Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 679  678 Godlike State

Terrible!

At the moment Humphrey, amidst the chaos and turmoil, confirmed that Mahomes and Li Wei had connected, he knew the defense was in crisis—

Because he knew Li Wei's capabilities, he could never relax.

Without hesitation, Humphrey backpedaled.

However, Kelsey also drew back, attempting to intercept Humphrey's footsteps.

Collision. Entanglement. Pushing.

Humphrey, with a clear goal, circled around Kelsey, not dwelling on the tangles, used rhythm changes to successfully shake off the slightly clumsy defender, opening up his field of vision, but at the same time, Li Wei had already broken through.

Stamping the ground, stepping forward, collision.

Humphrey played very smartly. He didn't try to embrace or deliver a deadly hit, his first step was to get close and entangle, and use his body and strength to continuously press—

The purpose was to disrupt Li Wei's speed and rhythm, looking for an opportunity to knock Li Wei out of bounds.

Facing Li Wei, one must be patient, focused, and maintain composure; it was out of respect for Li Wei that he needed to give his all at that moment.

Footsteps, coming closer.

A compression.

Followed by, another compression.

Humphrey and Li Wei, like bumper cars, tangled near the sideline, Li Wei's just-gaining-speed steps suddenly pulled into the storm.

Then.

At that moment, Li Wei slammed on the brakes.

Without warning, amid a fierce collision and relentless entanglement, an abrupt stop, surprising enough to disrupt the balance.

During Humphrey's third compression, his center of gravity missed, and he immediately realized the danger. His core muscles tensed to control his steps rushing towards the sideline as he had no choice but to embrace Li Wei, dragging him along before they both went out of bounds.

A hand spanned between Humphrey and Li Wei.

It was Li Wei's left hand, reaching Humphrey's right shoulder, even before the palm touched him, Humphrey already sensed trouble and held his breath, but the motion to embrace Li Wei still continued forward, walking right into a trap, and they collided in a flash.

But!

A hand spanned between Humphrey and Li Wei.

It was Li Wei's left hand, reaching Humphrey's right shoulder, even before the palm touched him, Humphrey already sensed trouble and held his breath, but the motion to embrace Li Wei still continued forward, walking right into a trap, and they collided in a flash.

Humph.

Humphrey grunted as the force from Li Wei's left hand explosively unleashed, pouring down like a torrent.

Humphrey's misplaced, off-balance center of gravity didn't allow him to stabilize amid the tumult, and the next second he was thrown into the storm by the formidable force.

Damn.

Humphrey flew out, tumbling out of bounds.

But in a rush, Humphrey wasn't without preparation, at the last moment he tugged at Li Wei's jersey. Though his fingertips didn't manage to grasp firmly, he still slightly tugged Li Wei, pulling his steps a small half-step closer to the sideline.

—Danger.

Li Wei watched the sideline quickly approach, like a cliff edge. His steps, dangerously close, stopped next to the sideline, continuing forward, wobbling.

Tip-toeing, stamping the ground.

Jumping, swaying.

At this moment, Li Wei could not fully release his speed, walking on a highwire like a tightrope, a gust of wind came, and the rope began to shake violently, Li Wei's center of gravity also got pulled into the storm, making him sway side to side, stretching and pulling, barely controlling his body's center of gravity.

Dancing steps, akin to dancing on the edge of a knife, crazily testing the limits at the edge of danger, teetering on the brink, yet unbelievably continuing forward.

Ten yards.　　 　 　　　　　 　　  　　 　 

Watching Li Wei as he had already rushed more than ten yards past the kickoff line, officially entering the Baltimore Ravens Red Zone, his juggling steps once again got surrounded.

But miraculously, Li Wei managed to accelerate amidst the crazy swaying, the twenty-yard line was easily left behind.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

As if walking on water, striding through waves, slowing down even slightly might have allowed the giant waves to engulf him, but he still appeared calm and light.

At the fifteen-yard line, Safety Jefferson appeared.

However, Li Wei didn't pause. His high-speed running unbelievably picked up pace again, like a gust of wind, he dashed ahead before Jefferson could hit hard, breaking through Jefferson's block with sheer speed.

Jefferson was a quarter beat too slow, just by a hair's breadth, his arms flailing as he missed grabbing the back of Li Wei's jersey, where even the hairs on his arms could feel the texture of Li Wei's jersey; but ultimately, he couldn't catch him, stumbling forward.

At the ten-yard line, another safety, Wendell appeared.

Wendell held his breath completely, despite the danger, the urgency, and the precariousness, this experienced safety still kept his mind clear.

Wendell didn't recklessly throw himself into the fray but, mimicking Humphrey, immediately closed in, ready to use his body and strength to push Li Wei out, since Li Wei's steps were already perilously close to the sideline, a slight push would have sent Li Wei flying.

Step up.

Collision.

Wendell: "Ugh."

To his utmost surprise, Li Wei struck first. He preempted by lifting his left hand—

Straight Arm Block.

Before Wendell could exert his force, Li Wei had already countered Wendell's right shoulder with a forceful block, momentarily locking their positions.

Unfortunately, Li Wei's center of gravity was precarious at the moment, making it hard to exert force, and the so-called Straight Arm Block looked more like a reluctant push and pull, not lasting long.

Was Li Wei unaware of this?

No, Li Wei was fully aware. The Straight Arm Block was just a stepping stone.

After the Straight Arm Block, as Wendell reflexively rushed forward, Li Wei bent his elbow, folding his arm, tucked in close to Wendell to prevent any space for Wendell to exert force, shoulder against shoulder finding a leverage point, and then—

He rotated.

A full three hundred sixty degrees clockwise turn, completely sticking to Wendell's body to switch positions.

The next second, Li Wei was ahead, Wendell behind, their positions completely reversed.

"Marseille Turn!"

Amazed shouts and pounding the table, Nantz watched intently as the jersey number twenty-three on the field entered a godlike state.

A switch of positions, and Wendell immediately realized he had been fooled, followed by turning clockwise, his arms wide open, his first reaction was to grab Li Wei's shoulders and arms.

Caught him!

Wendell clenched his teeth, ready to exert force; but Li Wei had already accelerated, slippery as an eel, slipping right out of Wendell's palms.

A miss, and Wendell felt a chilling dread: It was over.

In his sight, the jersey number twenty-three pounding the ground, instantly bursting with speed, seemed to cross the five-yard line with just two strides.

Wendell reflexively chased after him but realized he couldn't keep up, his balance lost, his upper body still lunging forward, grabbing for a fleeting red apparition. Falling flat, he helplessly watched that flash of red blaze draw a breathtaking trail straight ahead.

A whirlwind, Wendell's vision blurred, a vast green rushing at his face, mouth full of dust, only able to see those fleeing sneakers disappear into an abyss, turning around, looking up at the sky, quietly watching as that tall figure completely dominated their territory.

Five-yard line.

End zone line.

Then, standing tall in the end zone, proudly and dominantly occupying the high ground, roaring ferociously as if a king being crowned.