"What the fuck..."
The players behind Coach Miller couldn't believe their eyes. Even Travis himself hadn't expected Li Wei's physical abilities to be so outrageous.
Li Wei shoved off the two defensive tackles clinging to him, got to his feet, took off his helmet, and spat out his mouthguard.
"Coach..." The assistant coach beside him swallowed hard. "Should we... run the test again?"
"Shut up!" Coach Miller growled, then took a sharp, deep breath and stormed over to the edge of the end zone.
"Holy fucking Mother Mary..." Miller glanced at the defensive tackles still groaning on the ground, then whipped his head around and roared at the stunned varsity players. "Look! All of you, fucking look! Bruce Lee just steamrolled our defensive line like he was dragging a couple of dead pigs! Tony! Especially you, you dumbass pig! You just spread your legs like a cheap whore and he sent you flying!"
"Hey! Coach..." Tony tried to argue. "I just wasn't warmed up yet..."
