Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 622: 621 inches of iron kills a man Chapter 622: 621 inches of iron kills a man “Straight Arm Block!”

“Li Wei!

Li Wei flipped Bentley with a Straight Arm Block, regaining ground for the push forward, unbelievable!”

“Li Wei starts up again, the advance is still ongoing!”

“The McCourtys are closing in, New England Patriots’ twin brothers are trying to intercept Li Wei.”

“The twenty-five-yard line!”

“Devin McCourty blocks the route—”

Right in front.

Having secured the tactical advantage early on, Safety Devin McCourty stood firm, an unassailable fortress in Li Wei’s path; and the Patriots’ Defensive group from both sides were rapidly encircling to form a pocket.

Li Wei, nowhere to run.

A predicament!

As with the rest of the game, he found himself invariably surrounded the moment he carried the ball.

Those consecutive breakthroughs that looked effortless actually drained his energy and strength severely.

Now, Li Wei was merely powered by a single breath.

But that breath was enough.

His concentration was more intense than ever, his soul and body ablaze.

In the blink of an eye, Li Wei took in the rapidly closing blue wave before him without slowing down his pace.

Instead, he was accelerating.

Using the momentum and speed from the Straight Arm Block, he continued his surge forward.

Devin McCourty and Li Wei, like two race cars with failed brakes, hurtled towards each other, with no time even to catch a breath before collision near the twenty-yard line.

Devin tensed his muscles, bending his knees, and grounding his energy in his Dantian, ready for impact, prepared for mutually assured destruction.

However.

As the collision seemed imminent, a split second away, Li Wei veered right in the momentum of the charge, spinning a full three hundred sixty degrees counterclockwise.

Everything happened too suddenly, too swiftly.

Devin couldn’t react in time, feeling a gust smack him across the face like a slap, the fierce wind pummeling down as he stumbled backward from lowering his center too much.

At the same time.

Devin caught a glimpse in his peripheral vision of a white flash fluidly sidestepping the obstacle and pressing on, the sleek motion the epitome of smoothness, leaving behind only an afterimage, that gust squarely hitting Devin in the chest.

Damn it!

But Li Wei didn’t have the time to concern himself with Devin’s shattered pride strewn all over the place.

He knew he was teetering on the brink, in imminent danger of collapsing, so he couldn’t afford to force a confrontation but had to outmaneuver it.

The greater the crisis, the more dire the difficulty, the calmer he became.

Step, step, step, step.

Forgetting everything else, he stepped forcefully, leaving Devin behind and charging full speed in a straight-line post-exhaustion.

His pace could no longer explode into speed but just barely maintained, like a model on the verge of falling apart, purely reliant on inertia and speed to stay intact, his mind fixated on a single thought—

Run.

Then, Jason McCourty caught up.

Now, Jason finally made full use of his speed advantage to close the gap with Li Wei.

A blue and white duo side by side.

With the end zone within reach, Jason had no time to wait for another opportunity, so he went for a side collision, jostling and ramming to break Li Wei’s balance.

The fifteen-yard line.

Li Wei could barely maintain his footing; it seemed like he might be sent flying the next second.

He could only continue tapping the ground with the tips of his toes, pushing his body forward amid the chaos and turbulence.

Accelerate.

Clench your teeth tight!

Accelerate.

Teeth clenched together fiercely, every muscle in the body taut to the extreme.

The ten-yard line.

The end zone was within arm’s reach.

Jason could no longer care about anything else, grabbing the jersey, then the helmet—anything he could to hold on.

Yellow flags were no longer a concern; he needed to stop Li Wei, leveraging his grip to exert force.

At that moment, Li Wei’s body, with no grip left, floated lightly into the air.

Li Wei simply went with it, propelling himself straight into Jason.

No power?

But there was body weight.

Li Wei and Jason collided with full force, tangling up together in a struggle, with Jason unable to exert his full strength before being swept back into Li Wei’s pace.

Incredibly, they began to waltz—

Twirling, then twirling again.

But there was nothing graceful about it.

Li Wei clenched his teeth tightly, summoning the last bit of energy from the depths of his dantian.

He thrust his shoulder forward, along with the dwindling power of his legs pushing off the ground, slamming into Jason with a wave and a shove of his left hand.

And just like that, Jason was sent flying.

Gasp.

The whole stadium was shocked!

Li Wei regained his freedom and quickly oriented himself amid the chaos and dizziness.

His staggering steps were realigned, his nearly disintegrated bones held together by the merest sliver of strength.

He faced the end zone once again.

Pushing off the ground, one step.

Pushing off, two steps.

Leaping like a fish, Li Wei vaulted into the end zone, as if pole-vaulting over the high bar in a world-record attempt.

Time seemed to pause for a moment.

Thud.

Clang, clang.

A mess of noise ensued, objects and microphones in the broadcasting room knocked to the floor, but before they could be discerned, they were overwhelmed by the passionate commentary.

“Touchdown!”

“Touchdown touchdown touchdown!

Touch… down…”

“Incredible!

Unbelievable!

Wow!

What exactly are we witnessing!”

“God!”

“From Mahomes to Li Wei!

The Kansas City Chiefs Offense once again demonstrates their boldness and courage, facing the New England Patriots’ all-out pressure.

The young quarterback Mahomes finds space with his pocket mobility and delivers a 25-yard pass to Li Wei.”

“Connection successful, it’s a first down, third gear conversion perfectly executed!”

“But that’s not all.”

“Li Wei, fully encased by the Patriots’ defense, still found a gap to burn all his energy, turning a third gear conversion into a touchdown pass!”

“Unimaginable!”

“Li Wei!

Again, Li Wei!

Still, Li Wei!

Indeed, it’s Li Wei!”

“Relying solely on his own strength, he forcefully breaks through the Patriots’ intensive defense, displaying speed, power, confrontation, agility, and evasion—demonstrating all the skills of an elite player in the game.”

“Touchdown!”

“The Kansas City Chiefs take the lead on the road, breaking the scoreless deadlock in the fourth quarter.

They are less than five minutes away from defeating the New England Patriots for the third time.”

Smack.

Rolling up, Li Wei stood back up, slamming the football down into the ground.

Without a roar or a bellow, he stood in the Gillette Stadium’s home end zone, like a battle-scarred warrior, towering over the field, as the home crowd’s cheers and support fell silent—

The nightmare replayed.

A bone-chilling fear spread throughout the stadium, the nightmare of last season’s games against the Kansas Chiefs gripping their throats in an instant.

A shiver ran through them.

Then, Gillette Stadium erupted in even more incredible and astonishing ferocity, like a tempest clawing its way toward the white number 23 surging forward.

Ah, ahhh.

Mahomes, simply clenching his fists, lost in the moment and utterly exhilarated, let out a full-throated roar as his pent-up frustrations were briefly released.

In his eyes, there burned a fierce fighting spirit—

Let the storm rage even more fiercely.

“45:38”

In the fourth quarter, the Kansas Chiefs offense was the first to break the deadlock.