Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 308 307 Digging one’s own grave

Third Gear three yards.

The Oakland Raiders and the Kansas City Chiefs had been locked in a bitter struggle in the Red Zone for over two minutes, and now the Chiefs were just five yards from the end zone, yet the blood battle continued, as pure and fierce as the three hundred Spartans, with both sides showing their fighting spirit.

With no retreat, the Oakland Raiders erupted with incredible energy in a desperate situation, attempting to keep their century-old enemy outside the end zone.

The air was burning.

Before Smith had announced the start of the play, one could hear the sounds of taut muscles and heavy breathing on both sides of the line, ready to explode.

Then.

Someone moved.

Tap tap tap.

Li Wei shifted from behind Smith on the left to the right, instantly noticing Bowman straighten up and follow suit, shadowing Li Wei's every step.

Immediately after, Li Wei moved back from the right to the left, with Bowman continuing to follow without fail; at the same time, Li Wei did not stay behind Smith but stood parallel to him, with Wide Receiver Hill directly ahead.

All signs indicated that Li Wei was very likely to play the role of wide receiver once again, avoiding the side defended by Mark and coordinating routes with Hill—

This was a brand-new partnership.

Clearly, the Kansas City Chiefs, in their predicament of consecutive losses, were constantly seeking to change, with many tactics likely rehearsed in team training.

Something new meant unfamiliarity and also required the defensive group to adapt on the spot, which the Oakland Raiders had already suffered from more than once in today's game.

So, although Tight End Kelsey was on the right and by convention that's the strong side, the Raiders could not neglect Li Wei's presence.

Thus, with the right as the strong side and the left also appearing strong, the Raiders suddenly found themselves in a predicament.

Was Li Wei just a smoke bomb?

Mark glanced at Li Wei out of the corner of his eye: Coward, afraid of a head-to-head confrontation.

He cursed silently, but immediately returned his focus, thinking that with Li Wei on the other side, he could concentrate his attention entirely on Smith.

"Sorry, Alex, I might have to take it out on you."

Far from relaxing, Mark became even more proactive, like a cheetah, his ferocious gaze causing Fisher, his opponent, to involuntarily swallow hard.

The already explosive atmosphere grew tenser as Li Wei continued to move left and right, splitting the focus and agitating nerves even further.

At that moment—

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Smith's signal to start the play tore through the air.

A quick scan revealed the Kansas City Chiefs' offensive group running a series of dazzling routes:

Smith took several steps back, creating space, surveying the field, purposely glancing at Kelsey on the right but quickly shifting his gaze toward an opening on the left.

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Two steps. Three steps.

Smith was already raising his hand to pass, with the apparent target being Hill—or at least Hill's direction of movement.

With every movement of the quarterback, the opposing defensive had to react immediately, Bowman did, and so did Mark, and although it wasn't a quick short pass, Smith's quicker motion squeezed the passing time, meaning the defense had less time to react.

In an atmosphere fraught with tension, the actions on both sides became more frantic.

Mark knew he had to pick up speed or he wouldn't just fail to tackle; he would be too late to even hit, but this time, Fisher was especially difficult, firmly holding his position. Mark needed to cut inside Fisher, and even a millisecond of delay could turn the tide of battle.

Mark, a bit impatient, slipped slightly, losing balance, which ironically caused Fisher to lose his position, allowing Mark to finally break free, simply diving under Fisher's arm—

Even through the crotch, if it was necessary.

As Mark advanced, Smith was already in his line of sight, and noticing the football in Smith's hands, a surge of joy hit him. In the blink of an eye, without time to question why Smith hadn't thrown yet, Mark charged forward.

Then, Smith spun around.

Then, Smith threw the ball.

In Mark's eyes, it was as if in slow motion, he watched intently as Smith's motion broke down, that reddish-brown arc tugging his line of sight, and in the next second, Li Wei's figure charged into view, Mark's pupils rapidly contracting, staring in disbelief at the scene before him.

Li Wei?

Why was Li Wei here?

Had Li Wei not coordinated with Hill, why was he back on the right side again?

Wait, what's going on?

A torrent of thoughts surged in his mind, but Mark had no time to think, he could only react instinctively, moving with the ball, stopping and turning sharply to keep up.

Right after, rip.

The pocket collapsed.

The Oakland Raiders were aware of the importance of this third and three, not opting for a blitz but Bowman played a key role, still creating effective pressure, utterly ignoring Hill, ostensibly keeping a tight watch on Li Wei, but actually targeting Smith, and relying on his personal ability to tear open the pocket.

Clearly, Del Rio was scheming, and making moves.

Similarly, Nagy showed why Reed trusted him, with a diversionary tactic like drawing the tiger away from the mountain, confusing the enemy as Smith deliberately delayed the throw to connect with Li Wei.

When Bowman finally arrived to hit Smith hard, he was still unable to prevent the football from being delivered into Li Wei's arms.

Damn!

2.3 seconds, Smith's delayed throw still accurately controlled the rhythm, completing the pass before Bowman could get the sack, executing a complete Universe Moving Technique in the offensive strategy.

But, if that was all, wasn't Nagy digging his own grave?

For one, Li Wei's footsteps were still in the pocket, not even close to the line of scrimmage.

Secondly, the Oakland Raiders' red zone defense had fully collapsed by the time Smith's delayed throw was made, and they had already reacted and were coming at him from all sides.

Meaning, although the football had gone from Smith to Li Wei, not only was there no way for Li Wei to break through, but the delay had led him into an encirclement.

What kind of self-sabotaging tactic was this?

Li Wei had just caught the football and looked up to see the white wave engulfing the red flame in front of him—

Cornerbacks, safeties, linemen, all closing in.

Moreover, they were aware that Li Wei was good at breaking through the sidelines, evident from his running stance, preemptively cutting off his path, ready to encircle him the moment he positioned himself.

From the line of scrimmage to the end zone, five yards, step by step.

What was worse, Li Wei was still five yards away from the line of scrimmage.

So, really, had Nagy lost his mind?

Li Wei didn't have time to answer such a foolish question. After catching the football, his first step was a feint to the right, and immediately he could see Mark mirroring him step by step.

A sudden stop!

Just one step, and Li Wei instantly braked, catching Mark completely off guard, already wobbling and stumbling, he slipped and fell once more.

Boos echoed from the stands: Mark, can you even handle it? A man who isn't stable on his feet is really no good.

Mark had no time to care, caught up in shock and impact, because Li Wei didn't change direction again, preparing to break through directly from the slot.

The slot?

Not the sidelines, but the slot?

How could it be the slot!