Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 621: 620 Broken Kite Chapter 621: 620 Broken Kite Defensive End Flores was fully focused, his aching muscles tensed to the limit, eyes bursting with a determination to win, he exploded off the line—

Mahomes.

Mahomes.

Mahomes.

His eyes and mind filled only with the figure of the opposing quarterback, Flores released his power in an instant, charging out like a tiger descending the mountain.

Sack!

Without a doubt, Flores aimed for the sack.

A misplacement of his center of gravity and a push with hands like giant fans, he used a slight move to shove away the oncoming opponent aside with ease, seizing the chance with skillful maneuvering, his footsteps immediately following up, moving forward without hesitation.

Mahomes… Li Wei?

Wait, why was Li Wei here?

Just now, Flores had the advantage, preying on the unprepared, but he didn’t expect to step into the Hunter’s trap and switch to being on the defensive.

The smile, then, turned into fear.

However.

There was no time to think, Flores couldn’t even brace himself with his hands as Li Wei’s tackle came from below, flipping Flores off his feet.

The fierce tiger became a sick cat.

Forget about breaking through the offensive line to sack Mahomes, in the next second, he was flipped by the offensive line who had swiftly caught up with his steps, and then…

there was no after.

Flores fell on his back, staring as the defensive group’s blitz was forcefully reduced by one, losing their numerical advantage just like that; then, in a world turned upside down, he saw Li Wei had already charged out, heading straight for Rookie Bentley.

Rookie Bentley: Damn it!

A second ago, Bentley was still cursing and swearing that Li Wei was a coward who didn’t dare to face him one-on-one—it seemed he must have been scared out of his wits by that lethal tackle, but guarding against Li Wei, he still couldn’t be careless and had to stick to him at once.

A second later, Bentley saw Li Wei rushing towards him like a fierce predator, the menacing and brutal gaze hidden behind the helmet clearly aiming for his knees, ready to power through with a strike.

Bentley couldn’t believe that Li Wei actually dared to risk a penalty with a no-ball tackle—

Has Li Wei gone mad?

But that deathly fear clutched his heart, knees buckling.

Bentley paused for a second, then he saw what seemed to be a mocking smile on Li Wei’s lips:

Weakling.

Immediately after, Li Wei pulled aside sharply and changed direction, slipping past Bentley like a whirlwind passing to his right.

Staggering.

Teetering.

Bentley took two steps back before he managed to control his balance and avoid falling.

It was then he realized Li Wei had just faked him out and played him, the humiliation and anger instantly devouring his rationale, igniting his fighting spirit.

He pushed off the ground, turned around, and sprinted; Bentley unleashed his speed without restraint, pursuing Li Wei like an arrow leaving the bow.

The midfield line, crossed.

The forty-five-yard line.

The forty-yard line.

Only then did the rookie Bentley realize what everyone admired about Li Wei—as his endurance was depleted, he could still burst with speed.

Although Bentley pushed his own speed to the limit, within a mere ten-yard interval, he could visibly see Li Wei pulling away.

Only ten yards.

The burst of speed from Li Wei was truly terrifying.

But Bentley didn’t give up, he couldn’t give up—

Man-to-man defense, one spot for each player, and right now Bentley still didn’t know who Mahomes would pass to; if Bentley didn’t keep up, it would leave Li Wei completely unmarked.

Clenching his teeth tightly, Bentley’s whole being ignited.

Agh, ahhh!

Sprinting, full-speed sprinting.

The thirty-five-yard line.

The thirty-yard line.

In his pupils, the figure of Li Wei began to enlarge.

That meant—

Li Wei wasn’t slowing down, he was adjusting his rhythm, getting ready to catch the ball.

Clearly, the New England Patriots’ all-out assault was of concern to Li Wei, fearing that Mahomes might not hold out for long.

Even if Li Wei had cleared Flores as an obstacle, Mahomes would still face other threats.

Therefore, Li Wei didn’t continue to push deep downfield but adjusted his steps and looked back at the pocket.

Bentley: Opportunity.

Sprinting at full speed, shortening the distance, Bentley, too, looked towards the pocket.

As expected, Mahomes found himself in a crisis amidst a blue tsunami, dancing on the edge of a knife, liable to fall to the ground at any moment.

Amidst the pervasive scent of blood, Mahomes’ secondary defensive read finally saw an opening—

Li Wei!

Li Wei was open.

Without hesitation, Mahomes executed a sudden stop and pivot, avoiding a third sack crisis—even in a predicament where his knees and calves couldn’t generate power, he relied entirely on his upper body to forcefully throw a rainbow bridge.

The football, slicing through the sky.

Mahomes could no longer maintain his balance, collapsing from exhaustion, but his eyes remained firmly fixed on the football, catching a glimpse of a streak of blue charging at Li Wei.

Danger!

Seizing the moment when Li Wei had to watch the trajectory of the pass, Bentley not only closed the distance but also spread his arms wide and charged at Li Wei with full force.

Li Wei noticed, but he couldn’t dodge.

Choppy steps, backpedaling.

Li Wei could only adjust within the limited space, his gaze locked on the football.

Whoosh.

The football securely nestled into Li Wei’s embrace.

Immediately afterward, he backpedaled, continuing to retreat.

With a large step back, Li Wei narrowly evaded the position, causing Bentley to lunge at air.

But Bentley was relentless, closely following, biting at Li Wei’s heels.

Amidst the staggering and bumping, as Li Wei continued to backpedal, he lost his speed advantage on the brink of Bentley catching up to him.

Li Wei slightly shifted to the side, conceding space, keeping pace with Bentley.

He raised his left hand in a straight arm block to protect himself.

Then, the two men faced off, like short-track speed skaters.

In the midst of the run, a push.

Continuing to drive off the ground, a second push.

Amidst adjustments of speed and center of gravity, Li Wei’s straight arm block didn’t have much force, failing to truly move Bentley, merely an itch through a boot.

Bentley, seeing his chance within reach, gritted his teeth and continued his approach, ready to dive forward and complete the tackle.

In the nick of time, Li Wei came to an abrupt stop.

Bentley was startled but his second reaction was swift: he had predicted this move.

Holding his breath, Bentley immediately came to a sudden stop and pivoted, not waiting to adjust his center of gravity, pirouetting on the spot like a ballerina and immediately lunging at Li Wei.

Ahead was Li Wei’s left hand—

Straight arm block.

Bentley didn’t take it seriously.

But suddenly, a heaviness in the chest.

Hmph.

With a stifled grunt, the power of the straight arm block was unleashed instantaneously like a floodgate, completely different from the previous two pushes, the erupting force irrationally overwhelmed Bentley’s reason.

Then Bentley’s mind went blank, his vision darkened.

When his focus returned, Bentley could only see the stars over Foxborough filling the sky, the world spinning three hundred and sixty degrees.

His body couldn’t move, as if his soul had been ejected from the shell, watching from on high as his body was launched into the air, and the white number 23 figure blithely passed by, completing the breakthrough with no recourse.

He was like a kite with its string cut.

How…

what happened?