LRAB Chapter 479
Chapter 479
Chapter 479: 478 Like taking something out of a bag Chapter 479: 478 Like taking something out of a bag Ronald Darby, selected by the Buffalo Bills in the second round with the 50th pick in 2015, unfortunately didn’t get much opportunity to shine during his two seasons with the Bills and transferred to the Philadelphia Eagles in his junior year, and then—
he burst onto the scene.
Darby believed in his own talent, abilities, and the potential he had not yet shown; he just needed a bit of trust and the right tactics to provide him the stage to perform, like this very moment.
5’9′′ (180 cm), 193 lbs (88 kg).
Darby’s build was very close to that of Li Wei, just slightly lighter in weight.
He knew that Cornerbacks in the league dreaded encountering Li Wei because the recent “Bombing Corps” trend brought about by larger Cornerbacks resulted in a decline in agility.
Facing a player like Li Wei, who possessed excellent change of direction and a speed advantage, often left them unable to hold their position, which was why Li Wei earned the nickname “Edgerunner.”
But Darby was not afraid.
Speed.@@@@
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Agility.
Flexibility.
Blocking.
All of these were Darby’s strengths.
In the first half, the Kansas City Chiefs often used Kelsey to match up against Darby, which indeed gave Darby a headache, and he had been holding his breath; but now, Li Wei was like deliberately choosing hell when heaven was an option.
Darby enthusiastically prepared to give Li Wei a warm welcome gift.
Bending his knees, lowering his center of gravity, continuously stomping.
Darby was ready; on the surface, he spread his arms to create an intercepting posture, but in reality, this was a smoke bomb.
He wasn’t planning to tackle but to block the position closely and interrupt with trash talk.
Heh, rookie, are you ready?
Then.
The figure in Darby’s pupils magnified completely, and he agilely made a forward upper-body lunging motion, posing a threatening stance but keeping his center gravity flexible, preparing to block Li Wei’s next directional change.
At that moment, an unexpected change occurred.
Or to be more precise, Darby thought Li Wei would either change direction or stop, but Li Wei did neither.
Instead, he continued moving laterally close to the sideline, which left Darby’s smoke bomb unable to take the upper hand.
Both were back on the starting line.
At this time, Darby showcased his talent, which was in no way inferior to any player’s ability to react a second time, bursting into motion instantly, moving laterally alongside Li Wei.
One step, two steps.
Moreover, Darby didn’t just play passively, he still took the initiative, once again disrupting the balance, overturning the tense atmosphere of their confrontation.
Reaching out, pushing.
Advancing, squeezing.
Again with arm blocking and body collision, Darby tried to stick close to Li Wei, disturbing and undermining his balance with continuous small movements.
“Trash.”
“Trash.”
Over and over, Darby threw out one insult after another to create mental disturbance, mixing in some highly offensive words.
All of this happened in the blink of an eye.
The speed, faster and faster.
Darby watched helplessly as the gap between him and Li Wei widened; trying to speed up, he stumbled in his unstable state and the force of his foot against the ground was off.
The next second.
His knees buckled, Darby flew off in a tumbling, face-first dive.
Damn it, damn it, damn it!
Darby could only watch as number twenty-three’s figure sped away, taking giant strides, completely leaving him behind, clumsily crashing to the ground, choking on dust.
Damn!
Darby slammed the ground hard.
But Li Wei’s sprint was far from over.
Step by step, pounding the ground, running, accelerating.
Li Wei was fully sprinting now, crossing the fifteen-yard line in a blink, storming into the red zone, the end zone mere steps away, like a red hurricane.
Third Gear, ten yards, as easy as taking something out of a bag.
His nimble footsteps sprinting along the sideline, playing with fire on the edge of a cliff, yet agilely speeding forward, at full throttle.
At that moment.
Safety Jenkins surged forward, a fierce determination targeting Li Wei.
With a forward step, Jenkins positioned himself directly in Li Wei’s path, arms wide open, ready to leap—
A takedown.
It was his only option.
No way out.
As Jenkins leaped, just as his arms’ shadow was about to engulf Li Wei, he discovered that Li Wei, still in full sprint, performed a high-difficulty maneuver:
Without slowing down, still charging forward, he smoothly turned clockwise just with his body’s inertia, avoiding Jenkins’ tackle, shoulders brushing against each other, backs sliding past.
Right after, Li Wei leaned and slammed to the right, pressing Jenkins outward.
Jenkins instinctively countered.
But he never expected that shoving back would end up supporting Li Wei’s momentum; soon after, Jenkins’ shoulders slackened and Li Wei continued surging forward.
Jenkins: …
Jenkins reflexively turned and leaped, but neither his steps nor his body could keep up, diving into emptiness, leaving behind only a red blur marked by the number twenty-three.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
His footsteps easily crossing the end zone, the Edgerunner made his mark again, and the entire U.S.
Bank Stadium erupted into a frenzy.
“Touchdown.”
“Touchdown!”
“Touch… down…”
The resounding cheers, drunk with fervor and passion, ignited the stadium; amid the frustration and despair of Philadelphia Eagles fans, Kansas City Chiefs fans and neutral observers together spiraled into delirium.
The second half began with a touchdown.