Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 495

Chapter 495: Bend the bow to shoot the eagle Chapter 495: Bend the bow to shoot the eagle “`

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

The football, passing from Smith’s embrace to Hunter’s hands and then to Li Wei’s, was tossed backward like a juggling act, completely disrupting the layout.

Pederson had not anticipated this scene, his heart stuck in his throat.

The Philadelphia Eagles’ defensive group was not mentally prepared and could only reflexively trail the football, entirely led by the nose.

But!

The blitz, was still a blitz.

Lineman Kendricks was fully focused, closely following Defensive End Brandon Graham, tearing through the offensive line’s block to cut into the pocket.

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Stopping his steps, Kendricks noticed the trajectory of the football.

As a middle linebacker, Kendricks had been nearly invisible the entire game today, unable to contribute much to the ground defense, lacking the domination of the regular season and reawakening the nightmare of facing Li Wei in week two of the regular season; he was also holding his breath, trying to prove himself.

The opportunity was right there.

Kendricks’s face showed a fierce determination as he shifted his focus, moving from his left to his right amid the chaos and bumping, aiming dead at Li Wei.

Advance, collide, tackle.

But.

Smith was utterly focused, his eyes not leaving the play, biting down hard on his teeth, not allowing himself to relax or give up.

This quarterback, who had never been in the spotlight, this humble and low-profile quarterback carrying countless burdens, was at this moment, in a different position, burning his vitality.

He wanted to win, just once.

Thrusting off the ground, exerting force, colliding.

Smith didn’t hesitate for a second, unleashing his full force without reservation, casting aside his quarterback pride, truly becoming a member of the Kansas City Chiefs offense.

Remember?

No matter their positions or where they stood, they were fighting shoulder to shoulder, Berry in his way, Revis and Houston in theirs, and now Smith was fighting in his own way.

Ah, ah, ah.

A tremendous energy burst out from the depths of his dantian, and Smith accurately rammed into his target.

Wall collision.

Kendricks was completely unprepared, a figure charged out from his left side horizontally, and he didn’t even have the time to step away before slamming into the wall.

A moment of dizziness.

What, what happened?

“God.

God!”

“Smith’s block!

Alex Smith makes a spectacular block, intercepting Kendricks and buying time for Li Wei.”

At this point, safety Jenkins found himself in a dilemma, as he was supposed to mark the tight end Kelsey.

But the problem was that Kelsey had never fully released his speed, leisurely patrolling the slot, his positioning deep in the field and not presenting any vertical threat.

In contrast, both Hill and Robinson on the left and right sidelines were sprinting at full speed; Hill had already entered the Red Zone, while Robinson was not far behind.

What to do?

Jenkins still hovered around Kelsey, barely past the twenty-yard line, but his attention was vigilantly on Hill and Robinson.

If Li Wei passed the ball, who would be the target?

Jenkins had a bold idea: since it was a trick play, could Reed have planned to defy expectations thoroughly and choose a pre-rehearsed route—

Perhaps for the nondescript Robinson?

All of this fell into Li Wei’s field of vision, all in the blink of an eye.

Now, Li Wei finally understood the realistic perspective within Tomlinson’s training module and what Mahomes meant by having everything in sight.

Then—

The bear came out of the woods.

In an instant, Li Wei saw linebacker Bradham charging straight toward him.

Normally, Bradham was tasked with marking Li Wei, constantly aware of every move; but behind the surprising tactics of the Kansas City Chiefs, Bradham immediately realized Li Wei had caught the football without moving forward to advance.

“This isn’t a running play.”

Bradham realized.

“Wait, this isn’t a running play!”

Bradham was half a beat slow, making his way around the collapsing offensive line, not encountering any blocks, charging straight at Li Wei, arms wide open, teeth clenched, diving forward.

Getting closer.

Even closer!

At this moment, Li Wei made a sudden stop, quickly sidestepped left and right, feinted, and avoided Bradham’s tackling rhythm, slipping by him with a swift dodge.

Bradham latched onto a figure, lunged forward, but came up empty, grasping only at a shadow.

And Li Wei had regained space.

Huffing, huffing.

Gasping for air, his chest heaving violently, his knees trembling.

In the corner of his eye, he could spot Kendricks, having shaken off Smith, struggling to step forward and close in, but Li Wei paid no heed, focusing solely on his own maneuvers—executing the whole movement in one breath, relying on core strength to maintain his wavering balance and momentum—

Pushing off the ground, stepping forward, twisting his body, and powering through.

Swinging his arm.

Exerting force.

Like drawing a bow and shooting an eagle, the power released in a flash, the football leaving his palm, drawing an arc, cutting through the hot, stifling air, flying out.

A moment too late, Kendricks lunged at Li Wei, the two rolling together in a tangle, the whole world spinning, but Li Wei’s gaze was locked on the football’s trajectory, his heart soaring high with it.