Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 202 201 Show off a little

"he's here, he's there, he's everywhere, he's the edgerunner, li wei li wei li wei!"

the entire field, seething, swirling for a long time.

in the war room above the arrowhead stadium, kansas city chiefs manager veach quietly watched this scene, his hands folded across his chest, lost in thought.

it wasn't concern, nor was it pride, veach was simply reminded of everything that happened on the morning of draft day.

he still remembered, reed watching li wei on the video screen, replaying it over and over, then telling him with a firm tone,

li wei might be a "once in a decade" talent, li wei could become a team leader.

he had hesitated, doubted, wandered, but in the end, he chose to trust reed, he chose to take the risk.

now it seemed, li wei's chinese heritage and the entire asian market behind him weren't that important because even without these factors, li wei was still worth it.

at this year's draft, he was suddenly thrust into command, his first time as team manager, his first time in charge of the draft, and he might have made a series of decisions that could change his professional career and even the future landscape of the league, and it all just happened, he hadn't even realized how:

it was a bit thrilling.

but he liked it. he finally understood why some say competitive sports are like an addiction, like craving for nicotine or alcohol, indeed, it's an addiction that's hard to quit.

just imagine, now, inside and outside the league, just how many eyes were focused on li wei, and what thoughts those eyes hid—

fans. commentators. scouts. coaches. team managers. football experts.

and so on and so forth.

of course, there were also the opponents.

like solomon thomas.

thomas sat on the ground like a teddy bear, shoulders slumped, eyes hollow, not even feeling the shame, but full of confusion.

he couldn't understand how everything had just happened, he clearly caught li wei's intent and tackled him with precision, owning the advantage in size, weight, and strength, yet how was he outmaneuvered and broken through by li wei? your next read awaits at empire

he, couldn't understand.

"solomon... solomon!"

the calling voice, approaching from afar, pulled thomas back to reality, and then he realized, the special duty group was about to take the field, they had to leave.

such forcefulness, such tenacity, such brutality—flipping thomas head-over-heels showcased the allure of football's power struggles and physical collisions completely, igniting the entire arrowhead stadium, where the kansas city chiefs scored a touchdown after a sustained drive of five minutes and thirty-seven seconds.

now, thomas was in shutdown mode:

tackles failed, collisions failed, interceptions failed, everything failed.

thomas felt like a mere post, a tool used for taking hits, enduring so many impacts and pains without any reward, reduced to mere background, like a candle burning itself to illuminate others.

especially li wei.

so much so that the next time he saw li wei, thomas hesitated for a brief moment without anticipating it, not out of fear but confusion, because he didn't know how to stop li wei.

the result?

the result was that li wei, with a move similar to the marseille turn in soccer, dazzled past thomas, then swiftly carried the ball forward twenty-three yards. it took san francisco 49ers' secondary defense three men to finally stop li wei and prevent him from making another straight drive into the end zone.

incredulously!

once again outmaneuvered and in a direct confrontation, thomas began to harbor self-doubt for the first time: am i really that easy to take down?

unimaginable, the one-on-one duel between thomas and li wei ended in a total defeat for thomas, who couldn't even put up a resistance. li wei completely overpowered him.

so much so that the studio filtered out thomas once more, just like at the draft. though thomas was the one who had the worst time, he didn't receive any media attention, painting a desolate "nonexistent" picture.

for a moment, thomas wasn't sure whether he wanted the live commentators to mock him or to ignore him.

fortunately for thomas, li wei didn't stay on the field for long, playing only one quarter before he took off his helmet and pads, sitting on the sidelines laughing and chatting with his teammates, slipping into rest and vacation mode.

his demeanor was relaxed, and he didn't even care to put down thomas. he conveyed a sense of relaxation as if he had come out for a picnic with friends, without feeling any of the stress associated with the nfl's professional intensity.

but by then, thomas was no longer gritting his teeth.

it was clear that the san francisco 49ers breathed a sigh of relief. the scenario with li wei was completely different from what they had anticipated; no one could cope with his speed and strength. but for a while, they couldn't determine:

was li wei too strong, or was thomas too weak?

thomas: ???

when he noticed the signals hidden in his teammates' glances, suggesting "is this really the difference between a third-round and a first-round pick," he was filled with unspeakable bitterness. yet, whenever he looked at li wei sitting casually on the sidelines, he would swallow down all his retorts, sitting in a corner, scribbling circles and cursing li wei—

that guy, just die, die, die.

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