Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 308 307 Digging one's own grave

Third Gear three yards.

The Oakland Raiders and the Kansas City Chiefs had been locked in a bitter struggle in the Red Zone for over two minutes, and now the Chiefs were just five yards from the end zone, yet the blood battle continued, as pure and fierce as the three hundred Spartans, with both sides showing their fighting spirit.

With no retreat, the Oakland Raiders erupted with incredible energy in a desperate situation, attempting to keep their century-old enemy outside the end zone.

The air was burning.

Before Smith had announced the start of the play, one could hear the sounds of taut muscles and heavy breathing on both sides of the line, ready to explode.

Then.

Someone moved.

Tap tap tap.

Li Wei shifted from behind Smith on the left to the right, instantly noticing Bowman straighten up and follow suit, shadowing Li Wei's every step.

Immediately after, Li Wei moved back from the right to the left, with Bowman continuing to follow without fail; at the same time, Li Wei did not stay behind Smith but stood parallel to him, with Wide Receiver Hill directly ahead.

All signs indicated that Li Wei was very likely to play the role of wide receiver once again, avoiding the side defended by Mark and coordinating routes with Hill—

This was a brand-new partnership.

Clearly, the Kansas City Chiefs, in their predicament of consecutive losses, were constantly seeking to change, with many tactics likely rehearsed in team training.@@@@

Something new meant unfamiliarity and also required the defensive group to adapt on the spot, which the Oakland Raiders had already suffered from more than once in today's game.

So, although Tight End Kelsey was on the right and by convention that's the strong side, the Raiders could not neglect Li Wei's presence.

Thus, with the right as the strong side and the left also appearing strong, the Raiders suddenly found themselves in a predicament.

Was Li Wei just a smoke bomb?

Mark glanced at Li Wei out of the corner of his eye: Coward, afraid of a head-to-head confrontation.

He cursed silently, but immediately returned his focus, thinking that with Li Wei on the other side, he could concentrate his attention entirely on Smith.

"Sorry, Alex, I might have to take it out on you."

Far from relaxing, Mark became even more proactive, like a cheetah, his ferocious gaze causing Fisher, his opponent, to involuntarily swallow hard.

The already explosive atmosphere grew tenser as Li Wei continued to move left and right, splitting the focus and agitating nerves even further.

At that moment—

Similarly, Nagy showed why Reed trusted him, with a diversionary tactic like drawing the tiger away from the mountain, confusing the enemy as Smith deliberately delayed the throw to connect with Li Wei.

When Bowman finally arrived to hit Smith hard, he was still unable to prevent the football from being delivered into Li Wei's arms.

Damn!

2.3 seconds, Smith's delayed throw still accurately controlled the rhythm, completing the pass before Bowman could get the sack, executing a complete Universe Moving Technique in the offensive strategy.

But, if that was all, wasn't Nagy digging his own grave?

For one, Li Wei's footsteps were still in the pocket, not even close to the line of scrimmage.

Secondly, the Oakland Raiders' red zone defense had fully collapsed by the time Smith's delayed throw was made, and they had already reacted and were coming at him from all sides.

Meaning, although the football had gone from Smith to Li Wei, not only was there no way for Li Wei to break through, but the delay had led him into an encirclement.

What kind of self-sabotaging tactic was this?

Li Wei had just caught the football and looked up to see the white wave engulfing the red flame in front of him—

Cornerbacks, safeties, linemen, all closing in.

Moreover, they were aware that Li Wei was good at breaking through the sidelines, evident from his running stance, preemptively cutting off his path, ready to encircle him the moment he positioned himself.

From the line of scrimmage to the end zone, five yards, step by step.

What was worse, Li Wei was still five yards away from the line of scrimmage.

So, really, had Nagy lost his mind?

Li Wei didn't have time to answer such a foolish question. After catching the football, his first step was a feint to the right, and immediately he could see Mark mirroring him step by step.

A sudden stop!

Just one step, and Li Wei instantly braked, catching Mark completely off guard, already wobbling and stumbling, he slipped and fell once more.

Boos echoed from the stands: Mark, can you even handle it? A man who isn't stable on his feet is really no good.

Mark had no time to care, caught up in shock and impact, because Li Wei didn't change direction again, preparing to break through directly from the slot.

The slot?

Not the sidelines, but the slot?

How could it be the slot!

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