Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 300: 299 Longsword Unsheathe

Bowman, with full concentration and focused attention, precisely captured Li Wei’s four changes in direction—

He wasn’t fooled by Li Wei’s feints, perfectly positioning himself on his right side, Li Wei’s left, because that was the best path for Li Wei to penetrate into the midfield territory. Bowman noticed an Oakland Raiders cornerback clad in the white away jersey rapidly approaching from his left; surely Li Wei noticed as well, so Bowman blocked his right side.

Moreover, Bowman didn’t wait for Li Wei to fall into the trap; he even took a step forward preemptively, ready to tackle.

Unlike the others, Bowman didn’t underestimate Li Wei. He believed that any player who could start in the NFL had skills, regardless of whether they were system players. One lapse in concentration could make him the butt of the joke.

But not Bowman.

So, he concentrated fully and took the first step immediately.

However, Li Wei actually came to a halt all at once.

Waiting, patiently waiting.

To call it halting and waiting—it was really just a brief moment. Bowman’s two strides rapidly closed the distance between them— .Côm

As Bowman was almost within reach, Li Wei suddenly started up toward the right.

His left leg pushed off the ground, pulling sideways, and at the critical moment evaded the contact, brushing past him as the two men shifted past each other, one after the other.

Li Wei broke through!

Bowman: Held his breath.

He didn’t panic but reacted swiftly, completely relying on his core strength to twist his upper body back despite completely losing balance in his steps, lunging and blocking—

Like waves crashing against the shore.

Thud!

Bowman’s upper body and lower body split and twisted into a pretzel, striking against Li Wei’s thigh in a mind-boggling manner, upsetting Li Wei’s balance.

Li Wei, having just started, felt the force of a whale’s tail strike hard against his body, his steps faltering as they flung to the right.

But Li Wei didn’t resist. Instead, he went with the force, converting the momentum into acceleration, his sideways movement visibly quickening—

TJ-Carrie was stunned: ???

Oakland Raiders’ starting cornerback Carrie was preparing to sandwich Li Wei with Bowman, but then Li Wei fluttered past like a plastic bag. As Carrie was about to embrace him, he had to stop abruptly and pivot, returning to position in an attempt to dive forward.

Wait, wait...

With a head full of question marks, Carrie’s body couldn’t keep up with his brain’s rapid reactions. Even though his brain was frantic, his feet seemed nailed to the spot, immovable, then his upper body followed the red figure wearing number twenty-three, swinging like a pendulum.

But why was that number twenty-three getting farther and farther away in his field of vision?

A push. A lunge.

After cornerback Kerry abandoned Hill, Hill had been lingering by Li Wei’s side like a satellite, and at the critical moment, he shouldered the heavy responsibility—

Remember? They are not fighting alone.

The deeper the valley, the tougher the predicament, the more abyssal the depths, the more they need to unite. Even if their recent nemesis within the division had just defeated them, even if this game was a do-or-die battle on the edge of a cliff with no way back, they still hadn’t given up the fight.

"Ah, ah, ahh!"

A force erupts from deep within Hill’s Dantian.

Behind, a streak of red runs at full speed, like a storm.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Li Wei runs faster and faster, exploiting the brief, undisturbed acceleration, and his speed advantage is fully realized as he sprints down the sideline.

For a brief moment, Arrowhead Stadium, the Old Oak Tavern, and the whole of Kansas City are stunned—

They’d braced for a tough game, but never anticipated being blindsided by such a surprise, a direct hit to the heart without any warning.

The gaze is fixated on that figure, dancing wildly upon the wire.

After crossing the midfield line, he becomes unstoppable.

The forty-yard line.

The thirty-yard line.

The heart climbs, beat by beat, with inconceivable joy boiling in the blood.

The twenty-yard line.

The ten-yard line.

A roar above the eardrums as all reason and restraint crumble in the face of that red figure piercing the heart and stabbing into the end zone, detonating the energy and submerging the whole of Kansas City in a vast tide of warmth.

Boom!

"Touchdown!"

"God!"

"Touchdown!"

"After a five-yard short pass, a seventy-yard long-distance rush nails a fatal touchdown."

"Li Wei! Number twenty-three, Li Wei, scores the second touchdown pass of his career!"

In the end zone, Li Wei stands tall and proud, remaining on the spot, looking up at the red sea before him, quietly waiting for the release of energy—

Boom!