Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 374 373 remains unmoved

High above, Smith's heart soared almost to his throat as he scrambled up and hurried after, not bothering to entangle further with Van Noy, his gaze firmly locked on Li Wei and the Chung Family.

Watching in awe, Li Wei snatched the football right from the Chung Family's grasp, Smith jumped up uncontrollably without signaling to his teammates, rushing forward at once.

"Beautiful!"

Smith clenched his fists, but the celebration wasn't over, nor had he had the chance to savor the joy, as he immediately dashed forward the next second.

Kelsey: ??? "What's going on? What's a quarterback doing charging to the front? Besides, isn't this offensive play over?"

Hey, wait!

It wasn't over, amazingly, it wasn't over!

Incredibly, unbelievably, Li Wei once again turned decay into magic, continuing to dash forward after catching a long pass with a thrill.

Whooshing by, the Kansas City Chiefs players in their white away uniforms all ran up.

Not just on the field, but off the field as well.

They fought shoulder to shoulder!

Then—

"Ah, touchdown!"

Smith was the first to raise his hands high in a touchdown gesture, rushing over in utter abandon, the roar surging in his ears.

Touchdown!

It was the Kansas City Chiefs' first score of the entire game, a stealthy strategy, a layout, a breakthrough, launching a counterattack from the brink of a shaky cliff.

The game was not over!

Ah, ah ah ah!

Smith was the first to roar out loud, rarely seen losing his composure like this.

Suddenly, Smith embraced Li Wei, only to be shoved away by him.

Li Wei took a few steps forward, like a lion finally awakening, smashed the football to the ground with a fierce roar erupting from his chest.

"Roar!"

Fierce, ferocious, bursting with killing intent.

Li Wei stood in front of the spectator stands, in front of New England Patriots fans, roaring in anger—

The curses and abuses before the match, he didn't respond, but that didn't mean he was unaware.

Trust him, this was just the beginning.

Right in front, there was dead silence, like rabbits crouching under the paws of a lion, trembling, curling up to hide their existence.

Nobody even dared to look directly at the eyes behind Li Wei's helmet.

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"Wow, I mean—"

"Wow."

It was more than amazement, it was utter astonishment, the mind completely stopped working.

Nantz thought he would raise his arm and shout, would roar with a drawn-out tone, but in reality, there was no sound, his mind just exploded.

Any language paled in comparison in front of this offensive move, hardly worth mentioning.

Romo looked at Nantz's jaw dropping in rare sight, quickly taking over.

"Beautiful!"

"The Kansas City Chiefs has found their voice."

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"From the offensive line's crisscrossing pocket protection, to Smith's premeditated delayed throw, to the Wide Receiver's dazzling running routes holding the defense, ending with Li Wei's strong individual breakthrough."

"Everything, just perfect."

"Even though the New England Patriots' six-man rush was still strong and excellent, the desperate pressing at the front line caused gaps in the secondary defense, which was seized by the opponents for a fatal blow, meaning Belichick faced a choice."

"Continue with the strategy, but risk a crisis in the secondary defense; or, adjust the strategy to relieve the pressure on the front line."

"No matter how you look at it, the Kansas City Chiefs made a powerful statement, signifying that the tide of the match might turn."

"Indeed, the young Kansas City Chiefs were not ready to surrender."

Boom!

A heat wave, fully ignited—

Only at this moment did the game seem to truly begin.

Because the Kansas City Chiefs finally scored, and they did so in a way that Belichick had absolutely not anticipated.

"7:21."

Though the difference in score remained significant, suddenly it seemed not so unattainable.

On the New England Patriots' side.

Belichick, expressionless and unmoved, was not at all panicked.

From the time strategies were developed before the game, the New England Patriots had actually left a gap:

Long passes, deep strikes.

When the defensive group's strength was all pressed at the front, constantly pushing forward, a void in the second line of defense was inevitable.

The key was whether the Kansas City Chiefs had the capability to exploit this breach, and whether they had the courage and audacity to do so.

If the answer was yes, Belichick thought it was only natural for the opposition to score, he saw no need for fuss, nor any reason to disrupt his own formations.

After all, a "21:0" victory and a "21:20" victory were no different.

Belichick remained unmoved, without giving Smith or Li Wei a second glance. He turned around and began setting up the offensive tactics, confident that as long as Brady could keep his footing and continue scoring, the game was in their pocket.

On the Kansas City Chiefs' side.

The Special Duty Group players, one by one, energetically entered the stage, seemingly finally stabilizing their footing, while the Defensive group players lined up to give high fives and celebrate.

With one glance, Li Wei saw Houston, he high-fived the captain of the defense, "You do know today's opponent isn't Tennessee, right?"

That sentence was already enough—

In the previous wildcard game, the Tennessee Titans were also significantly behind in the first half but relied on an astonishingly unbelievable touchdown in the second half to turn the situation around, and they were very close to winning.

But the New England Patriots weren't that young team like the Tennessee Titans; Belichick wouldn't forget himself over one spectacular touchdown, meaning that the Kansas City Chiefs needed to rally every bit of their strength.

The first step was the defensive group; they needed to stop Brady from scoring.

Revis stood behind Houston, his eyes flickering—

Having spent many years in the league, he was renowned and highly skilled, a celebrity in his own right, but his professional career was always drifting, never settling.

Other than being chosen by the New York Jets as a rookie and staying with the team for five years, he had never remained with any team for more than two years.

Much like a mercenary.

One important reason was his mouth, which he could never keep shut, always liking to jeer or make sarcastic remarks, even though he knew it wasn't right but his rationality was always too slow to stop his lips.

In fact, it was the same just now.

Watching the Kansas City Chiefs celebrating their touchdown as if they had completely turned the tide, he subconsciously wanted to throw cold water on their excitement, reminding them not to celebrate too soon, as the second half of the game had just begun.

Revis himself had once spent a season with the New England Patriots and had obtained his only Super Bowl ring there; he knew how cunning and tricky Belichick was, and he wouldn't take anything lightly.

But this time, Revis controlled himself.

Not out of rationality, but because he was just watching the spectacle unfold.

He was just a mid-season substitute, someone the Kansas City Chiefs locker room didn't really consider a teammate, and he likewise didn't see them as partners fighting side by side; it was merely a "you pay, I work" relationship.

He thought it would be good to see these youngsters learn a tough lesson and get polished a bit.

It had its own kind of amusement.

Yet unexpectedly, Li Wei thought the same way, not getting carried away by a single touchdown. After scoring, his focus had already shifted to defense.

Clearly, Li Wei was not content with just one touchdown.

Subconsciously, Revis looked his way.