Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 759: 758 Front Breakthrough
 

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

Hill on the right, Watkins on the left, two fast horses sprint at full speed without reservation, crossing the short pass area and showing no intention of stopping in the medium pass area, breaking through towards the long pass area without hesitation—

Near the forty-yard line of the visiting team’s half, they had already entered Mahomes’ range.

Since the beginning of the game, Mahomes had been suppressing the urge to throw long passes, never unleashing the full power of his long throws; but Richie remained vigilant, knowing that a moment’s relaxation could be catastrophic.

Perhaps, the time was now?

In his field of vision, Mahomes was adjusting, the defensive line wasn’t applying too much pressure, allowing Mahomes to move comfortably in the pocket, with enough time and space to observe.

Then, a pause, an adjustment, a swing of his arm—

In an instant, breaths were held.

Richie, following Mahomes’ line of sight, saw Hill at a glance.

The Kansas City Chiefs’ leading wide receiver for three consecutive seasons, top-notch in speed, breakthrough ability, and route running, was now dashing alone, a series of dazzling moves pushing him down the right sideline towards the deep area, his steps already beyond the twenty-yard line, charging full force towards the red zone.

Using his speed advantage, Hill had already created a slight gap. The space was limited, surrounded by two white figures in zone defense, but for Mahomes and Hill, it was enough.

Richie: Keep up, keep up!

In a critical moment, just as Mahomes was about to complete the pass, he pulled back his throwing arm and lightly tossed the football to Li Wei.

All around, there was deafening silence.

It was a run, actually a run, a faux pass turned real run!

“Ah!”

In front of the TV, Annie stood up abruptly with a cry, but the next second, she covered her mouth with both hands, cutting off her shout, her eyes wide with focus as she tensely watched the screen, her entire body taut with anticipation.

Next to her, Jenna wanted to say, stay calm, stay calm, don’t get so worked up; but seeing Annie and Jeff both stand up like meerkats, she couldn’t help but laugh, forgetting what she was going to say for a moment.

Then, her gaze too became locked on the TV screen, fully engrossed.

With a push off the ground, he was off, picking up speed.

Li Wei’s movements were smooth and flowing like water, graceful and pleasing to the eye, like a refreshing breeze swiftly crossing the kickoff line.

On the defensive line, the defensive end Tyquan Lewis, this year’s second-round pick, wasn’t about to give up so easily, quickly taking a half step outward in an attempt to intercept the legendary rookie running back, a confrontation was inevitable regardless.

With difficult and compact steps amid jostling and collisions, Lewis managed to stretch out halfway, an unforeseen barrier on Li Wei’s straight course.

Lewis had exploded with all his might.

Yet, Li Wei sidestepped to the right, his right leg pulling his body outward, the red figure deftly avoiding the obstacle without pause or disruption, continuing to charge straight ahead, his agile and graceful running unimpeded.

Not for a millisecond.

Lewis, having exerted a herculean effort to barely position half his body forward, with a fierce expression and bared teeth, hadn’t even had time to react before feeling a fierce gust sweep across his face, slapping it wildly, and struggling to open his eyes, he refocused only to find nothing in front of him.

Where was he?

Li Wei was already long gone—

Five yards.

Ten yards.

In the blink of an eye, Lewis was left in the dust, not to mention the other defensive players who, from a distance, were still searching the sky for the football’s parabolic flight path. By the time they came to their senses, Li Wei had already broken through the ten-yard area.

The first attack was like taking candy from a baby, without any difficulty.

They could not be stopped. The Indianapolis Colts’ defensive group was completely unable to stop them, the Kansas Chiefs’ Offense took as they pleased, as if walking in their own backyard, firmly in control, toying with the opponent’s defensive group at will, sending wave after wave of offensive attacks without giving them a chance to catch a breath.

Not a single good player.

Standing on the edge of the field, Richie even forgot to swear and gaped at this scene, Running the ball? Had Reed gone mad to keep choosing to run the ball?

Before the game, during the strategic sand table exercise, Richie was brimming with confidence. He believed he had thoroughly analyzed the Kansas City Chiefs’ game videos inside and out. At least from the pre-game preparations, the Indianapolis Colts should have some advantage. The first touchdown had proved that.

But what about after that?

Richie watched the red blur with the number twenty-three on its back, unstoppable, racing ahead, a sense of panic and fear firmly gripping his heart:

Stop him, stop him. Stop! Him! Damn it, stop that damn guy!

Shaquille Leonard appeared.

As the only player in the limping, injured-filled defensive group who could make a difference, Leonard showed up as expected at the critical moment.

One step, stomp.

Two steps, power up.

Leonard didn’t just sit and wait like a sitting duck for the prey to come; he took the initiative to attack—

He had tried to catch the opponent off guard, staying patient and calm, waiting for the prey to come his way, but all had failed; so now, it was time to confront head-on, in his own style, his own way.

Conservative?

That was never Leonard’s style.

Proactive, tough, passionate, and mad, that’s Shaquille “Madman” Leonard.

In fact, Leonard was on the defensive now, his steps following Kelsey as he moved deeper into the zone for passing defense; when he realized Li Wei had the ball, Leonard shook off Kelsey, hustled back into position, and blocked the route, but in the rush, he was completely at a disadvantage.

However, in this passive state, Leonard burst forth with energy—

He was about to show Li Wei the madness of the season’s best defensive rookie.

Sprint, close in, step up.

Li Wei was fast, Leonard was fast too; neither of them slowed down, and the compounding of their speed made the approach faster and more ferocious.

Like two out-of-control high-speed trains colliding head-on.

Air currents, clash.

Leonard didn’t slow down, he was even accelerating, his lips curling into a ferocious smile, his gaze locked on Li Wei, arms open, ready to tackle.

Everything happened in a flash, and it was too late to dodge. Moreover, Leonard was determined and preemptive, his powerful momentum exuding an aura that he would absolutely prevail. Before Li Wei could react, Leonard had already used speed and strength to dominate.

So.

Impact. Tackle. Whirling airwaves.

A mushroom cloud exploded.

Leonard: Got him.