Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 383 382 Go crazy together

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Huh.

Li Wei exhaled gently, straightened his back, and took in the defensive group's formation before him. The strategic tussle between the two teams reached its climax at this moment, with the air almost congealing in suspense, as if time itself had frozen.

On the surface, all was calm.

Underneath, a tempest raged.

At least, judging by the formations, neither the New England Patriots nor the Kansas City Chiefs had made any changes:

The defensive group still stretched out space, leaving the belly open, guarding the three sidelines.

The offensive group still arranged themselves in the Shotgun Formation, ready to unleash their passing attack at full force.

Then, Li Wei slowly bent down—

"Attack!"

Smith announced the kick-off.

Li Wei took a step forward, slightly tucked inward, feigning the stance of a sixth offensive lineman, ready to protect Smith. However, he did not stop moving. With a lateral shimmy, he assumed a posture to charge forward, intending to break through the slot.

At that moment, pressure descended upon them—

A blitz?

The New England Patriots were actually blitzing?

At this critical juncture, Belichick once again revealed his fierce style, selecting to apply pressure with a rush without warning. Employing sheer force to unreasonably disrupt the balance, the five-man rush caused enough trouble within the confrontation at the line.

Pressure, layer upon layer, bore down on them.

Danger!

The Kansas City Chiefs' offensive line clearly hadn't anticipated this, caught completely off guard. The New England Patriots' defensive line truly had the upper hand throughout the game, invoking the dominance of the first half, like a tiger descending the mountain.

The pocket had collapsed.

Just a second before, Smith, who was preparing to make a quick short pass, felt the overwhelming pressure smashing down on him.

In the next second, Smith turned around nonchalantly and tossed the football lightly.

"Li Wei?"

Romo: ???

He admitted that this time, he had completely missed the signs.

He hadn't anticipated that Belichick would choose a blitz, nor had he expected Reed to opt for a running play. Both coaches had deviated from conventional strategies, crafting tactics that bewilderingly disrupted their opponents' arrangements.

Yes, a running play.

Li Wei's feet were still within the pocket, and Smith, facing the pressure, didn't panic. He calmly executed a handoff with Li Wei, a clear indication that this was a planned running play.

Belichick had lost it, Reed had lost it—

Everyone had lost it.

Romo too felt dizzy and disoriented.

"Li Wei with the ball!"

Amidst the chaos and turbulence, Li Wei clenched his teeth tightly, pushing off the ground repeatedly, using the strength in his waist and abdomen to maintain control of himself in the midst of the storm.

In the corner of his vision, he could see Harrison closing in.

Push off. Push off. Still pushing off.

Ahhhh!

The power, released without reservation, his speed burst forth instantly.

As Harrison saw himself about to touch Li Wei, he dived forward in a flying leap, his arms outstretched trying to grab Li Wei—

He made contact!

But then.

He missed again.

Harrison could only manage to grasp an afterimage, the next second crashing down hard, the surging cold wind enveloping him, to his shock... he had missed.

Damn. Damn damn damn damn damn.

"Li Wei!"

"God, Li Wei."

"One Straight Arm Block, one acceleration to get past, Li Wei seized the opening in the New England Patriots' defensive group and burst out, beautifully breaking free."

"Five yards!"

"Harrison's tackle still affected Li Wei's balance, and yet Li Wei continues to advance, piercing into the opponent's territory like a bayonet."

"Speed!"

"Li Wei pushed his speed to the limit!"

"Ten yards!"

"Whoa! The New England Patriots haven't made the same mistake as the Pittsburgh Steelers, with Chung Family, McCourty, and Gilmore closing in."

"Li Wei didn't resist, going down on his own accord, Reed used their last timeout."

"Beautiful!"

In the commentary booth, Romo couldn't help but slap the table and shout in amazement.

"In such tense and critical moments, the Kansas City Chiefs pull a chestnut out of the fire, stealing fifteen yards with a ground attack, not only completing the Third Gear conversion, but also pushing past the midfield, now they've reached the New England Patriots' thirty-nine-yard line!"

"Yes, they've wasted their last timeout."

"Yes, Smith is still not the best choice for challenging Wanfu Mary."

"But the Kansas City Chiefs' relentless advance breaks the equilibrium, maybe they don't even need to challenge Wanfu Mary, Smith could still lead the team to a touchdown, they've now reached their opponent's thirty-nine-yard mark, they have Li Wei, they have Kelsey, Hill, and Hunter, they possess a young and extraordinarily talented offensive group, anything is possible."

"God, anything is possible!"

Belichick took a gamble, Reed did too.

But in the end, it was Li Wei who used his personal ability to help the Kansas City Chiefs turn the tide, now the New England Patriots' defensive situation was not looking good.

As the victory scales seemed to quietly tilt slightly toward the Kansas City Chiefs, the defending champions once again showed the domineering spirit of the playoffs in crucial moments—

"Third Gear pass incomplete, God, the Kansas City Chiefs are once again pushed to the edge of the cliff."