Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 1010 - 1009 A Sword to the Throat

Good maintained focus and vigilance, his entire body tense, under immense pressure—

Li Wei is the player who made Aaron Donald dance in the Super Bowl, imagine the pressure of having to face Li Wei every time.

Deep breath, another deep breath, Good kept cheering himself on.

His whole body tightened, even if he wasn’t ready, he forced himself to be ready, bracing himself to press on despite the pressure.

"Attack!"

Push off, start, charge forward.

Good put on a show of posture and stance, regardless of his true feelings inside, at least he couldn’t lose in momentum, showing a display of a raging bull.

However!

To his surprise, Li Wei also charged directly without yielding.

No retreat! No repositioning!

Li Wei charged directly forward with the stance of a wide receiver, his movement without hesitation.

Good: Damn it!

Inside, a little girl was screaming, but he managed to control himself, continuing to step up while moving laterally, trying to block the path.

Evidently, Reed’s offensive tactics were again one step ahead of Marrone.

Since the start, Marrone’s predictions of the Kansas City Chiefs’ offensive strategies had all been wrong, making the already passive defensive group even more passive.

Good, that’s the situation now.

With one lateral step, he was mentally prepared to crash and burn; but his reaction was a tad slow and he couldn’t keep up.

Whoosh.

A gust of wind howled past right in front of him.

No pause, no change of direction, no collision, no tricks at all, purely with absolute speed, continuing to accelerate and forcefully breakthrough, Li Wei had already broken through before Good could intercept.

A half-step too slow, Good stepped out laterally but hit nothing but air.

Right leg stepped out, his balance thrown, but due to his massive frame he couldn’t keep up, his left leg pitifully left behind, his right foot powerless upon landing.

Oh no, his foot slipped.

His right leg slid across the grass, his line of sight slowly sinking, Good felt he was facing the toughest challenge of his life, his legs no longer his own.

Yet, this wasn’t all.

A red figure charged forward while another red figure simultaneously crossed backward.

Good didn’t have time to judge, just reflexively reacted without knowing who or what, just wanting to grab onto something.

Like a lifeline.

Lunging forward, only to hit nothing again.

Good watched helplessly as Kelsey passed by him, quickly cutting into the pocket, covering Mahomes, not understanding what happened.

But he couldn’t care anymore, his balance slowly tipping forward, the patch of green grass enlarging in his pupils, leaving him incapable of changing reality.

Dizzying cross-positioning—

The Kansas City Chiefs used a small triangle on the right wing to complete a rotational running back position, both allowing Li Wei to face off defense and nullifying the Jacksonville Jaguars’ six-man rush strategy, with Kelsey returning to fill positions.

Then, the Jacksonville Jaguars’ five-man rush no longer held any advantage.

Not only did they lose the advantage, but Campbell also quickly realized they were in trouble, because the offensive line ahead had turned into a six-man pocket.

Though Campbell staggered into the pocket, he found himself isolated:

No support from teammates behind, having to solo match up with Kelsey ahead.

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Campbell couldn’t understand what offensive strategy the Kansas City Chiefs had chosen, but an ominous feeling engulfed him, blaring alarm bells all over his body.

No time for hesitation or panic, Campbell rushed up immediately.

Aiming at Mahomes.

Kelsey and Mahomes cross-positioned, Kelsey charged straight into Campbell; but Campbell had no time to entangle with Kelsey, shifting directions, Campbell forcibly shouldered Kelsey.

Ah, ah ah!

Instantly exploding with power, effortlessly breaking through.

Stumbling, his balance in the wind, Campbell didn’t care about Kelsey, and staggered off towards Mahomes.

By now, Mahomes had voluntarily run out of the pocket, the entire field clearing wide open, sprawling endlessly before this quarterback.

Then, Campbell finally saw his teammate—

Myles Jack.

Campbell: ???

What’s Myles, a lineman, doing here?

Was it following Kelsey back? But didn’t Myles know Li Wei was the real threat, and with Li Wei already charged as a wide receiver and Kelsey back, shouldn’t Myles keep up with Li Wei?

In sacking a quarterback, Myles’ help would be extremely limited, didn’t he know his return was just wasting manpower?

Darn it!

Damn! Damn damn!

But now Campbell couldn’t care anymore, all focus was on Mahomes, hoping they could complete the sack to quench the root.

Campbell was sprinting, Myles was sprinting too.

Sadly, they were both too slow.

Mahomes moved light-footedly, feeling no pressure at all, moving steadily across the open field, even having time to glance at Campbell and Myles both closing in at full speed.

It was evident they were blind, like headless flies, in complete defense, totally passive, only able to pray for God’s help now.

But it was necessary to ask Mahomes’ opinion too.

Mahomes coolly surveyed the field, the Kansas City Chiefs’ four arrows scattered in different corners, sprinting at full tilt, Hill at the left front leading the charge like an arrow, piercing towards the deep zone of the Jacksonville Jaguars—

Single arrowhead.

Hill fully unleashed his speed advantage, the cornerback defending couldn’t keep up, fearing fouls and unable to position tightly.

By now Hill had already crossed midfield, sprinting along the left sideline past the opponent’s twenty-five-yard line.

Target, end zone.

A single Hill was enough to throw the Jacksonville Jaguars’ secondary defense into chaos.

For this reason, both of the Jacksonville Jaguars’ safeties were fully focused on Hill, attempting to encircle and disrupt the pass.

One had already closed in on Hill, the other moving and observing the quarterback pass.

Seeing this, Mahomes raised his right hand, swung it vigorously towards Hill’s direction.

In an instant, the winds raged.

The safeties had no reservations, sprinting full speed towards Hill.

Campbell and Myles in front both froze, their hearts sinking quickly—

They were still a half-step too slow after all.

Yet in a split second, Mahomes retracted his arm, rotated body, changed direction.

Then, push off, step up, swing arm.

Draw the bow, shoot the eagle.

The entire action in one stroke, the force from the foot through the body to the fingertips, instantly bursting, propelling the football to slice through the sky, breaking the night.

Sword unsheathed!

Myles: ???

Campbell:…Damn!

Only then realizing, it was truly too late.

Steps stumbling forward driven by inertia, eyes following the majestic arc of the football flying away, witnessing that breathtaking arc charge straight forward along the right sideline area, mighty and bold targeting the end zone.

The intended pass target was—

Li Wei!

Wait, Li Wei and Hardman?