in the end zone.

Turn around.

He gently placed the rugby ball on the lawn.

Then raise your hand.

He calmly waved to his own bench and the sparse group of River Valley Academy supporters dressed in blue.

There was still no exaggerated expression on his face.

Only the fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead glistened in the sunlight.

He let out a soft breath.

The surging internal energy within his body gradually calmed down.

The Trinity College players stood in their respective positions.

I stared blankly at the blue figure in the terminal area.

Then look at the scoreboard and see how quickly the score changes.

River Valley College 6, Trinity College 0.

Sean McCarthy stood on the sidelines.

His icy blue eyes were fixed on Li Ang.

The playfulness and arrogance I had before had long since vanished.

Instead, there was a cold, deeply offended anger.

And a hint of barely perceptible solemnity.

Linebacker Liam O'Connor, who resembled a grizzly bear, slowly got up from the ground.

He patted the grass clippings off his clothes.

His grey eyes looked at Li Ang.

He still didn't show much expression.

But the veins on the back of his clenched fist were slightly bulging.

Soon after, the Cavaliers' kicker scored.

The score is 7-0.

The silence that had been broken by the Cavaliers' return touchdown was now replaced by a louder, more volatile din.

A buzzing sound filled the deep red stands.

It's no longer a unified cheering.

Instead, it was filled with astonished discussions, incredulous doubts, and restless boos from those who, having been dealt a heavy blow, were eager to regain their composure.

In the commentary booth, Mike Morales finally snapped out of his daze.

The stiffness on his face from being slapped in the face had not yet completely faded.

But his professional instincts and the stance of a home commentator made him quickly grab the microphone.

The voice was even higher-pitched than before, and even carried a hint of exasperation and shrillness.

Attempting to regain control of the narrative and home-field advantage: "Fine! Fine! One lucky break! A complete, utterly lucky counterattack!"

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He roared into the microphone, spitting as he spoke: "Let's congratulate River Valley's number 21 for winning a moment he can brag about for the rest of his life, 13 seconds into the game! But listen to me, guys, this doesn't change anything! Football is a four-quarter game, a full forty-eight minutes! Not a fucking 100-meter sprint!"

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The Falcons fans in the stands immediately rallied in unison: "That's right! It was a despicable sneak attack!"

"Luck won't always be on their side!"

"Just wait, our attacking force will crush them!"

Morales's partner, Kevin Harper, tried to remain professional, but his voice betrayed his excitement: "An incredible start, Mike Leon's speed and change of direction—I've been commentating on high school games for over a decade, and I've never seen anything like it. The Falcons' special teams have been excellent defensively, but they clearly underestimated number 21's speed and unpredictable dribbling skills. Now the pressure is entirely on Trinity College, and they need to respond immediately."

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Morales practically screamed: "Respond? Of course we'll respond! Look at our offense! Look at Sean McCarthy! Look at Terrence Jones!"

This is true power! A lucky touchdown was like a tickle to a giant. Now, it's time to show these guests from the Valley what a crushing, textbook-level offensive push looks like! Falcons, offense! Enter the game!

On the field, the Falcons players didn't look too good.

Sean McCarthy stood on the sidelines.

His icy blue eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

He tugged hard at the edge of his white gloves.

He rapidly issued instructions to the approaching attack team members.

His voice was cold and hard, no longer carrying the previous ease and arrogance.

Wide receiver Tyreke Jones chewed gum.

He stared fiercely at the opposing River Valley defense team as they entered the game.

Especially Li Ang, who was wearing a blue jersey with the number 21 and walking towards the cornerback position.

Linebacker Liam O'Connor silently walked toward the defensive line.

As they passed by Sean, their eyes briefly met, and they nodded slightly.

The Duke coach was yelling hoarsely from the sidelines: "Defense! Get out there! Hold on! The first wave is crucial! You have to hold on!"

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His waving arm trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

His forehead was covered in sweat.

The elation brought by Li Ang's touchdown was quickly replaced by the immense defensive pressure he was facing.

Losing Bruce not only weakened the offense, but also significantly reduced the toughness of the defensive front line.