St. Martin Academy hadn't expected their opponent to attempt a second offense at such a critical moment.
Soon, St. Martin Academy's quarterback also gathered his men, forming a single-line formation, facing off against their opponent.
This action clearly showed some disdain for Medford High.
Realizing that their opponent wanted another head-on collision, Aaron's anger was also ignited. He whispered, "Mike, I'll try my best to tie up their quarterback later. You just need to run forward. Can you do that?"
Aaron, who frequently trained against Mike, had the most authority regarding Mike's strength. In any case, he wouldn't be worse than Sam.
"Understood—" Mike responded, his gaze searching for an offensive route through his helmet.
The opponent, originally the defending team, had adopted an offensive stance, with all their defensive linemen and linebackers gathered around their own quarterback.
This was clearly a hybrid formation.
After a brief analysis, Mike found that the opponent's formation had weaknesses on both sides.
Especially on the right-hand side, which was the opponent's left, there was almost no defensive strength.
Beep—
With the whistle, players from both sides clashed fiercely around the quarterback.
Aaron instantly threw the football from between his legs to Mike, then joined the confrontation himself.
"Now!"
Mike feigned a breakthrough to the left, and after a deceptive move, he twisted his waist to the right sideline, leaning forward, his speed suddenly accelerating.
"Damn it, stop him!"
When St. Martin Academy realized something was wrong, only two linebackers were close enough to control the field.
Seeing Mike trying to steal a play, these two reacted quickly, forming a pincer attack from left and right, looking as if they were about to tackle Mike on the spot.
Looking at the two opponents who had crouched down, ready for impact, Mike, who had already picked up speed, suddenly leaped.
Amidst gasps, Mike, in a hurdle-like posture, flew over the heads of the two linebackers.
Such a high-difficulty move is usually only performed by players with exceptional physical fitness.
Witnessing such a spectacular moment in a high school league.
At this moment, Medford's supporters outside the field all stood up, letting out thunderous cheers.
"Good! That's it!!" A man by the sideline, holding a long-range camera, cheered loudly, "If this round scores a touchdown, it will definitely make it into this week's top ten plays!"
The man was a local TV station employee, who had initially thought that being assigned to a small place like Medford meant there wouldn't be much to report.
However, Medford High's number twenty-one, as a dark horse, gave him a pleasant surprise.
Another reason for the man's excitement was that his performance bonus for this month was secured.
At this time, Mike was at top speed, with no time to pay attention to the situation outside the field. All he heard was the wind, accompanied by his own breathing.
"GO! GO! GO!!"
After advancing eighty yards, Mike encountered the opponent's safety in front of their end zone.
This was the last line of defense.
Mike, with people chasing him from behind, knew that if he paused even for a moment, he would be tangled up by those catching up.
He briefly glanced at the opponent's safety. From his physique, he was also a speed-oriented player.
In that case, let's go for it—
Not every speed-oriented player has a balanced physique like Mike.
Greater speed means a smaller build and more agility. The opposing safety was an extremely specialized player who sacrificed strength purely for speed.
At his maximum speed, Mike didn't have time to change direction. He bent slightly forward, fully preparing for impact.
"Bang—"
Amidst the violent collision, the safety's slender body was sent flying two or three meters.
The most primitive form of confrontation can make one's hormones surge.
Mike was in such a state at this moment, only, he hadn't expected his opponent to be so weak, flying away with just one touch.
Then, amidst a chorus of cheers, Mike, holding the football, charged straight in and completed a touchdown.
By the time Mike excitedly threw down the football in the opponent's end zone, George, as a wide receiver, had just arrived, wanting to celebrate.
"Mike!!!"
Regina rushed onto the field, pushed George aside, and leaped onto Mike.
Then, she hugged Mike's helmet and kissed it fiercely.
By the time the other cheerleading squad members came to pull the excited Regina away, Mike's helmet already had a row of conspicuous lipstick marks.
Then, the cheerleading squad and the arriving players gathered around Mike, cheering.
"Yes—" Coach George on the sideline fiercely waved his fist, dispelling all the anxiety in his heart.
With nine points plus six points, Medford High had almost secured the victory.
"George, you were right, you won us the victory!" Assistant Coach Wayne also enthusiastically offered his compliments.
"It's nothing, this is all the result of the players' hard work." George enjoyed the flattery, then adopted the proper demeanor.
As a head coach, what could be more worth showing off than victory?
"I knew we shouldn't have punted, Mike did very well." On the sidelines, Sheldon also showed a reserved smile.
"Excuse me, please settle the bill." After cheering, Connie approached Greer.
Compared to the surrounding excitement, Greer was feeling a bit down at the moment, but he still pulled out one hundred dollars and handed it to Connie.
However, his gaze towards number twenty-one on the field and Coach George on the sideline was quite unfriendly.
Amidst the cheers, the head referee on the field called over the celebrating Medford High team, then escorted the cheerleading squad members off the field.
The third quarter was about to end, and Medford High still had a chance for an extra point.
Retreating to five yards outside the opponent's end zone, Aaron, holding the football, asked, "Mike, field goal or another touchdown?"
Mike's spectacular performance earlier had completely won over Aaron, the team captain.
Extra point options: a field goal for one point, or a second touchdown for two points.
"Let's coordinate, we'll go for another touchdown—" Mike said firmly.
Compared to a few minutes ago, the Medford High team had even more fighting spirit.
And Mike himself had picked up many attribute light clusters from the cheering players earlier.
All in all, Mike's physique had increased from one hundred forty-six before the game to one hundred fifty-one.
"Good!" Aaron also felt a sense of exhilaration. He once again directed his players to prepare for the confrontation.
Beep—
The football once again landed in Mike's hands.
This time, he didn't play any tricks. Instead, he held the football and charged into the crowd, completing another touchdown with a forceful approach.
Medford High added two more points.
This offensive play also completely crushed St. Martin Academy's morale.
In sports, morale is the soul of a team.
The third quarter ended. Two minutes later, St. Martin Academy seemed to not have recovered from being scored on in the previous round.
After the change of possession, before the end of the fourth quarter, Mike used another opportunity to showcase his physical prowess, helping Medford High secure a large-margin victory.
The final score for the two teams was locked at 24:9.
After his physique reached one hundred fifty, Mike could clearly feel that his strength was a cut above the other players on the field.
Then, after the game, Mike received several large football experience light clusters from Coach George, which further elevated his football skill to a professional level of LV3.
In a school league, Mike's football skill was already enough for him to dominate.