Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 133 132 Fierce face

Ten yards.

Fifteen yards.

Li Wei was sprinting at full speed, his pace with the ball already fully accelerated. Directly ahead, he could see Baker spreading his arms like a hawk swooping down on a chick, intercepting and cutting off the path forward.

Closer.

Even closer.

It seemed as though the two players were about to collide near the midfield line of the Crimson Tide Storm, neither Li Wei nor Baker shifting directions, both like runaway trains with no brakes, about to clash in a catastrophic confrontation.

The stadium was silent, with everyone holding their breath, fixated on the impending event.

Just a second ago, they witnessed the "car crash" between Jones and Victor, and now, they were about to witness a second one.

Even the air seemed to freeze.

Baker was extremely calm and focused, needing all his effort to control himself and suppress his excitement, avoiding a missed tackle due to over-eagerness, attacking only when he was one hundred percent sure of his position.

He lowered his center of gravity and took a leap from the ground.

Got him.

Baker intercepted Li Wei with precision, a surge of elation just about to ignite when it was abruptly extinguished.

Hmph.

A muffled grunt from Baker.

His chest felt like it was being hit and run over by a hundred-ton train, his blood churning, the strings of reason in his mind instantly snapping, his vision darkening before he could even contemplate what had happened, the strength and balance of his body uncontrollably torn away.

Ugh.

The next second, Baker felt as if his body became weightless, no longer bound by gravity, only hearing the whistling of the raging wind in his ears.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

He was sent flying.

How... how did this happen?

The whole stadium was in shock.

Just as Li Wei was about to collide with Baker, he bent his knees to lower his center of gravity, slightly shifted his position, and forcefully rammed his shoulder into Baker's chest, striking before Baker could complete his tackle.

From running up to accelerating and then to exerting force, Li Wei's brazen strength instantly shattered Baker's tackle; it was the clash of power against power, with speed as the fuel to break the balance and thoroughly overturn Baker.

Baker, significantly smaller than Li Wei in both height and weight, was powerless to fight back, all techniques and intelligence crumbling in the face of absolute power.

Exactly three seconds later, the Georgia Dome echoed with uniform chanting.

"There he is, here he is, he's everywhere, he's the Edgerunner, Li Wei, Li Wei, Li Wei!"

Once, then again, overwhelmingly, the entire stadium prostrates in worship before Li Wei, drowning out even the commentator's voice in the broadcast booth.

Fierce! Formidable! Dominating!

From the beginning, the University of Washington took the initiative, asserting their claim over the game, unaware that such a move would awaken the slumbering beast early, and with one flick of its tail, the Crimson Tide Storm crushed whatever momentum the University of Washington had managed to build up.

Li Wei, the number twenty-three of the Crimson Tide Storm, with a seventy-five-yard long rush to the end zone, broke through the encirclement of four defensive players, leveling the playing field in just under thirty seconds after the University of Washington had painstakingly established an advantage.

Such dread!

The University of Washington players, both Browning and Baker, were panicked; how could they continue this match? It's not that they hadn't tried their hardest or lacked a strategy; they had indeed put forth all their tactics with all their might, yet they were still so easily taken down?

So, what now?

Boom!

Boom boom boom!

At that moment, the Georgia Dome transformed into Bryant Denny Stadium, the roaring Crimson Tide Storm completely overpowered the support for the University of Washington, with their overwhelming presence causing the confident, united defensive group of the University of Washington to stand lost and disoriented.

Baker remained seated on the ground, unable to stand for a long time: weak, helpless, trembling.

In the end zone, Li Wei, hardly sweating, took off his helmet, celebrated with high-fives to his offensive group buddies, tossed the football to a teammate from the Special Duty Group taking the field, and walked effortlessly towards the sidelines, handing over to the defensive group.

Humphrey finally regained his smile, looking at Li Wei with a broad grin, "Beast, you're a beast. They tremble under your claws, haha, I love it."

Li Wei high-fived Humphrey, "The true beast of the Crimson Tide Storm is the defensive group, Coach Saban is watching you guys. You should make them tremble under your claws."

Allen also joined in, patting Humphrey on the back, "Did you hear that? Anyone who didn't know better would think our Crimson Tide Storm has switched to offense, just like that a ten-year defensive legacy gone, not good."

A little joke immediately made Humphrey's face contort as if he were constipated. He looked again across the field, couldn't help but crack his knuckles—

Crackling sound.

Clearly, the University of Washington was not ready to surrender. Since they dared to challenge the University of Alabama, it meant they were psychologically prepared.

Moreover, didn't the University of Washington smoothly score a touchdown in their opening offensive?

Browning rallied his spirits.

Taking the field once more, Browning stood erect, ready to enter the second round of the battle with the king, but just as he stepped onto the field, he immediately felt a different atmosphere; all those eyes and gazes fell upon him like a pack of wolves setting their sights on a little rabbit.

Heh heh, those smiles, each more ferocious than the last.