Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 145 144 A Stroke at the Throat

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Chaos, danger, shock.

Li Wei's heart also raced with shock. His steps, originally prepared to launch, were disrupted, startling a cold sweat from his skin, but his second reaction was agile enough to step forward and scoop up the football before it hit the ground.

However, this unexpected deviation once again plunged Li Wei into trouble. Not only had he lost his position, but also his balance and center of gravity were thrown off; he needed to adjust his footsteps before he could restart.

Li Wei was not panicked.

Essentially, the Clemson Tigers were in the advantage now. Sensing the rising momentum of the Crimson Tide Storm, Sweeney reacted immediately, adopting an aggressive passing posture to preemptively disrupt the entire game plan of the Crimson Tide Storm. Now, the Crimson Tide Storm was indeed pushed to the edge of a cliff.

The more this was the case, the more necessary it was to remain calm.

His footsteps paused. Before he could shake his head to observe the situation ahead, he immediately saw a figure in a white jersey lunging at him.

Like a tornado.

Stopping abruptly and pivoting, Li Wei hit the brakes hard, controlling his body and turning counterclockwise with the momentum, narrowly avoiding the tackle—

Brushing past.

Quite literally, Li Wei could even sense the expansion and burst of the muscles on his back, the rolling heat waves oscillating in the gap between the two bodies, scalding his skin as if he had just grazed a blade's edge.

With a push from his right leg, he was about to break laterally to the right. His teetering center of gravity not yet fully under control, he was swept into a bright white halo the next second.

Tackled!

Li Wei was caught in the hold.

It was Watkins.

Bang!

Li Wei immediately felt a force trying to compress and clamp him. A crisis loomed overhead, the sunlight began to vanish, and his heart clenched tightly.

Left hand, bracing.

Strong arm.

With a push, Li Wei reflexively straightened his left arm, making it the last barrier for Watkins to complete the tackle.

Ah, Watkins roared in rage.

A head-on confrontation of "strength VS strength."

Watkins, 6.3 feet (191 centimeters), 305 pounds (138 kilograms), like a mountain of flesh.

From height to weight to strength, he completely overpowered Li Wei.

Not a chance.

Wait, really not a chance?

Li Wei could feel the wobble of Watkins's center of gravity and the instability of his feet during the abrupt stopping and turning, his eagerness leading to a less secure tackle.

Without hesitation, Li Wei exerted force with his left hand.

A shove.

And another shove.

Not just the left hand, his feet stomped the ground in quick succession, pushing forward continuously like a bulldozer, jabbing with his left hand.

Straight Arm Block, three successive shoves later—

The forty-yard line.

In just three large strides, Li Wei had already surged forward, stumbling, and it seemed the first down was within reach. But it wasn't enough, far from enough.

Hanging around in the pocket had wasted too much time, and if he just settled for the first down, then the Clemson Tigers' strategy could still be considered successful.

They needed more.

Li Wei, in a mad dash.

"Roar!"

A classic scene from Bryant Denny Stadium was playing out at Richmond James Stadium, where countless Crimson Tide Storm fans united, watching number twenty-three, swift as the wind, and making their voices heard.

The thirty-five-yard line.

"Roar!"

As the last barrier of the Clemson Tigers defense team approached, Tanner Muse.

Muse, do you remember the fear of being dominated by Li Wei?

Muse was closing in, rapidly, and the other Clemson Tigers players were also converging, realizing that their risk of full pressure was facing the most terrible backlash.

The thirty-yard line.

"Roar!"

Not just the Crimson Tide Storm, but also the Clemson Tigers fans stood up uncontrollably shouting, hoping Muse could stop Li Wei.

In their sight, Li Wei ran faster and faster, so much so that one could almost see his figure ignite, leaving behind a sweeping red afterimage.

The twenty-five-yard line.

"Roar!"

Muse, catching up rapidly, was not planning to tackle but to directly knock Li Wei out of bounds.

Muse's speed had peaked, and his strength was fully unleashed—

Bang.

Wait, the expected collision didn't happen.

A flicker of astonishment crossed Muse's eyes as he watched Li Wei slam on the brakes to control his body, that calm gaze landing on him like looking at a fool, before he helplessly flew past Li Wei.

Unable to stop, sliding as if on ice.

Time, at that moment, froze.

Still at the twenty-five-yard line.

But when Li Wei started up again, there were no more obstacles in sight, a wide-open field, with all the dust and clamor of thousands of horses left behind.

The shouts from Richmond James Stadium came faster and louder, ultimately transforming into an unrestrained roar of cheers and jubilation, thundering throughout the arena.

"Roar! Roar! Roar!"

"Aaah!"

And then, just like that, they watched Li Wei charge into the end zone, unrivaled.

A swift strike to the throat, a smooth touchdown.

And so, it all happened.