Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 485: Continuous Fighting 484 Chapter 485: Continuous Fighting 484 Jiang Yin silently watched the field, watched Li Wei, her heart curling into a ball as she trembled uncontrollably.

Despite her intellect telling her there was no need to worry, that the team doctor and other teammates were with Li Wei, her heart still tugged.

That was her child, the one she’d nurtured and accompanied as he grew up.

Watching him covered in blood, she temporarily forgot to breathe.

Time seemed to hit the pause button.

Then.

Li Yi couldn’t hold back anymore and turned to leave the VIP lounge.@@novelbin@@

He couldn’t stand there, watching everything yet doing nothing.

He needed to do something.

“Old Li.”

But Jiang Yin called out to Li Yi.

Li Yi stopped in his tracks, his face full of rage as he turned to look at Jiang Yin.

Jiang Yin’s shoulders trembled slightly, her lips almost colorless.

She turned her head to Li Yi and said, “Old Li, our son has grown up.

This is his battle, he needs to finish it on his own.”

Li Yi frowned tightly, “Nonsense!”

Jiang Yin shook her head and did not continue to say more, only looking toward the field, “You watch.”

Li Yi was startled and, after hesitating, he walked back and stood in front of the window to look down.

Jiang Yin straightened her back and spread her shoulders, finding her courage.

A resolute expression crossed her features.

Despite the hot tears not fully wiped from her eyes, she watched the figure on the field with a gaze both firm and powerful.

On the side of the field, a heavy, oppressive, and bewildered low pressure hung over the Kansas City Chiefs—

They had performed exceptionally throughout the game, fought without reservation, withstood the opponent’s heavy impacts, and clenched their teeth to endure until now.

However, they were still too young, having narrowly escaped death twice against the Tennessee Titans and the New England Patriots, experienced a full release in the American League finals, endured the weighty blow just before their team leader’s return, and the multiple close calls and fierce fighting tonight, yet they stumbled just before the finish line—the worst stumble of the match.

For a moment, the collective spirit inevitably wavered.

At that moment, Berry appeared.

He tried to move forward with the aid of crutches, tried to fight shoulder to shoulder with his teammates.

But he couldn’t.

At that moment, Berry hated his own frailty and helplessness, as the team needed him most and yet he could only watch from the sidelines.

Watching this unfold, Berry couldn’t and didn’t dare to approach.

At this point, he was a burden to the team, unable to assist them in any way.

Yet.

Yet…

he really, really wanted to fight alongside them, even in the face of failure; he wished to face it with them.

They were so close, yet it felt as though they were worlds apart.

Then.

Berry’s gaze collided with Li Wei’s.

Li Wei smiled.

He raised his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and struck his chest once, then again, as if feeling the heartbeat, as if feeling the blood boiling within him.

No words were needed; a single gesture was enough.

Berry understood:

Still fighting.

Refusing to give up, refusing to surrender, continuing to battle, burn, and release; the game wasn’t over yet.

Thump, thump, thump.

The dull sounds somehow released an incredible energy.

It was the sound of the heart colliding; it was also the sound of the fist striking.

A silent roar that, with a prideful and confident stance, voiced the sound of the Kansas City Chiefs.

Involuntarily, Berry also straightened up, clenched his fist, and beat his chest.

Inside the Old Oak Tavern.

Utter silence, complete stillness.

Anderson gazed at the television screen.

Li Wei hadn’t forgotten his promise, he said he would fight until the last moment; Anderson, too, had not forgotten his, pledging to stand by the team whenever and wherever.

Indeed, competitive sports, just like real life, are cruel.

Effort does not always yield reward, persistence does not always lead to victory.

They might harbor hope yet never see the dawn, the team could give their all only to collapse into nothingness before the finish line.

The gloom and depression blanketing Kansas City would not miraculously dissipate due to the outcome of one game.

Hardships and challenges keep looming, unrelentingly haunting them in circles.

That was the reality.

But still, they kept fighting, they kept persisting.

They still foolishly and stubbornly believed in the dream.

Bang.

Anderson too clenched his fist and thumped his chest, once, then again, commanding his heart to beat, as tears welled up in his eyes and he lifted his head, staring at the television screen.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

A silent endorsement began to spread.

West and Provo stood in two cities separated by thousands of miles, watching their respective big screens, but in this moment, transcending the confines of space and time, they made the same gesture.

Fighting side by side.

Li Yi was stunned.

He never understood football, but at this moment, he felt it—the passion, the will, the belief—all burning bright.

Turning his head, Li Yi saw Jiang Yin with tears in her eyes yet striking her chest with stubborn determination, a simple act that exploded with incredible power.

Then, Li Yi, too, clenched his fist and thumped his own chest.

Bang.

Bang.

Bang.

Smith stood tall.

Kelsey and Mahomes lifted their heads once more.

Even Childres clenched his fist.

One by one, the spectators in the U.S.

Bank Stadium, dressed in red jerseys, stood up in silence, looking up and puffing out their chests as they watched the field.

Not cheering, not shouting, just knocking their fists against their chests, feeling the heartbeat.

The muffled sound unbelievably linked together, eventually forming a rope, evolving into incredible energy like a tsunami swirling and surging over U.S.

Bank Stadium, penetrating television screens and spreading across the North American continent.

Solemn yet powerful.

At the center of it all, a young man clad in jersey number twenty-three, his face covered in blood but his eyes ablaze, was igniting his soul, sounding the charge into battle.

In the end, all eyes turned to the Kansas City Chiefs Defense.

The players, led by Houston, did not speak, merely exchanged glances—

The entire game, it had been the Offensive group upholding the match; now it was the Defensive group’s turn.

Just like the Philadelphia Eagles had stepped up at the crucial moment to break the balance, how could they let the opponent shine alone?

Houston smiled.

Even if Berry couldn’t play, even if Smith and Li Wei were already battered, even if Revis and the rest were in the throes of exhaustion, what did it matter?

They would still fight to the end.

The game wasn’t over yet, was it?

Turning around, Houston led the Defensive group onto the field.

Two minutes eleven seconds, two minutes ten seconds…

Game time was ticking away—only this much remained until the end of the 52nd Super Bowl.

Football at the Philadelphia Eagles’ seventeen-yard line, Philadelphia had already begun celebrating the victory, celebrating their team’s first ever Super Bowl Championship Trophy; but Minneapolis could deeply feel the essence of battle.

Foles took the field again, his performance tonight almost divine, just needing to sign off with the perfect final touch.

But this time, it was slightly different.

Foles’ mission wasn’t to advance or to score, but to waste time, control the ball, to steer the game firmly toward victory.

The opponent was full of fighting spirit; and Foles was no exception.

His eyes revealed a yearning.

He too was eager to continue to unleash himself unreservedly, as if this was the last chance to shine in his career.