Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 493

Chapter 493: 492 Fourth gear seven code Chapter 493: 492 Fourth gear seven code Collision.

Swaying.

Disruption.

Like a small boat facing a storm on the vast ocean, wave after wave made Li Wei’s entire world spin and toss at high speed.

He felt like throwing up.

It had to be said, Bradham was seeing red.

If it had been running with the ball, Li Wei could have confronted the situation in his own way; but this was about receiving a pass, where he had to secure his position and catch the ball on the move, which prevented Li Wei from shaking off the entanglement in his usual manner.

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However.

Li Wei stood his ground.

His legs, like pillars, forcefully pushed off the ground, with his back bearing the hit.

He didn’t rush but clenched his teeth hard, enduring all the rocking.

Out of the corner of his eye, he quickly assessed the situation—

The football’s position, Bradham’s collision.

A gap, a moment.

Without any warning, Li Wei suddenly exerted force, relying on the reaction force from pushing off the ground to slam backwards with an overwhelming strength bursting forth.

Boom!

“Li Wei VS Bradham.”

A head-on confrontation.

Bradham, caught up in his continuous interference, was completely unprepared for the impact that hit him squarely, causing his chest to feel stifled, his limbs to go numb, his strength to crumble, and before he could even grunt, he collapsed like a puppet with cut strings and then—

Flew backward.

Strictly speaking, it wasn’t being thrown into the air but staggering backwards as his limbs, instantly drained of strength and losing control of his body, couldn’t maintain balance.

One step.

Two steps.

And then he could no longer withstand the impact and tumbled backward with a thud.

Taking advantage of the momentum, he executed a backward roll, akin to a juggler’s trick.

Meanwhile, Li Wei, ready and waiting, gained the initiative with a deliberate yet unintentional move, stepping forward with the reaction force and, without interference, caught the football.

But this time he didn’t rush out of bounds.

It was a five-yard short pass, aimed for the element of surprise.@@@@

But that wasn’t enough to secure the initial attack.

So.

With nimble steps, he pivoted on the spot, turning 180 degrees to face the approaching cornerback Darby.

There was no time for entanglement, no time for hesitation.

Li Wei made a split-second decision, bent his knees to lower his gravity, and collided head-on with Darby who had come to meet him.

The entire stadium was tense to the extreme, and Jiang Yin felt almost unable to breathe.

Never in a million years did they expect—

“Time-out!”

“Pederson has called a time-out!”

“Clearly, Pederson realizes they have no advantage in this wave of offenses, with Reed always one step ahead in firmly holding the offensive advantage.”

“Although choosing a time-out now may give the Chiefs a chance to catch their breath, the Eagles’ defensive group also needs time to regroup.”

The field was charged with tension.

Team assistants rushed onto the field immediately, passing towels and water bottles to the players, while the captains swiftly returned to consult with the coaching staff, urgently seizing every second to strategize.

On the Philadelphia Eagles’ side.

Foles had a brief moment of daze, thinking that if only they could have connected successfully to continue the offense, the championship trophy would have been securely in their hands.

Unfortunately, there are no “ifs”.

“Nick!”

Wentz shouted out loud.

Despite being out due to an injury, Wentz was also at the fieldside tonight, accompanying the team throughout this tense and thrilling match, actively participating in discussions with each appearance of the offensive group, cheering the team on in his own way, and fully supporting Foles.

Wentz longed to play, not only craving the championship but also the chance to compete with Li Wei on the same field.

Regrettably, he couldn’t.

But that didn’t mean he would miss out on this showdown.

Wentz’s shout pulled Foles back from his thoughts, passing along a firm gaze: they had done well, there was no need for regret or annoyance.

Now, the Eagles’ defensive group needed their support.

Foles took a deep breath, turned around, and walked towards Wentz, gathering around the core players of the defensive group.

On the Kansas City Chiefs’ side.

Smith was restless, again and again—it was always like this.

He had done his best, just nearing the finish line, only to fall short at the final hurdle.

This nightmare had followed him throughout his entire career, and tonight was no exception.

Now, it was happening again.

The finish line was within reach, yet Smith was seized by unease.

Not just Smith, all the offensive group players felt the same way; both body and mind had reached their limits, even standing upright was a struggle, and they inevitably seemed nervous for the moment.

“Captain!”

A voice called out.

Looking up, Smith saw Li Wei’s smiling face, squeezing water from the bottle into his throat.

“Remember what we said?”

“We lack confidence, but we will win.”

“Trust me, we will win.”