Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 617

Chapter 617: Cut off in the middle Chapter 617: Cut off in the middle The air was burning.

Literally speaking, whether it was the offensive group or the defensive group, everyone faced the extreme limits of physical endurance.

Steaming with sweat as if they had just emerged from a sauna room, the deadlock kept everyone tense, and no one could afford to relax.

They had to grit their teeth and hold on until the end.

Not just the players, even the live audience at Gillette Stadium was flushed and sweating profusely.

Hiss.

Hiss, hiss, hiss.

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Again the hisses, again the attacks.

When the Kansas City Chiefs’ offense took the field once more, Gillette Stadium erupted with an overwhelming noise assault resembling the eruption of a volcano—sending magma, rocks, and dust spinning through the air, invisibly hammering down on the visiting team’s players.

The situation was not only deadlocked but also stagnant.

From the offensive battle in the first three quarters to the defensive showdown in the fourth, both teams gave 120% of their energy, pushing each other to the limit.

There was an almost palpable sense of reaching the ceiling of physical strength, with legs and arms as if filled with lead.

Even with deep breaths, oxygen seemed elusive, and the boiling blood nearly drowned the mind completely.

It wasn’t just the body that was exhausted; the mind too had slowed to a crawl.

No one was an exception.

And precisely because of this, Mahomes was slightly distracted and couldn’t help but look towards the stands.

The curses of the away-game crowd began to enter his ears.

It was a small detail that showed Mahomes still lacked game experience.

“Sherlock.”

Li Wei grabbed Mahomes’ attention back.@@@@

“Now is the time.”

“This moment, what we’ve been training and preparing for the entire off-season, is now.

We can do it.

Trust me, we definitely can.”

Mahomes took a deep breath, nodded vigorously, and, with leaden steps, positioned himself behind the offensive line—

They were tired, and so were their opponents.

No one was an exception.

Perhaps, this was Li Wei’s chance.

With the ball.

He started.

Immediately, Li Wei could feel the onslaught of pressure coming from the New England Patriots’ defense, the moves by the players in the short pass zone were clearly more timely.

Clearly, the Kansas City Chiefs’ decision to run the ball was no secret.

As soon as Li Wei started moving, he could feel the front line players entangling and pouncing, and although the offensive line momentarily held their positions, the defensive lineman in the blue jerseys still waved their arms ferociously, signalling the path was blocked.

His eyes quickly scanned the field.

Linebacker Ja’Whaun Bentley had already stepped up quickly; this year’s fifth-round pick at one hundred forty-third overall had a standard performance in earlier games, but today against Li Wei, he had a mini-breakthrough, showing outstanding speed, strength, and reactive ability.

Without doubt, facing a new generation leader, each young player, from a rookie to a third-year, yearned to defeat Li Wei and prove their own capabilities.

Bentley was performing remarkably.

And now was the same; Bentley advanced swiftly, closing in at the blink of an eye.

But Li Wei stayed composed, lowered his center of gravity, waited for just a moment, then used a feint left and right, a fake move that fooled Bentley, and immediately after, he stepped to the side—

Bentley to his left, Li Wei pretending to back off, then also to his left.

A perfect mismatch.

The next second, Li Wei brushed past Bentley’s position, made a dash, and tried to break past him.

Normally, this was the kind of breakthrough that Li Wei excelled at; but today, his rhythm was constantly disrupted, never reaching its peak, affecting the fluidity of his starts and moves, and failing to shake Bentley off in time as Bentley managed to force a turnaround and attempt to stick with him.

Li Wei held his breath, his legs raising high to disrupt balance, breaking free from Bentley’s grasp, and pressing on.

However.

No sooner had he stepped out than the rush came—

That was the very reason Li Wei had not been able to get into the rhythm of the run today; the New England Patriots always kept a hidden piece tightly trained on him, inexplicably popping out from corners to disrupt his stride at the first opportunity.

And now was no different.

This time, it was Jason McCourty, who had just joined the New England Patriots this season.

With an advancing step like an arrow, his movements light and swift, he aimed to hit hard without attempting to grasp; he forced his weight into the collision, aiming to disrupt Li Wei’s center of gravity—

Collision, collision, collision.

This was Belichick’s tactic, a brutally destructive charge that hadn’t been polite to Li Wei from the very first second of the game.

If Li Wei got hurt?

Well, then that would be perfect.