Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 339 338 Awakening Battle

In the NFL, everyone has their own battles.

Although the spotlight is always firmly on the quarterback, the charm of football lies in the fact that any element, any bolt, can be the key to the game, outshining even the quarterback himself.

Standing on the sidelines, Henry quietly watched as Li Wei and Hill celebrated wantonly, finally lowering his proud head to face the junior fellow disciple who Coach Burns couldn't stop praising—

Former arrogance, disdain, contempt, and neglect had all become a level gaze of observation.

Then.

Li Wei seemed to sense the gaze, stopped in his tracks, and after searching through the crowd for a moment, he and Henry's eyes collided in the air.

Unfamiliar, yet familiar.

They might not be friends, and they might never become friends. From the start of the story to now, they were nothing but competitors.

But that didn't prevent them from respecting each other and striving to surpass one another as they continued to battle through their performances on the field.

Henry noticed—

Li Wei's expression.

There was no provocation, no attack, no contempt, only a dignified and upright spirit of combat, clearly issuing a challenge:

May the better performer win!

That fighting spirit blazed fiercely in his eyes.

Quietly, Henry straightened his back and squared his shoulders, as the fighting spirit that had been slumbering deep in his soul slowly awoke—a flame he hadn't noticed within himself, seemingly nonexistent yet suddenly bursting forth with incredible energy.

Back in the NCAA, the exceptionally talented Henry could easily crush his opponents without exerting his full strength, the Clemson Tigers included.

Later in the NFL, Henry was full of energy but had nowhere to use it. The coach always just had him hit walls again and again, with absolutely no strategic collaboration, which led him into a state of self-pity and furious frustration.

Until now.

He could not and would not lose to Li Wei.

The exchange of glances awoke the beast within Henry.

The look was only a brief intersection; right after they parted ways, Henry's brain began to operate at high speed.

If Coach Mulkai continued to employ the same tactics, letting him hit the wall and relying on Mariota, Henry wondered how he might change the situation—

Thinking.

This time, Mariota finally got into form, leading the Tennessee Titans past the midfield line with some difficulty, yet encountering a crisis again at the forty-yard line, trapped in a third and three yards situation, on the verge of striking out again—

The opportunity came to Henry.

"Attack!"

Henry was the first to react, his gaze firmly locked on the linemen in front of him; he knew that the wide receivers would either move towards the vertical route or near the sideline, dispersing the crowded middle area immediately.

However, this was still not everything.

The Kansas City Chiefs used a "3-4" defensive formation, and their three defensive linemen had performed well this season, especially in red zone ground defense, still ranking top in the league, having completely blocked Henry's breakthroughs in the first half.

So, Henry needed to adjust, or else hitting the wall was a foreseeable outcome.

Push off the ground.

Hold the ball.

Exert force.

Henry's eyes were firmly fixed ahead, bursting with a resolute determination, taking the football from Mariota and pushing forward.

According to the tactics, Mulkai hoped that Mariota would push Henry through the middle to forcefully break through, creating an opening and advancing three yards just enough to complete the third down and three yards conversion, and continue the offense.

But now, Henry was thinking one step ahead of Mulkai.

Step, step, step.

Henry's stride was firm and powerful, without any hesitation, in a critical moment about to collide with the linemen.

A sidestep.

Wedge, wiggle, push.

Henry forsaking speed, instead forcefully wedging open a gap with his strength, the offensive line perfectly pushing the defensive line to both sides, like opening a door.

Seeing defensive end Bailey reaching out with both hands in an octopus pose, trying to contain Henry through an offensive tackle, Henry did not evade but confronted him head-on, using the offensive tackle as if meat in a sandwich, squeezing continuously and stepping forward with tenacity against Bailey's moves.

Mariota was dumbfounded, watching Henry advance against two massive figures, akin to participating in a Guinness World Records contest; he momentarily forgot to assist.

But Henry didn't mind—

Push off the ground, stride, exert force.

Energy, burst!