Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 1098 - 1097 Dazzling

In competitive sports arenas, things can change in an instant. Even a brief moment, like a blink, can be crucial; a slight hesitation might have already missed the opportunity.

One wrong step leads to another, as the Green Bay Packers Defense group finds itself in a quagmire.

They have not managed to react to the impact of the "Chiefs Special", with their focus entirely concentrated and on full alert.

First, they did not expect the Kansas City Chiefs to actually execute tactics according to the Shotgun Formation.

Second, they couldn’t help but suspect whether the Shotgun Formation was a smoke bomb covering the Read Option Offense, waiting for the receivers to complete their distraction while Moore himself runs the ball to complete the advance.

In an instant of hesitation and delay, a second had passed.

It seems to take forever to describe, but in fact, it was just a fleeting moment, the footstep paused, and the defensive players moved according to their judgments—

The whole defensive sea tactic naturally collapsed, and the tactical formation was out of shape.

Martinez chose to step up and blitz.

This time, Martinez’s concern was valid.

Moore was observing and evaluating, indeed this was the Shotgun Formation covering the Read Option Offense; if all defenders were taken out by Li Wei and others, the short pass area would be cleared for Moore to advance.

However, Moore was still somewhat tense, slightly behind in reaction speed.

Not much, just a 0.1-second or 0.2-second hesitation, but it led to Moore unintentionally synchronizing with the Green Bay Packers Defense group, missing the initiative.

Then, Moore saw Martinez rushing over from the blind side.

Despite hesitating and missing the timing, Moore’s cautious posture kept him alert like a fox and prevented him from missing the movement on the blind side.

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Moore’s palms sweated.

"Calm down, Matt, calm down. Focus!"

Finally, his steps opened up, Moore quickly retreated horizontally in the pocket, creating distance and shaking off Martinez.

Once the body began to move, the tension and stiffness quietly melted away, clearing the brain and focusing on himself.

Moving, adjusting, pulling, turning.

Martinez immediately realized the difficulty; Moore, indeed an experienced veteran, knew relying solely on speed might not evade, so he kept using quick steps to continuously change direction in a small space, like a mudfish, not giving Martinez a chance for a fatal blow.

What was worse, Martinez realized Moore was moving and observing, not acting immediately, meaning Moore was brewing a long pass?

Damn it!

The Kansas City Chiefs not only dared a risky pass but also boldly chose a long pass; don’t they know Moore’s performance has been terrible so far?

Making a quick decision, Martinez sped up, lunging at Moore.

However, Moore came alive, evading left and right, continuously shifting his center of gravity.

Martinez got irritated: Damn it, you’re not Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, what children’s game are you playing here!

Right then!

Without any warning, Moore’s steps paused, controlling his body.

A deep breath.

Plant, pivot, push.

Swing, snap, pass.

The action flowed seamlessly, the football turning into a red-brown beam of light, soaring upward grandiosely.

This unexpected scene quieted the entire Arrowhead Stadium.

Carter suddenly stood up but didn’t shout or move, dumbfounded staring at that passing arc, his heart flying and soaring together, climbing to the sky.

Martinez was two steps away from Moore, staring wide-eyed as the football soared over his head, without surprise or shock, nothing at all, his body uncontrollably collided forward, crashing into Moore—the two fell into a heap—

Yellow Flag!

Roughing the quarterback!

After the quarterback completed the pass, a defender still heavily struck the quarterback, one of the most contentious fouls, with the penalty scale entirely up to the referee.

If this were usual, Martinez would have already stood up, arguing with the referee; but now, Martinez didn’t have time for that, his eyes fixated only on that red-brown arc.

Who is the pass target?

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Accompanied by the snap command, the Kansas Chiefs Offense players all dashed out, seizing on the defenders’ slight daze upfront, sprinting forward fiercely.

Moreover, not just speed alone.

On the left, Hill and Watkins paired up, Hill sprinting along the sideline, Watkins running vertically before cutting horizontally into the central field.

On the right, Kelsey and Hardman made a pair, Hardman sprinting along the sideline, Kelsey running vertically before retreating cutting into the short pass area.

Additionally, there was Li Wei.

Li Wei ran an odd diagonal line, rapidly sprinting towards the sideline, but upon reaching it, did not continue vertically into deeper territory, instead making a ninety-degree turn, moving horizontally to merge with Kelsey.

The Kansas City Chiefs’ two stalwarts completed a cross-position exchange in the right short pass area!

Finally reacting was linebacker Smith and cornerback Kevin King who both lunged over.

Unexpectedly, Kelsey made a block, holding off the approaching Smith; simultaneously, Li Wei suddenly accelerated, darting behind Kelsey, shaking off the relentless pursuit of Kevin King.

Kelsey faced off against two, holding his position.

In an instant, Li Wei had cut into the central field, merging with Watkins, like dual arrows sprinting along a straight line with full force.

Dazzling! Overwhelming!

The Green Bay Packers Defense group completely fell into chaos, entirely led by the nose.

Safety Amos and Sanechi were utterly stunned, the experienced Amos was no exception.

Subconsciously, they assumed Li Wei would choose to break out along the sideline, Amos moved to cover Hill, Sanechi hurriedly towards the sideline.

Yet, they did not expect Li Wei to rarely push from the central field.

The two safeties simultaneously lost their positions.

At this moment, Moore passed, the passing trajectory was, surprisingly, to the middle.

Amos: Crap.

Sanechi: Damn.

Even though they’ve lost the initiative now, the two safeties, like donkeys grinding, watched the tiny space ahead and followed suit, wasting energy; yet, they have no choice, must swiftly fill the position.

Right in the center, a huge open space, resembling a glaring fish belly.

Sheer conspicuousness.

Sprinting, rushing, speeding up.

Four figures were converging entirely towards the end zone.

Watkins knew he couldn’t keep up with Li Wei’s speed, even if he followed Li Wei, he’d only drag down, so he chose preemptive action—

Splitting into two paths.

Li Wei continued pushing straight line, Watkins ran towards the left on a slight diagonal line.

Both remain in the central field, both potentially pass targets.

Amos and Sanechi dare not relax vigilance, but Watkins had seized this advantage, sprinting ahead to dismantle Amos’s coverage.

Amos, not giving a thought to Watkins, anxiously eyed Sanechi—

"Li Wei VS Sanechi."

Head-to-head showdown.

Sanechi focused all attention, not observing the football’s descent curve, only Li Wei occupied his vision and mind; just as long as he is able to hit Li Wei, all problems will be resolved.

This is the opportunity, this time he won’t foolishly miss.

Sanechi held his breath, concentrating all his might, combining speed and strength into body weight, like a sandbag crashing into Li Wei.

Got it!

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