Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 189 188 Tripartite Standoff

Hunter held his breath tightly—

Both being running backs, why was there such a huge disparity in treatment?

Hunter and Kamara were alike; they didn't deny Li Wei's excellence. Getting picked in the second or third round was not a problem; but they didn't think themselves inferior to Li Wei, nor did they believe that Li Wei deserved a higher pick than Fournette or McCaffrey.

In Hunter's eyes, Li Wei's outstanding performance in the NCAA was credited to the University of Alabama's unparalleled offensive line, as well as Saban's array of strategic deployments around the ground attack, creating inherent conditions for the success of a running back. Any running back would perform well in that system.

And the draft?

In reality, the draft was also a commercial performance, to see who could market themselves better. Even though Li Wei was a first-round pick and Hunter was third-round, he didn't believe that represented the real difference in their abilities.

Hunter had made up his mind.

He would prove himself, he would beat Li Wei, he would become the starting running back.

Thump. Thump-thump.

Hunter was mobilizing all the energy in his body.

"One!"

His calf muscles were a bit tight, Hunter noticed right away, but with a glance from the corner of his eye, he could see the other two steady figures; taking a deep breath, he gritted his teeth and continued to maintain the rhythm.

"Two!"

A period of stiffness, and the only thought in Hunter's mind was to persist, to keep on persisting, just a little longer would be fine. A burst of powerful energy erupted from his body, his gaze fixed fanatically ahead.

Roar roar roar!

The sporadic cheers from the training field grew rowdy as the new recruits rooted for Li Wei and Hunter, while the veterans cheered for Kelce.

In fact, anyone with a clear sight could see that Hunter and Li Wei were budding rivals. Although there were three other running backs on the Kansas City Chiefs, the action of the personnel team picking two running backs in the draft couldn't be more obvious—likely, the starting running back would emerge from these two rookies.

Originally, people generally thought that Li Wei, the topic of much discussion, would be the first choice, but now it seemed that Hunter was sending a signal; he had no intention of giving up the competition.

The scene suddenly came alive—

It was, after all, summer training camp; it was a bit more relaxed.

"Three!"

Hunter clenched his teeth tightly; his goal wasn't lofty, he just wanted to hold on longer than Li Wei. As for the rivalry between newcomers and veterans, it wasn't even in his consideration at all; he was just holding his breath, trying to prove himself.

Just a bit longer, just another moment, how could he possibly be inferior to that skinny, weak stick of a guy?

Ah, Hunter didn't even have time to react when his body tilted without warning and he fell out of view, lying flat and disappearing instantly.

Kelce's pace had quietly picked up, managing to push on even when his physical strength was close to its limit, clearly driven by sheer willpower.

And what was more astonishing was that Li Wei actually kept up with Kelce.

"Seven!"

Rubin began to quicken the pace as well.

"Eight!"

Under the blazing sun, drops of scorching sweat fell one after another, giving extra moisture to the grass beneath their feet, which was being trampled all the more fiercely. It was clear that both Kelce and Li Wei were biting down hard, sprinting to the end.

Even the onlookers couldn't help but grit their teeth, finding it hard to imagine the state Li Wei and Kelce were in.

Li Wei was persevering.

Competitive sports are just like this. When you're feeling the most difficult, the most tormented, the most vulnerable, on the verge of collapse, from spirit to body ready to fall apart—such moments such thresholds define the line between greatness and excellence.

The more you feel you can't hold on, the more you need to grit your teeth and persist.

Sweat poured down like rain, steam rising, but Li Wei's eyes sparked with a killer instinct—

This was the NFL he had been looking forward to.

Not to compete with Hunter or Kelce, but to challenge himself, his limits, and the higher plane of the impossible.

Front foot, Kelce was speeding up.

Back foot, Li Wei was actually picking up speed again.

Thud, thud, thud, the sound of footsteps became more and more rapid, as shouts from the depths of the Dantian burst forth with full vigor, echoing explosively over the practice field.

"Hah! Hah!"

Then, it was Kelce's turn to catch up to Li Wei's pace.

Thump. Thump.

Forget the players—even Rubin's heart was pounding uncontrollably, the rhythm getting faster and faster, until their legs could no longer keep up—

Hmph.

With a grunt, Kelce fell to the ground.

However, Li Wei still did not stop!

The field fell silent, with only the rustling of footsteps echoing around.