Dominate the Super Bowl

Bowman, with full concentration and focused attention, precisely captured Li Wei's four changes in direction—

He wasn't fooled by Li Wei's feints, perfectly positioning himself on his right side, Li Wei's left, because that was the best path for Li Wei to penetrate into the midfield territory. Bowman noticed an Oakland Raiders cornerback clad in the white away jersey rapidly approaching from his left; surely Li Wei noticed as well, so Bowman blocked his right side.

Moreover, Bowman didn't wait for Li Wei to fall into the trap; he even took a step forward preemptively, ready to tackle.

Unlike the others, Bowman didn't underestimate Li Wei. He believed that any player who could start in the NFL had skills, regardless of whether they were system players. One lapse in concentration could make him the butt of the joke.

But not Bowman.

So, he concentrated fully and took the first step immediately.

However, Li Wei actually came to a halt all at once.

Waiting, patiently waiting.

To call it halting and waiting—it was really just a brief moment. Bowman's two strides rapidly closed the distance between them— Continue reading on My Virtual Library Empire

As Bowman was almost within reach, Li Wei suddenly started up toward the right.

His left leg pushed off the ground, pulling sideways, and at the critical moment evaded the contact, brushing past him as the two men shifted past each other, one after the other.

Li Wei broke through!

Bowman: Held his breath.

He didn't panic but reacted swiftly, completely relying on his core strength to twist his upper body back despite completely losing balance in his steps, lunging and blocking—

Like waves crashing against the shore.

Thud!

Bowman's upper body and lower body split and twisted into a pretzel, striking against Li Wei's thigh in a mind-boggling manner, upsetting Li Wei's balance.

Li Wei, having just started, felt the force of a whale's tail strike hard against his body, his steps faltering as they flung to the right.

But Li Wei didn't resist. Instead, he went with the force, converting the momentum into acceleration, his sideways movement visibly quickening—

TJ-Carrie was stunned: ???

Oakland Raiders' starting cornerback Carrie was preparing to sandwich Li Wei with Bowman, but then Li Wei fluttered past like a plastic bag. As Carrie was about to embrace him, he had to stop abruptly and pivot, returning to position in an attempt to dive forward.

Wait, wait...

With a head full of question marks, Carrie's body couldn't keep up with his brain's rapid reactions. Even though his brain was frantic, his feet seemed nailed to the spot, immovable, then his upper body followed the red figure wearing number twenty-three, swinging like a pendulum.

But why was that number twenty-three getting farther and farther away in his field of vision?

A push. A lunge.

Carrie thought he had leaped high, only for his feet to barely lift one centimeter off the ground, before gravity yanked him back down. His mouth filled with the taste of grass as he saw the heels vanish from sight.

Carrie: ...Damn.

Meanwhile, Li Wei accelerated with the momentum provided by Bowman, managing to steady his messy steps near the sideline, executing a ninety-degree turn, transitioning from lateral to forward movement, and quickly sprinting along the sideline.

Push off.

Push off!

Exert force!

Li Wei, took off riding the wind.

"Brilliant!

The evasion and switch from the twenty-five-yard line to the thirty-yard line, followed by the acceleration at the thirty-five-yard line, an exquisite series of actions easily securing the offense. But the real danger of the Kansas City Chiefs offence lies in—

This, is just the beginning."

In the broadcast booth, Pash's passionate commentary was barely able to introduce the starting lineups for the two teams before getting sucked into the storm. Along with Arrowhead Stadium, he burst into cheers, entering a state of drunken euphoria, his flushed cheeks looking as though they could explode with plasma at any second.

"Kansas City Chiefs take the initiative!"

"Oakland Raiders completely unanticipated that Li Wei would appear as a wide receiver, after a fake run and a precise block that thoroughly concealed Li Wei as the target for the pass. This was an advanced version of the game-winning touchdown strategy against the Pittsburgh Steelers, and it has the Raiders' defense reeling!"

"Oakland's caught in a series of blunders, their secondary defense now all drawn into the midfield territory, yet Li Wei bursts through from the sideline."

"The Edgerunner reemerges!"

"The forty-yard line!"

"The forty-five-yard line!"

"Li Wei's speed has been fully unleashed, turning into a red dagger, stabbing toward the Oakland Raiders' half of the field!"

The waves, surging—

Clad in their silver and white away jerseys, the Oakland Raiders' secondary defense is grinding forward in full force, advancing in a tsunami-like onslaught.

An arrowhead takes the lead, reacting swiftly to keep up, attempting to intercept at the midfield line to prevent further bleeding.

Just then, bang!

A shadowy duplicate cuts diagonally from Li Wei's left side, intercepting partway, heedlessly charging like a bull, and sending that arrowhead flying, broken.

Kelsey?

No, Hill.

As the team's top wide receiver, Hill rarely gets involved in blocking; it's not his strength. But right now, he couldn't care less.

After cornerback Kerry abandoned Hill, Hill had been lingering by Li Wei's side like a satellite, and at the critical moment, he shouldered the heavy responsibility—

Remember? They are not fighting alone.

The deeper the valley, the tougher the predicament, the more abyssal the depths, the more they need to unite. Even if their recent nemesis within the division had just defeated them, even if this game was a do-or-die battle on the edge of a cliff with no way back, they still hadn't given up the fight.

"Ah, ah, ahh!"

A force erupts from deep within Hill's Dantian.

Behind, a streak of red runs at full speed, like a storm.

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.

Li Wei runs faster and faster, exploiting the brief, undisturbed acceleration, and his speed advantage is fully realized as he sprints down the sideline.

For a brief moment, Arrowhead Stadium, the Old Oak Tavern, and the whole of Kansas City are stunned—

They'd braced for a tough game, but never anticipated being blindsided by such a surprise, a direct hit to the heart without any warning.

The gaze is fixated on that figure, dancing wildly upon the wire.

After crossing the midfield line, he becomes unstoppable.

The forty-yard line.

The thirty-yard line.

The heart climbs, beat by beat, with inconceivable joy boiling in the blood.

The twenty-yard line.

The ten-yard line.

A roar above the eardrums as all reason and restraint crumble in the face of that red figure piercing the heart and stabbing into the end zone, detonating the energy and submerging the whole of Kansas City in a vast tide of warmth.

Boom!

"Touchdown!"

"God!"

"Touchdown!"

"After a five-yard short pass, a seventy-yard long-distance rush nails a fatal touchdown."

"Li Wei! Number twenty-three, Li Wei, scores the second touchdown pass of his career!"

In the end zone, Li Wei stands tall and proud, remaining on the spot, looking up at the red sea before him, quietly waiting for the release of energy—

Boom!