Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 582: Surrounded by enemies on all sides; in a desperate situation Chapter 582: Surrounded by enemies on all sides; in a desperate situation Surrounded on all sides, in a desperate situation!

The moment his feet crossed the kickoff line, a solid formation was spread out before Li Wei; not just on the near side, but with a safety stationed on the far side as well.

Layers upon layers of obstacles.

Nevertheless, Li Wei still didn’t rush.

A pause.

He halted his steps, drawing the enemy in deeper, striking after taking their measure.

With one movement, he immediately triggered a chain reaction.

In the silent confrontation, the instinctive reflex actions of the players ahead became clear, as did the way they handled the crisis—like witnessing the onslaught of a violent storm.

A second look.

On the right, Burns and on the left, Williams, both continued to accelerate.

They weren’t unable to stop; instead, they were like soldiers facing a formidable foe, clenching their teeth and trying to increase their speed to stop Li Wei for a head-on collision.

In the middle, TJ was an exception, noticing Li Wei’s steps and immediately sounding the alarm.

He braked, controlling his body as if he saw his teammate Bell, bending his knees to lower his center of gravity, and went on full alert.

TJ, with the stance of a hunter, kept his eyes firmly locked on Li Wei.

The trident attack coming head-on suddenly changed, with bayonets lancing out from both sides.

A third look.

Only then did Li Wei start moving.

He feinted to the right without stopping and then dashed to the left.

He could see in his peripheral vision TJ’s slow-motion replay-like movement, mirroring Li Wei’s movement, but a little slower in reaction and thus put on the defensive.

A smile began to form at the corner of Li Wei’s mouth as he suddenly burst into motion.

His speed exploded to the fullest, charging along a diagonal path to the left, turning his passive situation into an aggressive one, with the added momentum of speed and power propelling his body for the assault.

TJ: Damn.

Williams: Help…

Help me!

This scene seemed familiar.

In the first offensive wave, Li Wei’s ground running was just like this.

Was he now preparing to copy-paste again?

Actually!

It’s the “Bell mode” again!

The first time, it might have been a coincidence; the second time, it was clearly a slap in the face.

Brazenly using the Bell mode to break through, standing in front of the Pittsburgh Steelers defensive group, he moved as if he were in a circus act, trespassing in a place where no one else dared, such humiliation was akin to a slap.

Having already slapped one cheek, he was prepared to replicate it on the other.

TJ wouldn’t allow it.

Maybe TJ and Li Wei were friends; maybe TJ also sympathized with Bell; maybe TJ also disapproved of the Pittsburgh Steelers’ treatment of Bell.

But at that moment, on the field, facing the attitude displayed by Li Wei, it was as if he was provoking the authority of the Steelers, a traditional defensive powerhouse, crushing the dignity and pride of the Pittsburgh Steelers in the manner of Bell.

That was something TJ could not tolerate.

TJ refused to dishonor the jersey he wore.

He didn’t want to, and he couldn’t.

TJ clenched his teeth and gave it his all.

Even though he was half a beat behind, he still forcefully exploded with energy to keep up the pace, entering a state of intense focus to ignite his inner cosmos, surging forth like an arrow.

Williams was somewhat panicked, his memory of the impending doom hadn’t even faded yet, leaving him with no time to worry about Bell and even less time to worry about Tomlin.

A pure fear and helplessness instantly took over his brain, his muscles tensed, he lowered his center of gravity, and slightly turned his body—

In a stance to meet the impact.

Like a turtle retreating into its shell when threatened.

…Hmm?

The expected impact did not come.

Williams blinked in surprise, only then realizing he had closed his eyes, completely passive, missing the critical moment.

As he opened his eyes, a gust of wind slapped across his face, too late to react, and in the fringes of his vision, he only saw a blur of red.

The heart of Williams sank: It was over.

But then.

The next second, Williams hadn’t even realized what was happening when there was a flurry of slapping and shoving from the right—

Not from the front left, but from the back right.

Turning his head, Williams saw TJ performing an emergency brake behind him, barely managing to control his body; they almost collided.

TJ regained control, but without time to pay attention to Williams, immediately took off again, circling Williams and following the diagonal line in pursuit.

Hey, what?

Wait, he, and that other guy?

Williams felt disoriented, unable to find either Li Wei or TJ—any sense of humiliation or shame didn’t have a chance to manifest.

His whole world was spinning, birds chirping over his head.

Something, it seemed, wasn’t quite right.

Li Wei, this time, didn’t choose a head-on collision but a dislocation, brushing past close to Williams’s left shoulder, taking a detour.

Using Williams as a shield to block TJ and Burns, in the blink of an eye, he was already cutting into the territory along the left diagonal at full speed.

The key to everything was fluidity.

Here the “passing” wasn’t a collision or a breakthrough, but a true passing—

The kind of passing that’s like “a leaf that doesn’t stick to any flowers in a garden,” a route devised after a second reading of the defense.

Thrilling, yet silky smooth.@@novelbin@@

Li Wei’s steps faced no obstruction or deceleration; he flowed like a cloud and water, already beyond the first marker.

The central territory to his left opened wide, his peripheral vision catching the cornerback and the safety from the other side closing in fast, but this didn’t hinder his relentless advance.

With one stride, even before any of the Pittsburgh Steelers’ defensive players could touch Li Wei, he had already crossed the forty-yard line of the opposing half.

First down, secured.

TJ: Danger, danger danger danger!

TJ was fully concentrated, locking onto Li Wei—

The Pittsburgh Steelers today dressed in vintage black jerseys, with their frontal color clash colliding with the red of the Kansas City Chiefs.

A streak of black charged horizontally, intercepting the streak of red attempting to distance itself diagonally for a smooth breakthrough.

Closing in, intersecting.

Just as the black was about to slam into the red, no one expected the red to perform an emergency stop, tiptoeing, sucking in the belly, puffing out the chest, and clearing the path ahead, narrowly avoiding the desperate black horizontal strike.

Heh, brushing past.

TJ could see the focus in Li Wei’s helmeted gaze, and Li Wei could see the fierce determination in TJ’s.

It was a close call, but still out of reach.

TJ clenched his teeth tightly, stopped abruptly, turned on a dime, and then saw Li Wei take off again, switching from a diagonal to a straight line, passing the spot he had been 0.5 seconds before, brushing past TJ’s back to complete the breakthrough.

At that moment, TJ’s back was to Li Wei, unable to turn around, let alone make a tackle.

Li Wei was flirting with danger, dancing on the blade’s edge.

But it was precisely such a daring attitude that hindered TJ’s movements, leaving him with muscle yet powerless to exert force.

Helplessly, TJ saw Li Wei brushing past behind his shoulder.

The red surge swept past the black shield with ease, evading the heavy with agility, breaking the strong with nimbleness.

The clash of colors created a rolling heatwave in the air.

The world was on fire.

So, is this it?

TJ said “no.”

Spinning on the spot, jumping up right there, without a run-up or even the ability to gain momentum, but TJ, driven by a moment of unwavering will at the nth hour, incredibly flung his body forward.

No certainty, but no reservations either.

Because TJ knew that even a millisecond of hesitation would mean losing Li Wei.

It had to be now.

Ugh.

With a grunt of exertion, TJ threw himself forward, wrapping his arms around Li Wei’s waist—

He caught him.