Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 282: 281 Passion Burning

"God, God, oh, God!"

"What are we witnessing?"

"Touchdown! God, touchdown!"

"Li Wei, touchdown! Li Wei, touchdown, it’s a game-winning touchdown!"

"Unbelievable! Un-be-lievable!"

"It’s not a Wanfu Mary; what we witnessed in the last seventeen seconds was not a Wanfu Mary, after Smith and the team’s top running back Li Wei completed a thirty-five-yard pass, Li Wei continued to carry the ball and finally broke through three tackles!"

"Three times!"

"He took it all the way for twenty-five yards, knocking Watt aside, flipping Mitchell over, and shaking off Hilton in a fierce collision, forging a bloody path to complete the touchdown!"

"Game-winner!"

"God, it was a last-second game-winner."

"In the last stance of offense and defense, the Pittsburgh Steelers made a fatal mistake!"

"Tomlin failed to read Reed’s strategy; the shotgun formation combined with the wide receiver making a deep straight run, and the running back acting as a frontline cover, all these smoke bomb tactics led the Steelers to completely abandon midfield defense, with all attention focused on the Wanfu Mary, creating a fatal gap that Li Wei exploited for the deadly strike."

"In the final moments, the Kansas City Chiefs’ offensive strategy completely suppressed the opponent."

"It wasn’t a Wanfu Mary, but the Kansas City Chiefs still found a way to turn things around with a game-winner in dire straits."

In the Arrowhead Stadium commentary box, Pash went wild, his rapid-fire commentary unstoppable after pulling the trigger.

In the ESPN studio, Bart’s face was pale and he seemed to be on the brink of collapse, his expression blank as though he could cry at any moment, his eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"Li Wei!"

"Li Wei, this rookie running back, this year’s Top Scholar, who switched from mixed martial arts to football just a year ago, the first Asian player to be chosen in the first round in NFL history, has always been surrounded by controversy and doubt, but now, it’s time to put a period on that."

"Not only stable but also dominant."

"In today’s game, Li Wei once again proved his worth, playing as a wide receiver for the first time in his career, he upended the situation with an unparalleled performance, not only taking Watt out of the play but also causing stand-out performers this game like Hayward, Mitchell, and Hilton to make mistakes, ultimately blazing through to complete the game-winner."

"While everyone is praising Bell, I think Li Wei deserves more attention."

"We need to remove our colored glasses and acknowledge Li Wei’s outstanding performance so far this season, without a doubt, he is the best of the 2017 rookies."

Bang.

A violent storm of blood and fury smashed directly into Hilton, the chilling murderous aura tightly choking Hilton’s throat. His rage was instantly quenched, and he paused, standing dazed, staggered backward two steps, his expression suddenly becoming sheepish.

Levi sneered, "I knew you wouldn’t dare."

Afterwards, paying no further attention to Hilton, he turned to face the stands—

Roar!

Once.

Roar! Roar!

Twice.

The scent of blood in his eyes spread across the entire stadium, unleashing all the suppressed emotions in a roar akin to that of a lion king, instantly igniting the whole venue.

Whoa.

In the Old Oak Tavern, Charles Vester couldn’t control himself. He suddenly raised both hands high, without cheering or yelling, just holding his hands up high. This was both a touchdown and a celebratory gesture, his eyes sparkling with hope, his beliefs faintly flickering.

The next second—

Roar.

Accompanied by the referee’s touchdown confirmation gesture, the entire tavern exploded, deafening cheers and screams resonating with the thunderous banging on tables.

Victory!

Turnaround!

The Kansas City Chiefs had not experienced such a game in a very long time, more than just a victory. The two teams entangled and closely matched until the final moments, a back-and-forth battle that kept the outcome uncertain until the very end, forcing them to carve a path of blood at the edge of a cliff.

Victory, so precious; but the game, even more so.

The surging passion was ignited just like that.

Vester was stunned, overwhelmed with happiness and insanity, all emotions instantly surging to his head, breaking through his response mechanisms, and leaving him just standing there like a fool, continuing to raise his hands and open his mouth wide, unable to make a sound, rooted to the spot.

Every cell in his body was screaming, shouting, cheering, jumping, blooming like fireworks, overwhelmed with excitement to the extent that all reactions disappeared, merely standing silently, feeling the tsunami of joy engulf and devour him.

For a brief moment, his eyes welled with warmth, blurring his vision, but a smile bloomed at his lips.

Vester felt as though he had lost control over his brain and body, but then again... what did it matter?