Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 340 339 Emperor Henry

A hundred pounds! Two hundred pounds! Three hundred pounds!

Not only the weight of his own body but also the force that surged in waves—he could feel the weight crushing down on his shoulders and chest, and it was almost as if he could clearly hear the sound of his bones bursting above his eardrum.

If it were the past, Henry would not hesitate to choose a head-on breakthrough—

Tough guys don't talk much! Just do it!

But now was different.

Henry knew that behind Bailey, there were two more linemen waiting. If he charged forward like a wild ox, even a slight delay in his step would allow the two linemen to catch up and create a numerical advantage against him. No matter how strong he was, he would just be hitting a wall.

The real crux of the matter was that once he broke through the linemen's blockade, all other defensive players would be drawn away, leaving the field ahead open and vulnerable.

Look—

Either collide with the wall and fall, or advance unabated.

Just one layer of defense, yet the effect of the run was worlds apart. Even the offensive tactics of Mulkai were exactly the same, yet because of the performance of the running back, two completely different outcomes occurred. This was why Li Wei was able to shine with the Kansas City Chiefs—

Trust from the coach, tactical favoritism, help from teammates—none of it was clamored for; he earned it all on his own.

So, Henry slightly altered his strategy.

To collide was still to collide.

But not head-on, rather from the side.

A bump, a squeeze.

Bearing the weight of three hundred pounds on him, Henry sidestepped through the gap between the offensive players looking somewhat clumsy and staggered, like a Totoro of sorts.

However!

Henry finally broke free from Bailey's block, just managing to cross the kickoff line.

The next second, Henry saw a flash of red fire coming straight at him.

This time, Henry was prepared.

He slightly shifted his position, faced forward with his body to the side, vying for space to push off the ground—

Bang!

The collision came.

Houston, the captain of the Kansas City Chiefs' Defense, Houston wrapped up Henry solidly, accurately, and firmly, firmly securing his hold on Henry.

The colossal Henry had no way to free himself like Li Wei could, but that didn't mean he was giving up. He kept pushing from the ground, kept exerting force, kept accelerating. By the time Houston wrapped him up, Henry's feet were already off the ground.

Step! Step! Step!

One step.

Another step.

Henry's strength finally erupted.

Houston was shocked. He didn't let go of his grip, firmly wrapping up Henry, but since his own feet were off the ground, he failed to secure his center of gravity on the ground and was abruptly dragged forward by Henry, the world spinning rapidly around him.

"Huh!"@@@@

"Henry!"

Henry slammed the football down hard on the ground, and with surging passion, he roared up at the sky, standing in front of the Kansas City Chiefs' Red Zone with the pose of a sovereign surveying his battlefield.

Kneel down!

Henry, with a fierce look in his eyes, scanned the crowd, looking at the debris scattered all over the place, burning with killing intent, and finally fixed his gaze on the side of the Kansas City Chiefs, finding Li Wei in the midst of the dense crowd.

Eye contact was made:

This is my response, my declaration of war! Do you dare to accept the challenge?

In front of the television screen, the players of the Crimson Tide Storm could no longer contain themselves, one by one they howled and screamed like a bunch of monkeys—

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"Emperor Henry!"

"Emperor Henry!"

So this was the true face of Emperor Henry, who swept through NCAA—violent, robust, ferocious, an overwhelming dominance, laying waste as he marched, the entire defensive group trembling under his iron hoofs.

Strong, so incredibly strong.

Watching Henry descend like a war god on the screen, Jacobs couldn't help but get fired up, yearning for battle just like Henry and Li Wei.

Burns watched the screen with interest, gently shaking his head and muttering, "This silly, big-hearted kid, it took him until now to finally get a clue, but it's not too late, actually, the timing couldn't be better, there's a good show to watch."

Can a running back change the game?

Yes!

But power is ultimately limited; it depends on how much leeway the head coach is willing to give the running back.

If it were Saban, noticing the sparks between Henry and Li Wei, he would be willing to give Henry more opportunities; but Mulkai had his own considerations.

Turning around, Mulkai still handed the offensive initiative back to Mariota—

The Kansas City Chiefs Defense immediately showed the strength of their Red Zone defense.

First Gear, ten yards, tackling Mariota.

Second Gear, thirteen yards, breaking up the pass, and nearly intercepting.

Before they even had a chance to catch their breath, the Tennessee Titans were now facing a dire situation in Third Gear, thirteen yards out from the Red Zone, watching a chance to score turn into a mere field goal attempt.

What to do?

In the air, the scent of blood was pervasive; both sides had seen red, and it seemed like victory or defeat would hinge on this next set of offensive and defensive plays in the second half.

Neither side gave an inch, bayonets clashed!

Then.

"Attack!"

Mariota signaled the snap, and with a turn, he handed the football to Henry—

Was Henry finally about to run with the ball again?

No.

The Kansas City Chiefs weren't fooled; they spotted the opponent's fake run and true pass play immediately and unhesitatingly pounced towards Mariota.

Danger, danger alert blared at full scale!