bookpower Chapter 686: Nezha Conquers the Dragon King
Chapter 686: Nezha Conquers the Dragon King
Chapter 686: Nezha Conquers the Dragon King
Wait, where’s Li Wei?
Wait, where’s Kelsey?
No, where are Hill and Hunter?
The Kansas City Chiefs dazzled with their routes, fully demonstrating the proper way to deploy the Shotgun Formation, scattering five receiving points like stars strewn across the sky, leaving the Baltimore Ravens’ seven secondary defenders suddenly shorthanded and scrambling.
Although five defensive players each took responsibility for their mark, a small issue now arose.
On one hand, the two players responsible for the area zone defense failed to agree, one stayed in the short pass area for zone coverage while the other kept retreating into the mid-pass area. But they were surrounded by dizzying red figures, their steps uncertain in the vast center of the field.
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On the other hand, the players on man coverage were being led by the nose, whether following Hill into the deep field or returning with Hunter and Watkins to the mid-pass area. They were like headless flies crashing about in the unpredictable running paths.
So, now, who’s where?
Meanwhile, inside the pocket, the scene was one of tranquil serenity.
The Kansas City Chiefs, seemingly unintentionally, had the offensive line retreat a step, forming a pocket around Mahomes at its center, steadfast as the last line of defense, effectively blocking the Baltimore Ravens’ four-man rush.
Mahomes was free.
Like in a safe harbor, he observed with ease and calm, initiating a secondary defensive read, and despite the chaos before him, he methodically unraveled the puzzles.
Retreat, move, adjust.
Mahomes gained ample and stable time, scanning the entire field —
Observe, decide, act.
Of course, this was no easy task as the red figures were encircled by black, the black figures having the advantage in numbers, disrupting the red’s coordinated positioning amidst a blend of light and shadow, making it nearly impossible to find any gaps.
This was the predicament in which Jackson had collapsed.
So, what about Mahomes?
With a piercing gaze, he scanned the field, accurately catching a gap amid the crisscross of dense chessboard-like patterns, and quickly made his move.
Pass.
Not a parabola, but a straight line, an almost linear bullet pass.
Power, speed, burst—all are unleashed as the wrist flicks swiftly, exploding the energy instantaneously, turning the Football into a streak of light breaking through.
The target of the pass is —
The short pass area’s Kelsey?
If Watkins was unmarked, should he fill the gap, otherwise once Watkins caught the ball, a turnaround would lead him straight down an open field; but for Levi, crossing over the slot into the central zone, where it was densely packed with people, the threat level steeply diminished.
Mosley’s steps showed slight hesitation.
This hesitation was merely a millisecond’s pause. Ordinary spectators couldn’t notice it; but as the game changed in the blink of an eye, things were already different.
Without any hesitation, Levi continued forward, creating a one-and-a-half-step gap, a sidestep facing the pocket—
Opportunity.
Mahomes caught on, and the football, like a cannonball, shot out of its barrel.
Bang.
Straight, fast, powerful.
A fifteen-yard pass, Mahomes relying solely on the strength of his “Kirin Arm” to forcibly push the football out, completing the connection between him and Levi.
The football accurately burrowed into Levi’s embrace—
Catch, control.
Steps, retreating continually, seeking space to keep pushing forward, but in the next second, he could see shadows like hellish demons encircling around. Levi’s steps couldn’t adjust in time, without hesitation, without delay, he decisively went down.
Fifteen yards, secured.
“Beautiful!”
“A crisp and clean pass.”
“In Baltimore Ravens’ impervious second-line defense, Mahomes found a gap calmly and precisely, completing a powerful pass, and directly connecting with his running back, Levi, accurately and sharply tearing through an opening, quickly securing the first attack.”
“Clearly, the Kansas Chiefs Offense was well-prepared.”
Whether it was Mosley or Saggs, or even Wendell, all were just a step away, but all they could do was watch Levi making the catch, going down, and claiming the first down—effortless and direct, not even letting the defense touch a piece of his jersey.
So close, yet so far.
There was a bitter taste of being played, spreading on the tongue, watching the opponent freely take and give leisurely walks on their own turf, which made the faces of the three generals of the Baltimore Ravens Defense not too pleasant.
However, Levi stood up, barely even glancing at them, not even deigning to taunt, tossing the football to the referee, signaling the Kansas Chiefs Offense players to quickly line up—
Continue, continue.
The offense hadn’t ended yet. What was there to celebrate?
The defensive trio watched Levi’s retreating figure with livid faces, nearly biting through the tender flesh inside their mouths, the taste of blood spreading inside.
A whiff of blood.