Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 493: 492 Fourth gear seven code Chapter 493: 492 Fourth gear seven code Collision.

Swaying.

Disruption.

Like a small boat facing a storm on the vast ocean, wave after wave made Li Wei’s entire world spin and toss at high speed.

He felt like throwing up.

It had to be said, Bradham was seeing red.

If it had been running with the ball, Li Wei could have confronted the situation in his own way; but this was about receiving a pass, where he had to secure his position and catch the ball on the move, which prevented Li Wei from shaking off the entanglement in his usual manner.

However.

Li Wei stood his ground.

His legs, like pillars, forcefully pushed off the ground, with his back bearing the hit.

He didn’t rush but clenched his teeth hard, enduring all the rocking.

Out of the corner of his eye, he quickly assessed the situation—

The football’s position, Bradham’s collision.

A gap, a moment.

Without any warning, Li Wei suddenly exerted force, relying on the reaction force from pushing off the ground to slam backwards with an overwhelming strength bursting forth.

Boom!

“Li Wei VS Bradham.”

A head-on confrontation.

Bradham, caught up in his continuous interference, was completely unprepared for the impact that hit him squarely, causing his chest to feel stifled, his limbs to go numb, his strength to crumble, and before he could even grunt, he collapsed like a puppet with cut strings and then—

Flew backward.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t being thrown into the air but staggering backwards as his limbs, instantly drained of strength and losing control of his body, couldn’t maintain balance.

One step.

Two steps.

And then he could no longer withstand the impact and tumbled backward with a thud.

Taking advantage of the momentum, he executed a backward roll, akin to a juggler’s trick.

Meanwhile, Li Wei, ready and waiting, gained the initiative with a deliberate yet unintentional move, stepping forward with the reaction force and, without interference, caught the football.

But this time he didn’t rush out of bounds.

It was a five-yard short pass, aimed for the element of surprise.

But that wasn’t enough to secure the initial attack.

So.

With nimble steps, he pivoted on the spot, turning 180 degrees to face the approaching cornerback Darby.

There was no time for entanglement, no time for hesitation.

Li Wei made a split-second decision, bent his knees to lower his gravity, and collided head-on with Darby who had come to meet him.

Bang!

Direct contact.

Darby had clearly not anticipated this, and the surge of power forced him to retreat several steps in a stagger.

However.

Before he could even catch his breath, Darby saw Li Wei charging like a Super Saiyan after a momentary pause, with no time to react as the tumultuous airstream had already hit him first.

In a rush, Darby only managed to lower his gravity to assume a defensive stance.

The next second—

Bang!

Another head-on collision.

Li Wei, with brute force, flipped Darby from below upwards.

Darby’s upper body tilted backward, feeling light as if freed from gravity he took flight, his breath stuck in his chest.

The beauty of power, exploded across the field.

But Li Wei was suffering too.

His muscles, tense to the extreme, could not sustain the violent recoil of the opposing force shaking his center of gravity.

Crisis, a teetering one at that.

Li Wei gritted his teeth, didn’t fight the inertia but instead used it to his advantage.

On tiptoes and along the sideline, he advanced forward like a blade’s edge in a deadly dance.

One step, two steps, three steps.

In a situation where he was almost falling over, Li Wei miraculously continued to push forward until the breath from deep within his Dantian was spent.

Without hesitation or delay, he neatly stepped out of bounds to stop the play, ending the advance.

“Edgerunner!”

Suddenly, Collinsworth slammed the desk, his cheeks flushed and his body shaking, unable to contain his excitement and agitation, his eyes filled with astonishment.

“Unbelievable.”

“Unbelievable!”

“Facing fourth and seven, the Kansas City Chiefs used Wanfu Mary as a decoy to opt for a short pass; Li Wei, despite being double-teamed, managed to catch for five yards and kept pushing for seven, not only precariously accomplishing the fourth-down conversion but also bringing the Chiefs past their opponent’s thirty-yard line.”

“Seven seconds left in the game.”

“Anything is possible!”

“God, oh God!”

“Just as we were marvelling at the Philadelphia Eagles’ best performance of the season, the Kansas City Chiefs held onto the game with unparalleled composure and patience, saving their most spectacular and mysterious weapon for the end.”

“Whether it’s the Wuju Merchant offense or the feigned Wanfu Mary smoke bomb, the Chiefs have completely dominated the tactical battle in this round of offense and defense.”

“It’s not that Pederson made a mistake, but Reed outmaneuvered him!”

“The game isn’t over yet.”

“What will the Kansas City Chiefs do next in order to complete this down, or even two downs of offense?”

“The Philadelphia Eagles need to be cautious about fouling; in the intense physical confrontations at the limits of stamina, the likelihood of fouling shoots up, and the Eagles, who have controlled their number of fouls well throughout the game, cannot afford a single mistake now.”

The entire stadium was tense to the extreme, and Jiang Yin felt almost unable to breathe.

Never in a million years did they expect—

“Time-out!”

“Pederson has called a time-out!”

“Clearly, Pederson realizes they have no advantage in this wave of offenses, with Reed always one step ahead in firmly holding the offensive advantage.”

“Although choosing a time-out now may give the Chiefs a chance to catch their breath, the Eagles’ defensive group also needs time to regroup.”

The field was charged with tension.

Team assistants rushed onto the field immediately, passing towels and water bottles to the players, while the captains swiftly returned to consult with the coaching staff, urgently seizing every second to strategize.

On the Philadelphia Eagles’ side.

Foles had a brief moment of daze, thinking that if only they could have connected successfully to continue the offense, the championship trophy would have been securely in their hands.

Unfortunately, there are no “ifs”.

“Nick!”

Wentz shouted out loud.

Despite being out due to an injury, Wentz was also at the fieldside tonight, accompanying the team throughout this tense and thrilling match, actively participating in discussions with each appearance of the offensive group, cheering the team on in his own way, and fully supporting Foles.

Wentz longed to play, not only craving the championship but also the chance to compete with Li Wei on the same field.

Regrettably, he couldn’t.

But that didn’t mean he would miss out on this showdown.

Wentz’s shout pulled Foles back from his thoughts, passing along a firm gaze: they had done well, there was no need for regret or annoyance.

Now, the Eagles’ defensive group needed their support.

Foles took a deep breath, turned around, and walked towards Wentz, gathering around the core players of the defensive group.

On the Kansas City Chiefs’ side.

Smith was restless, again and again—it was always like this.

He had done his best, just nearing the finish line, only to fall short at the final hurdle.

This nightmare had followed him throughout his entire career, and tonight was no exception.

Now, it was happening again.

The finish line was within reach, yet Smith was seized by unease.

Not just Smith, all the offensive group players felt the same way; both body and mind had reached their limits, even standing upright was a struggle, and they inevitably seemed nervous for the moment.

“Captain!”

A voice called out.

Looking up, Smith saw Li Wei’s smiling face, squeezing water from the bottle into his throat.

“Remember what we said?”

“We lack confidence, but we will win.”

“Trust me, we will win.”