Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 875: 874 Flying Pig Soaring into the Sky

Ndamukong: Heh heh, poor rookie, now he finally has the chance to savor the taste of “Violent Su.” He doesn’t even realize what he’s missed out on.

In Ndamukong’s eyes, the New England Patriots’ dirty tactics against Li Wei were nothing but gentlemanly moves, completely harmless, gentle as a spring breeze, lightly coddling him—and yet Li Wei was whining at Gillette Stadium, all teary-eyed.

The young generation has seen nothing of the real world. Now let Violent Su teach him a soul-shaking lesson, and he’ll understand what football is all about.

But Ndamukong couldn’t make his move immediately, because Donald had already charged forward heedlessly. Ndamukong had to fend off two opponents on his own. Despite seeing Li Wei breaking through, there were still obstacles in the way.

In the blink of an eye, suddenly—

A fist hammered the stomach, a hand yanked the helmet’s chin strap, covert little moves dancing out of the referee’s view. All too familiar. With skilled precision, Ndamukong cleanly maneuvered past the offensive line player in front of him. Then, in one fluid motion, he used the player as a sandbag and tossed him toward another offensive lineman, shoving him for added measure. In mere moments, he had cleared his path.

Referee: Wait, is this a foul? It seems like…

With his view obstructed by Ndamukong, the referee couldn’t properly see it. Just as he hesitated to throw the penalty flag, Ndamukong had already moved into position.

He opened his arms, akin to a hawk catching chicks, intercepting the advancing route.

But this was just a smoke bomb. Ndamukong’s real plan was to use his body to lean forward and exert pressure, secretly using his helmet to collide with the opponent’s helmet—delivering a tremendous force to knock out the running back, leaving them defenseless.

From a different angle, this was indeed like a hawk catching chicks.