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Kenny's comment would have been better left unsaid.

Once it was said, the Cavaliers fans in the stands, who were already frustrated by their team's offensive slump, felt even worse.

Frustration spread like a plague.

The audience complained:

"Damn! They're making it so easy right from the start!"

"We're doomed. Our offense is failing, and it looks like our defense is going to be breached too."

"That Marcus looks so calm, he doesn't seem nervous at all."

"The commentators are all praising the other team! What the hell are we even playing?!"

Hearing the pessimistic voices around her, and looking at the red quarterback on the field who seemed to have everything under control, Liu Yue also became nervous.

She instinctively grabbed Li Ang's arm.

On the field, Marcus seemed quite satisfied with his start.

He has done everything a quarterback could do perfectly in this offensive opportunity.

Right now, they are listening to the commentator praising himself out of sheer boredom.

I can't suppress the corners of my mouth.

No wonder I'm so arrogant, it's just that Kawaii High School is really bad!

But soon, he couldn't laugh anymore.

Just as the running back received the ball and was about to start his run.

A massive blue figure, like a wild horse, suddenly burst out from the crowd!

It's Bruce!

This imposing black interceptor, with his astonishing explosive power and keen sense of timing, was a sight to behold.

Despite being pulled away by two forwards, he instantly broke through the Priests' first line of defense and rushed straight at the running back with the ball!

A gasp of surprise erupted from the stands:

"Oh!! Look!"

"Good job, you idiot, get him!"

The priests' running back clearly hadn't expected Bruce to tear apart his offensive line so quickly.

He instinctively wanted to change direction and dodge.

But Bruce's long arm swept across like steel, slamming hard into his arm!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, the ball was knocked out of his hand and flew away.

Fortunately, the running back managed to regain possession of the ball thanks to his tenacious will.

He lost his balance and stumbled forward two steps.

He was quickly tackled and pinned to the ground by a sharp tackle from the Cavaliers linebacker who was right behind him.

The referee's voice then rang out:

"First gear, advance 2 yards!"

Kenny's passionate praise for the Pastors team came to an abrupt halt in the commentary booth.

Caught off guard, she exclaimed in astonishment:

"Wait! What's going on?! Look at this defense! River Valley High School's number 99, Bruce Keaton! He's broken through the defensive line! He's disrupted the Priests' perfect offensive play!"

"My God! I can't believe this big, strong high school student was so clever as to figure out the delivery! Is this what they mean by 'big guys have great wisdom'?!"

"powerful!"

"That's incredible!"

Kenny spoke very quickly, closely following the replay of the footage:

"Oh, the replay is here."

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's revisit this scene. This number 99, oh, his name is Bruce, Bruce first used his arm to make the effective hit, disrupting the running back's balance and starting rhythm!"

"This made subsequent tackles and recovery moves a breeze! Look at the layers of defense this time! The forwards applied pressure, the linebackers covered, clean and efficient!"

"Well done, Cavaliers!"

Cavaliers fans went wild!

The cheers from the stands surged in like a tsunami:

"Well done, you idiot!"

"Good heavens, Bruce!"

"Keep fighting like this! Tear them to pieces!"

On the field, the relaxed expression on the face of Priests captain Marcus vanished instantly.

Instead, there was a deep sense of solemnity.

He stared intently at Bruce, who was getting up from the ground, his chest heaving, but his eyes still fierce.

He whispered to his teammates beside him:

"Strengthen protection for the running backs! That bastard's a tough nut to crack!"

After the second break, Marcus quickly retreated.

This time he opted for a more conservative tactic.

A quick screen-screen short pass.

The target is our own close forward on the left.

The so-called Screen Pass is a classic short passing tactic in American football.

The general idea is that the quarterback passes the ball to the tight end, and the offensive line moves forward to form a screen in front of the receiver, providing cover for his advance.

The pass was very accurate. The near end received the ball, turned around, and several teammates quickly rushed forward.

They formed a human drill.

However, just as the drill bit was about to start moving...

A blue figure, like a cannonball, crashed into the edge of the screen from the side once again!

It's Bruce!

It's Bruce again!

If that interception just now demonstrated his ability to read the offense...

So this time, what he wants to show the priests is his iron muscles and will!

Bruce is like a god of war.

Without any hesitation or evasion, he roared and rammed his shoulder and chest into the attacking forwards who had just started their run and were preparing to clear the way for the receiver!

"Bang! Bang!"

A series of dull thuds echoed.

One of the guards was knocked to the side by his impact.

Another player who tried to block him was forcefully pushed aside by him!

Bruce was like a bulldozer crashing into the crowd, smashing his way through the figures in red team uniforms!

The cost was that his own momentum was also greatly hampered.

Each step he took was unusually heavy, his breath turned into white mist behind his mask, and sweat splattered under the pressure.

But he didn't stop!

The goal is right ahead!

The close forward, who had just received the ball and hadn't yet fully accelerated, was just a few steps away!

Bruce stared intently at the other man, a hoarse growl escaping his throat.

He mustered the last of his strength, pushed off the ground, and his massive body lunged forward!

Jin Duanfeng clearly hadn't expected the screen to be torn open so brutally from the side.

Just as he was about to accelerate, he was slammed into a blue wall!

"boom!"

This time the impact was much more solid!

Bruce's outstretched arms, like iron hoops, firmly locked the near-end forward's waist.

Using the momentum, he slammed him hard to the ground!

The two of them fell onto the grass and rolled around in a ball.

The ball in the close forward's arms also slipped from his grasp and rolled to the side.

Although he quickly caught her again, the attack was nipped in the bud.

The referee blew his whistle.

Dead ball!

The distance traveled in this short screen relay was zero!

The entire stadium seemed to fall silent for a moment, before erupting into an even more frenzied roar!

"My God!"

Kenny Douglas practically yelled from the commentary booth.

"It's him again! Bruce Keaton, number 99! He broke through the screen! He disrupted the tactic with pure power and determination! Look at that tack! Hard-hitting! No fancy moves!"

"He was like a lone knight, while his teammates were still in a daze, he had already smashed through the screen and tackled the receiver! It was insane! I love him!"

Kenny's voice trembled slightly with excitement.

He quickly flipped through the documents beside him, adding rapidly:

"Wait! Ladies and gentlemen, my assistant just handed me more detailed information! Did you all notice? This is number 99, Bruce Keaton, who played center for the Cavaliers' offense throughout the first half!"

"He's a rare combo striker! It's hard to believe that after a fierce and exhausting offensive battle, he came to the defensive end and made two consecutive plays, first using his intelligence to anticipate the run, and now using his body to overpower the screen defense!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, this requires not only monstrous physical abilities, but also an iron will! I apologize for my previous underestimation of River Valley High School!"

"Cavaliers fans, rejoice! You have a true knight!"