Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 1096 - 1095 feint east, attack west

"Are you guys stupid?"

"That’s Li Wei, Li Wei! Two-time Super Bowl MVP! Don’t you know his nickname? The Edgerunner, damn it, the freaking Edgerunner!"

"Do you think he’s just a pretty face, a vase that’s good for nothing? Soft and easily pushed over, collapsing at your feet with a slight shove?"

"When he stands in the end zone and sees your bewildered, clueless faces, you’ll know who’s really easy to push over! Damn fools!"

Crackling sounds as the blow dryer works at full power.

Amos couldn’t control his anger, looking at the two stunned rookies in front of him with faces like drooling fanboys, feeling exasperated.

This was already the second time in a row—

Li Wei almost tore through the Green Bay Packers Defense for a breakaway.

Although it ended without risk both times, Li Wei’s consecutive ground advances both resulted in first downs, an absolute disgrace to the defensive group.

Generally, the average running back gains four to five yards per carry, but a player like Li Wei, averaging six yards, is a rare find; yet they just lost a total of twenty-five yards in two ground defenses.

Humiliation!

Worse, the Kansas City Chiefs were already at the midfield line.

They had to be thankful that the quarterback in the Kansas City Chiefs’ pocket wasn’t Mahomes, or the Chiefs would show them what explosive power and rapid adaptability truly mean, making Green Bay Packers’ supposed advantages vanish in an instant.

Amos, seething with anger, loudly reproached the eager yet careless rookies, trying to snap them out of it.

Step by step, the Green Bay Packers Defense could clearly feel the pressure mounting.

Lafleur was slightly anxious, but he couldn’t adjust the defensive tactics now because the Kansas City Chiefs’ last two offensive plays had no discernible pattern, and rashly adjusting the defense might lead them into Reed’s trap.

But not adjusting?

The pressure was overwhelming.

Yet the game continued, forty seconds of break time flew by in an instant.

The Kansas City Chiefs lined up again, uncertain if Moore had adjusted to the game pace.

"Focus!"

Lafleur shouted to all the defensive players, especially the linebackers.

They needed to be wary of Reed’s change in formation again—

Who knew what secret weapons the Kansas City Chiefs had up their sleeves besides "Cheating Motion"?

"Attack!"

Moore announced the snap.

This time, the Kansas City Chiefs were in a standard shotgun formation; Li Wei wasn’t even stationed to Moore’s right but was three yards behind Moore.

However, the Green Bay Packers Defense didn’t dare to believe the scene before them easily; they needed to stay focused and adaptable.

Step back, and step back again.

Li Wei switched positions with Moore, standing in front of Moore, who lifted his chin to survey the field.

Passing?

After two consecutive ground attacks, were the Kansas City Chiefs returning to the passing offense?

The Green Bay Packers Defense still didn’t apply any pressure upfront, revealing Lafleur’s slightly delayed adaptability in defensive strategies—

This was an objective fact, as defense wasn’t in the team’s DNA.

Without a pass rush, the Green Bay Packers’ defenders backed off, marking man-to-man and executing zone defense, immediately raising their stances.

But at this moment, Moore barely scanned the field before retracting his gaze, extending the football forward.

Li Wei turned and cradled the football into his arms.

Moore shifted positions in front of Li Wei, playing the role of a lead blocker.

—Oh no!

Lafleur. Linebacker Martinez. Linebacker Smith.

The first to notice the change on the front line, they all tensed up.

—A twist!

Michaels. Collinsworth.

Sitting high in the broadcast booth, they immediately noticed the change.

A fake pass and run!

This was clearly a fake pass and run; the Kansas City Chiefs unbelievably opted for a third consecutive ground attack with the diversionary tactic.

Yet, thinking carefully, it wasn’t surprising.

Moore still hesitated to pass, so the Kansas City Chiefs could only rely on Li Wei’s legs, hoping for a lifeline through Li Wei’s strong legs.

Even Moore was playing the role of a lead blocker.

In an instant, the situation escalated rapidly.

Linebackers, cornerbacks, safeties, all aware of the crisis, swarmed in from all corners of the Green Bay Packers Defense like a tide.

A swarm tactic!

Stepping in, advancing, and surrounding.

In a blink of an eye, intense heat rolled through the short pass area.

Smith persisted with his strategy, standing his ground waiting for Li Wei to make the first move.

However, this time something was odd; Moore’s actions obscured the view, making it hard for Smith to see clearly; but he felt there wasn’t a shadow behind Moore.

So, where was Li Wei?

The next second, Smith noticed a figure darting to his right.

An ambush?

Martinez: Damn it.

Li Wei didn’t advance.

"Oh, God."

Michaels exclaimed.

"Li Wei... Li Wei is observing the defense, Li Wei is looking for a passing target."

"Chiefs Special, this is a Chiefs Special!"

It’s not a quarterback pass or a fake pass and run—it’s a Chiefs Special.

"Martinez realized the crisis, trying to cut into the pocket to stop Li Wei, but it was all too late, too late. Li Wei’s pocket footwork was like a seasoned quarterback’s, calm and composed."

"Li Wei passes, the target is..."

Retreat, observe.

Li Wei was fully focused; their trickery could only buy two to three seconds of opening, so he couldn’t waste it and had to seize the opening tightly.

Adjust, step.

Seeing someone from the Green Bay Packers already deciphering the play and entering the pocket, Li Wei still managed to take a step ahead, calmly finishing his preparation.

Swing arm, push.

The power flowed from the soles of his feet through the torso into the arm, launching forcefully.

Swoosh!

The football pierced through the air, tracing a beautiful rainbow arc.

In an instant, the entire Arrowhead Stadium’s breath was caught, with countless eyes following the football into the brilliant lights, except for one figure.

Tugging, battling, stalemating.

Hill’s performance was impeccable, completely entangled with the matching cornerback, even when the cornerback turned to assist the ground defense, Hill used a feigned entanglement to disrupt the opponent.

Then, pretending not to entangle, he allowed the opponent to break free.

With a pivot and a step, his body shot out like an arrow from the string.

Crackle, crackle, crackle.

The speed released instantly, sprinting along the left sideline with full acceleration.

Oh no, Amos noticed.

True to his veteran experience, Amos was the first to notice Hill’s anomaly.

But Hill wasn’t worried because he knew Amos wouldn’t catch up.

Five yards, ten yards.

Fifteen yards, twenty yards.

Twenty-five yards, thirty yards.

Hill sprinted at full speed, forcing Amos to maintain distance apprehensively, worried Hill might dash directly into the end zone.

Then, without warning, Hill suddenly stopped and pivoted back two steps.

At a glance, Hill could see the football rapidly descending.

A breathtaking red-brown blur.

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