Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 594

Chapter 594: 593 Complete Overturn Chapter 594: 593 Complete Overturn “`

Mahomes was just a little bit nervous—

Running routes was not his forte.

He would rather stay back, either helping Li Wei in the pocket by setting a block or running the ball himself with the Read Option Offense, for that was his domain.

Charging to the front lines?

That was not his profession.

But now, the Kansas City Chiefs needed to thoroughly disrupt the rhythm; they couldn’t continue to play to the Pittsburgh Steelers’ beat.

Otherwise, the Pittsburgh Steelers’ defensive group would become more and more adept.

Chaos was the key for the Kansas Chiefs Offense to find their rhythm again.

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The timing of a trick play was not random.

The focus was on the magic of surprise and firmly seizing the fleeting window of confusion.

So, this had to be done, starting with the quarterback.

The entire tactic had to be completely unconventional, including the passing target and the advancement route.

Mahomes knew he needed to step up.

If there was any chance of success, the quarterback had to be Li Wei.

Normally, the two would train together and help each other, with Li Wei helping Mahomes practice passing, and vice versa, Mahomes catching when Li Wei threw, creating some tacit understanding between them.

Originally, the trick play’s quarterback was Hunter; Reed wanted to turn things inside out completely.

Because Li Wei passing would make people think of the Super Bowl’s Chiefs Special and be easily recognized, possibly affecting the effect; but even taking a risk couldn’t be reckless, ultimately, Reed still chose Li Wei looking to ensure a higher success rate.

“Sherlock, just focus on me,”

“Don’t worry about others.

Just run the pre-determined route, and everything will fall into place.

Others will help clear the path.”

Mahomes remembered Li Wei’s words firmly.

Before the snap, his palms were still sweating; but after the snap, with an adrenaline surge, Mahomes got into the zone.

He stuffed the football into Li Wei’s embrace and left the pocket, stealthily slipping out from the left slot position.

The scene was somewhat humorous.

Mahomes’s burly figure, on tiptoes, glided past the clash zone of the front line like Tom from “Tom and Jerry” preparing to ambush Jerry, thinking he was cleverly hidden behind the wall not knowing he was already exposed.

But that’s how the magic was completed.

Li Wei and Hunter drew all eyes, and Mahomes actually managed an incredible stealthy exit without attracting any attention.@@@@

The Steelers’ lineman Dupree caught a glimpse of a red figure in the corner of his eye.

As he wondered, he didn’t have the chance to turn and look before he noticed Li Wei’s motion to run the ball.

Instinctively, he followed suit, bypassing the clash zone, preparing to tackle Li Wei to the ground.

Mahomes, with the grace of the “Four Little Swans,” crossed the line of scrimmage, bypassed the front line meat grinder and, in the blink of an eye, had surged forward ten yards and cut into the central territory following the slot position.

Getting closer.

Even closer.

As Mahomes felt the intense heat closing in, hesitating whether to fall to the ground or to charge head-on, a flash of red entered the scene, a sideways tackle cutting across, you could even clearly see Burnett’s tensed face transform into the legendary painting “The Scream” by Edvard Munch.

Whoosh.

Burnett disappeared.

—It was Kelsey.

He was not fighting alone.

Mahomes’s confused and tense emotions steadied slightly, regaining his focus.

His slowed steps picked up speed again.

Pushing off.

Exerting force.

Sprinting.

The whole world turned into a maelstrom, as if the roaring sound was echoing above the eardrums.

“Run, Patrick, run!”

Sprinting, rushing headlong, he momentarily set aside the burden of his first career start, the weight of defending the title, and the ferocity of the Pittsburgh Steelers, returning to his true self—pure, indulgent, free—the way he felt when he first started to run.

It felt as if he could fly if he ran fast enough.

Thump thump thump, thump thump thump.

Mahomes ran faster and faster, crossing the entire field, with the end zone now close at hand—a black storm was approaching.

Edmund.

Safety Edmund shook off wide receiver Watkins, becoming the Steelers’ last line of defense.

Mahomes, with a clear mind, knew he should’ve fallen to the ground to avoid injury, but in that moment, his boiling blood told him:

Don’t stop.

Pushing off, surging forward, Mahomes not only didn’t fall to the ground but even picked up speed.

Just as the black and red were about to collide, Mahomes astonishingly changed direction toward the upper left.

One step.

Two steps.

Just two short steps that let him dodge successfully, making Edmund’s surefire tackle miss.

Once again, Mahomes’s path forward opened up.

Only a fool would try to brute force their way through.

Heh.

With a stride, Mahomes entered the end zone—

Ah, ah ah ah!

A triumphant roar, a thunderous bellow.