Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 583: 582 Red and Black Confrontation Chapter 583: 582 Red and Black Confrontation TJ Watt refused to give up, refused to surrender, even if his steps couldn’t keep up with his torso, even if Li Wei blocked his position, and his body twisted like a pretzel; he still seized the fleeting chance and hurled his entire body forward.

Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhh!

Exerting force, as if grasping at a lifesaver, though his lower body couldn’t exert power, his upper body had already added all its strength onto it.

Grapple.

TJ, caught him.

A different situation, a familiar scene.

This time, Li Wei had also come prepared, with consecutive high-step running and forceful steps.

Feeling the power of the grapple, Li Wei had already begun to break free.

Left side.

Right side.

Left side.

Swinging continuously from side to side like a pendulum, continuously destroying the stability of the grapple, and after the waist’s strength loosened, Li Wei spun clockwise, dragging TJ as if in a pairs figure skating routine.

However, Li Wei had only turned one-third of the way when TJ exhausted his strength, and the centrifugal force flung his body away.

Li Wei felt his body lighten and regained his freedom, completing the remaining two-thirds of the circle with momentum, and finding his direction—

Thud, thud, thud; thud, thud, thud.

Following the inertia, and the centrifugal force, Li Wei also let his instincts take over in the chaos, flinging himself forward, his footwork bursting with explosive power to keep pace.

In the blink of an eye, he had already crossed the thirty-five-yard line.

Without catching his breath, he immediately crossed the thirty-yard line.

TJ, staggering to find his balance, relentlessly pursued again, but watched as the distance grew further, Burns overtaking TJ and speeding towards Li Wei.

Ahead, Safety Edmunds was also ready—

Caught between the jaws of the wolf in front and the tiger behind, but Li Wei’s speed had peaked, he held nothing back, sweeping by like a hurricane.

A gust of wind, as fast as lightning!

Pushing off, sprinting.

Running wild, releasing.

Upon the verdant field, Li Wei became a streak of red light weaving through the dense black tempest, ready to put on a show of single-handedly breaking through the blockade.

The twenty-five-yard line.

Edmunds attempted a head-on interception, only to see Li Wei pull a lateral move to the right, dodging off course.

Li Wei, like a skilled puppeteer, dragged Edmunds’ body along in a counterclockwise arc, with Edmunds swiping near Li Wei’s left shoulder but never quite grasping—

Then, Edmunds ultimately failed to stabilize himself amidst the spin, the world became chaos, and he clumsily and stiffly fell straight down.

The twenty-three-yard line.

Just one step away, Cornerback Artie Burns was already closing in at full speed, his tireless pursuit nearly catching up with Li Wei; Burns had just reached out his right hand, a hint of a smile in his eyes, thinking he was about to catch Li Wei’s right shoulder, he lunged forward, but grasped at nothing—

The smile, frozen at the corner of his mouth.

Li Wei accelerated, within one or two steps, he widened the gap by relying on a sudden burst of speed.

Burns, who lunged forcefully, lost control of his center of gravity, his arms spinning around like wheels trying to maintain stability, but ultimately failing, watching the red storm slip out of his view, collapsing into a mouthful of dust and bits of grass behind Li Wei’s heels.

The twenty-yard line.

With no time to catch his breath, another Safety, Davis, approached from the left side, his shoes seeming to ride on the winds.

This free safety, seeing Li Wei’s unstoppable momentum, was a bit more cautious.

Since he did not have the advantage in size and strength, he did not go all-in but instead used his speed to stick to Li Wei, planning to disrupt Li Wei’s rhythm with bodily physics and attempt to directly push him out of bounds.

Shoving, colliding, squeezing.

Side by side, Davis continued to interfere.

The fifteen-yard line.

Li Wei, brake.

Stop.

A gasp went through the crowd.

Unexpected, totally unexpected, under the circumstances of being surrounded, the usual Li Wei would overpower the opposition with his speed advantage, even if Davis had an edge, it would not necessarily secure the position; but today, Li Wei, at a high-speed run, abruptly hit the brakes.@@novelbin@@

What’s happening?

In the line of sight, Davis, who was still ramming and squeezing, lost his support and veered off to the right, flying out in a sprawling manner.

Davis: ???

Red, motionless.

Black, charging horizontally.

Davis watched, dumbfounded, as he slowly drifted past Li Wei, who stood patient like a good child at a crossroads waiting for a train to pass, waiting for the “train” to pass, before finally taking his stride.

Then, there was no after.

Plop.

Davis hit the deck, face planting, his helmet clanging continuously against the ground.

The thirteen-yard line.

Weaving through the driving rain, the constant stop-and-go controls ignited his internal organs.

Li Wei had neither the time to breathe nor the means to do so, holding his breath, every muscle tensed to its limit.

Pushing off, leaping, hurdling.

Jumping over Davis’s lower leg, in low flight.

But upon landing, he felt his knees buckle, the push-off force insufficient, his steps staggered forward, and just when it seemed he would fall, his peripheral vision caught a burst of black relentlessly pursuing him from the left rear diagonal.

TJ Watt.

Kelsey was trying to block TJ, to buy Li Wei precious adjustment time; but TJ, clenching his teeth with determination, charged like a bull, directly flipping Kelsey over and continuing his powerful charge towards Li Wei.

In the blink of an eye, Li Wei was too late to adjust.

Legs together, he gathered his energy and jumped.

An upright long jump posture, like a rabbit, leaping forward.

Boom.

Behind him, a wave of air rose.

TJ and Kelsey, embroiled in a tangle, raged and licked at Li Wei’s back as if to scorch him.

Stride, push off, adjust.

Li Wei continued forward, stumbling, his center of gravity shaky, looking as if he would fall at any moment; his upper body almost parallel to the ground, his knees barely supporting him.

However—

“The ten-yard line!”

“The five-yard line!”

“Incredible, inconceivable; Li Wei’s steps were almost airborne, but the force of his push-off remained unceasing.”

The entire Arrowhead Stadium held its breath as countless gazes focused on that streak of red, and while the Pittsburgh Steelers’ defensive group unleashed peerless tenacity and strength, the Kansas City Chieftains ignited all their energy with an even firmer and more confident stance.

That streak of red, like the tip of an arrow, forcefully tore through the swathes of black.

One step.

Two steps.

Then, a fish-leap surge.

In that moment, the tide surged, and Felix could no longer contain himself; his heart burst open, and a robust, intense vitality filled every corner of his body.

He stood up involuntarily, throwing his arms high and shouting—

Touchdown!

In that instant, Felix seemed to momentarily forget the shadow of cancer, immersing himself in the moment, indulging in the enjoyment, the blossoming, the burning passion.

Life is not just about length, but also about breadth and depth.

“End zone!”

“Touchdown!”

“Beautiful, brilliant, absolutely dominant!”

“Touchdown!

The Kansas City Chieftains deceived the Pittsburgh Steelers with a fake pass and a true run play, Li Wei carrying the ball to complete a forty-yard ground advance for the touchdown!”

“A spectacular ground advance, Li Wei displayed excellent athletic form, almost single-handedly humiliating the Pittsburgh Steelers’ defense.”

“The defending champions easily led the Pittsburgh Steelers with two touchdowns right from the start!”