Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 491: 490 Absolutely Active Chapter 491: 490 Absolutely Active Thump, thump.

His heart raced uncontrollably.

Pederson was trying to calm himself, but it was clearly not easy.

His mind roared.

It was a Wuju Merchant offense, unbelievably a Wuju Merchant offense.

In the first half’s countdown stage, the Philadelphia Eagles unleashed a super surge with “Philly Special,” transforming decay into magic with a one-yard score; so now, was it the Chiefs’ turn with “Chiefs Special”?

Smith, Alex Smith?

The overwhelmed Smith?

But at the crucial Super Bowl moment, he pulled out the secret weapon of the Wuju Merchant offense?

Preposterous!

However, the Kansas Chiefs completely dominated.

First and ten, Smith’s short pass connected with Hunter, easily gaining seven yards, and stepping out of bounds.

Second and three, Smith found Kelsey, a smooth four-yard conversion, and stepping out of bounds.

They had speed, rhythm, explosive power, and control, despite initially wasting some time utilizing Li Wei’s ground attack to open the play; but subsequently, the rhythm of the Wuju Merchant offense exploded, quickly making up for the wasted time—

The Philadelphia Eagles struggled to cope.

Even though the Eagles’ secondary defense maintained tight man-to-man marking with high concentration, without a hint of distraction; they were completely passive, retreating step by step amidst Smith’s barrage of rapid, short passes, the pressure the Defensive group tried to create just didn’t happen.

One step, then another, the Philadelphia Eagles Defensive line was collapsing.

Who could have predicted this scene?

On the field, Smith was fully focused, firing on all cylinders, his inner cosmos burning, firmly seizing the opportunities, maximizing the power of his short passes in his comfort zone, and after playing the best game of his career, he ascended a level higher, delivering the most brilliant two minutes of his career.

Pederson, caught off guard.

If this continued, it was only a matter of time before the Kansas Chiefs scored a game-winning touchdown, they didn’t even need to attempt a Hail Mary.

“Think!

Doug, think!”

Pederson forced himself to calm down, thinking about how to handle the Wuju Merchant offense?

The answer lay with the quarterback.

Pressure, the Defensive group had to pressure the quarterback, not be led by the nose, if the Defensive group chased the football, their legs were destined not to outrun the football, they had to snuff out the driving force behind the passes from the root.

So, was this the right answer?

No one knew.

But Pederson had no time to hesitate, because the Wuju Merchant offense continued, and the Philadelphia Eagles had to respond, otherwise the outcome was unimaginable.

Just then, as Pederson sensed something odd, his first command was “Spread out,” the secondary defense needed to cut their losses in time—

The Defensive group could allow the Chieftains to catch the ball, but they couldn’t let them keep advancing, consuming time in this manner.

But now, this tactic was off-beat, the Philadelphia Eagles needed to change their strategy.

“Press.”

Pederson issued the command.

Full press, from the Defensive line to the linemen to the cornerbacks and the safety.

The Philadelphia Eagles’ defense needed to be aggressive, to take the initiative and apply pressure—

Man-to-man marking, sticking with the receivers from the moment the ball was snapped, altering the strategy with the safety and the cornerback, along with an additional lineman focusing on the five receiving points, while the other two linemen joined the Defensive line to carry out a pass rush, disrupting Smith’s rhythm.

“Attack!”

The Kansas Chiefs’ Wuju Merchant offense still operated at high speed, avoiding any breathing space, firmly holding the initiative in their hands.

However, this came at a cost.

While the Philadelphia Eagles’ Defensive group was exhausted from running, the Kansas Chiefs Offense was also burning energy, barely hanging on by a thread after an already fully explosive and tightly stretched game.

It was at this moment.

The Philadelphia Eagles’ defensive group suddenly exploded with power, reversing the disadvantage in one fell swoop.

Bang, bang, bang.

In the confrontation on the defensive line, one could clearly feel the overwhelming power surging forth, irrationally and fiercely lunging at Smith.

Smith: …

His knees were trembling.

Today, Smith had performed beyond his usual limits, although he had been sacked once; but don’t forget, as a traditional pocket quarterback, he had dodged four sack crises tonight with his stalwart pocket mobility—

At least four times.

Smith had done his best, constantly struggling, fighting, and persevering; the recent Wuju Merchant offense had been pushing the limits.

At that time, the pressure turned into a tangible blast, as if a heavy punch had fiercely struck Smith’s nose bridge.

Uh.

A muffled grunt.

Smith’s steps were slightly disrupted, but he still clenched his teeth and held his breath, crouching low to dodge the oncoming sack.

He could feel a fierce wind grazing his cheek, and with a slight turn of his body, he tossed the football lightly.

A toss.

Damn!

The football had just left his hand when Smith realized his wrist was too stiff, and the throw too forceful, causing the ball’s trajectory to press down fiercely toward the ground.

However, Smith had no time to think.

Defensive End Graham had already slammed into him.

Although Graham realized Smith had released the ball and consciously sidestepped to avoid a harsh collision with the quarterback thereby avoiding a penalty, the two still tumbled over together.

Smith ignored Graham and hurriedly looked ahead.

Li Wei, with a maneuver “scooping the moon from the sea’s bottom,” managed a last-minute save by catching the football right before it hit the ground, but he lost the initiative due to the awkward catch, and was brought down by a double tackle from Bradham and Darby.

Three yards.

Just a gain of three yards, and he didn’t get out of bounds.

In the moment of Smith’s frustration, Reed had decisively used the third and final timeout, stopping the clock without hesitation.

Huff, puff.

Offensive group or defensive group, everyone was red-faced and sweating profusely, all were physically spent with trembling knees, the recent Wuju Merchant offensive utterly burned up the last energy of both the offense and defense.

Huff, puff.

Not just the players, at this moment, every spectator watching the game without exception, whether inside or outside through the TV, everyone was gasping like bulls, intensely feeling the deadlock of the moment, their chests nearly exploding.

The brain, due to overheating, was blank.

“Damn.”

Rarely seen, Smith cussed, all because he had forcibly disrupted the continuity of the Kansas Chiefs’ Wuju Merchant offense.

Game time, thirty-nine seconds.

Offensive group position, opposite half field at thirty-seven yards.

Here, nearing field goal range; but a field goal wasn’t enough for the Kansas Chiefs, they needed a touchdown, the only way to turn the game around.

However, the Wuju Merchant offense had been abruptly disrupted, not only breaking the continuity of the offense but also squandering their final chip in controlling the game time.

Game timeout:

Kansas Chiefs, 0.

Philadelphia Eagles, 3.

Quietly, the situation shifted, as the Philadelphia Eagles’ defensive group clung to the situation, preventing a total collapse and promptly hit the brakes.

But, no time for sorrow, no time for regrets.

“Alex, the next wave of offense…”

From the headset came a voice, it wasn’t the offensive coordinator Nagy, but Reed.