Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 642: 641 Unstoppable Chapter 642: 641 Unstoppable On one side, Atkins believed that Li Wei was bluffing, so he opted for a retaliatory strike.

On the other side, Li Wei also thought that Atkins was bluffing, so he decided to lure him into a trap.

Li Wei, going with the flow, obliged Atkins’ wish by initiating first, yet he closely watched Atkins’ movement details, especially his knees and shoulders, after accurately judging Atkins’ grappling tendency—

Brake.

Halt.

In just a short moment, waiting for Atkins to make a grappling move, Li Wei pushed off with his left leg, maintaining a light and agile body as he spun counterclockwise, circling three hundred and sixty degrees around Atkins’ left arm.

Atkins was startled: He had actually missed!

Really!

With no time for annoyance or anger, he instinctively tried to react again to catch up, but then he found that Li Wei’s body relied completely on his own, simply using Atkins as a pivot to complete the turn, with his strength and body solidly pinned against Atkins, trapping him in place.

Atkins couldn’t move.

His clumsy and heavy body was always one beat slower than Li Wei.

Atkins awkwardly and disgracefully turned his head, noticing that even though Li Wei was close on him, he was helpless and couldn’t even use his body as a weapon to throw himself at Li Wei to disrupt his center of gravity.

Then, Atkins saw those eyes in Li Wei’s helmet.

Clear, bright, with a hint of a smile.

Atkins: ???

The next second, that smile skillfully slipped out of sight, vanishing like a wisp of smoke.

That posture, that motion, done so effortlessly, seemed to convey:

Wait, was someone just trying to guard me?

Atkins was about to spew out a mouthful of old blood stuck in his chest, but before he could, the body that had been pressing down and relying on itself simply couldn’t hold up anymore and charged out fiercely, hitting the turf.

On the side of the field, Lewis got so choked up he nearly couldn’t catch his breath: Damn!

Stop him!

Hurry up and stop that damn guy!

“Breakthrough!”

“Starting up!”

“Wow, Li Wei’s lightness and agility make Atkins look like a lifeless wooden stake, effortlessly completing the escape and continued advance.”

“Outside Linebacker Nick Vigil is trying to grapple.”

“Straight Arm Block!”

“Li Wei resists Vigil’s attempt to grapple, and the two get entwined together, with Cornerback Williams Jackson rushing over quickly to assist.”

“Beautiful!”

“Li Wei brakes, breaking free from the tangle, and with a Straight Arm Block, he shoves Vigil away.”

“Vigil loses balance, tumbling forward out of Li Wei’s path.”

“Terrible!”

“Jackson brakes too late, and Vigil collides head-on with his teammate.

But the two fall in front of Li Wei, blocking the path ahead.”

“The scene is somewhat chaotic.”

“Li Wei!”

“Fantastic!”

“Li Wei leaps over Vigil and Jackson with a hurdling motion, breaking through from above them.”

“Unexpected, absolutely unexpected, Vigil and Jackson both misjudge and watch open-eyed as Li Wei breaks through their airspace.”

“In front, only Bates is left!”

“Dangerous!”

Bumpy, chaotic, dizzying.

On the surface, Li Wei’s movements seemed smooth and graceful, but in reality, it was a forced choice, with no way to brake or time to change direction.

Just about to be tripped by the obstacles in front, the only option in a rush was to hurdle, leaping straight over from above.

But in reality, because of the lack of a running start, there was not enough momentum, and the height and distance were mediocre, barely landing, his knees weak and nearly unable to stand steady, he saw a figure right in front of him before he could adjust his center of gravity—

Free Safety Jessie Bates, Cincinnati Bengals’ second-round pick, 54th overall this year.

Initially, Lewis picked Bates to serve as a backup free safety; but Bates conquered the coaches with his exceptional performance during the training camp, earning the starting spot by proving himself with his strength.

Here was a young man with the power, ambition, determination, and passion.

Li Wei was Bates’s target.

Focused, calm, and all-out effort.

Bates instantly noticed Li Wei’s disorganized footsteps and shaky balance, without any hesitation or delay, he sprinted forward to slam into Li Wei.

Tackle?

No, no, no, Bates knew his 200-pound (91 kg) frame had little chance of fully controlling Li Wei, so instead of tackling, hitting him was the better choice.

Turn sideways, bend the knees, deliver the shoulder.

Bates seized the moment and struck decisively, capitalizing on the advantage.

Bang!

Bates slammed into Li Wei.

And not just once.

Once, twice, thrice, the continuous collisions, squeezing, and driving added the force and speed to the weight, Bates was undermining Li Wei’s center of gravity.

Li Wei was steadily pushed back.

His steps, which had just moved forward, were forced back again.

Behind him, Vigil and Jackson had already gotten up, encircling him on three sides.

In the midst of the chaos and jolting, Li Wei was unable to form an effective resistance, his center of gravity drifting like a dry leaf devoid of any moisture amidst the turbulent waves.

Li Wei didn’t resist; instead, he simply stepped back in response to Bates’s blow, holding his breath momentarily before taking a slight step diagonally upwards to the right.

Then—

Bang.

When Bates came crashing in again, their positions shifted, shoulders colliding, converting the intersecting forces into a whirlpool.

Bates: Damn it!

Still immersed in his own joy, Bates realized something was wrong.

Indeed, Li Wei spun around, using his left shoulder to deflect the momentum of Bates’s charge and stepping out of his trajectory, his feet already darting toward the sideline.

Then came the acceleration, the sprint.

Bates’s heart clutched tightly, no time for panic or fear, following instantly, pushing his speed to the limit without any reservation.

In the Rookie Training Camp, Bates had impressed scouts with his short burst of acceleration within ten yards, and now he was showcasing his specialty.

He was getting closer.

Even closer!

Jersey number twenty-three, within arm’s reach.

“Edgerunner!”

“God, Li Wei!

Li Wei!

Li Wei!

The Edgerunner shines again at Arrowhead Stadium!”

“Bates, just a bit more, just a tiny bit, a half a palm’s distance, he almost touched Li Wei’s shoulder, but he was still one step behind.”

“In just three to five steps, Li Wei had already made the adjustments, not only regaining his balance but also accelerating without any reservations.”

“Bates had given it his all, but the speed of Li Wei was truly astonishing.”

Bates: Argh, agh, aghhh!

Speed, power, all burst forth, yet he could still see the once reachable distance pulling away again before his eyes, visibly expanding.

Li Wei’s footsteps dazzled along the sideline, the tips of his shoes continuously pounding the ground, picking up speed with each stride, a tumultuous surge lifting off the right sideline, swiftly engulfing Bates, Vigil, and Jackson—

Leaving them in the dust.

“Twenty yards!”

“Twenty-five yards!”

“Thirty yards!”

“End zone, touchdown!”

“No one can stop Li Wei, no one!

Once he’s at full speed, it’s a nightmare for the opposition, a nightmare of despair!”

“The Edgerunner completes a thirty-three-yard breakaway run for a touchdown, claiming the first score for the Kansas City Chiefs in the game’s opening offensive drive!”

“It seems the Kansas City Chiefs are completely unaffected by the previous game’s outcome.”

Boom!

The entire Arrowhead Stadium instantly turned into a red ocean, a volcanic eruption, with familiar chants soaring through the skies, stirring up a rolling heatwave.

“He’s here, he’s there, he’s everywhere, he is the Edgerunner, Li Wei Li Wei Li Wei!”