Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 819 - Instincts Collide Amid Arrowhead Chaos
Chapter 819: Instincts Collide Amid Arrowhead Chaos
Chapter 819: Instincts Collide Amid Arrowhead Chaos
Push off, initiate, step forward.
Instinctively, fluidly, Van Noy reacted without any hesitation, stepping forward for pressure while still maintaining balance and mobility.
Five-man rush, not seven.
The reason is simple. The Kansas City Chiefs should already be prepared for such a blitz; it’s no longer unexpected, and the rushing pressure might become less effective. In response, the Chiefs are likely to explore entirely new offensive routes.
So, regardless of the Chiefs’ offensive strategy, the New England Patriots must stay ready. With a five-man rush, the two linemen must adapt tactically, ensuring the “Chiefs Special” does not happen again.
As Van Noy stepped forward, he caught a glimpse of a figure:
Li Wei.
That damn number twenty-three.
Van Noy never overlooked twenty-three’s presence, always keeping vigilant. More importantly, he noticed Li Wei’s movements.
Li Wei. Kelsey.
A crossover switch—Li Wei moved forward while Kelsey retreated.
What’s going on? Is Kelsey preparing for a ground-forward drive?
The team hasn’t forgotten how the Chiefs used an all-running-back approach at the start of the second half to completely disrupt the Patriots’ defensive rhythm and launch a counterattack.
Now, are they repeating the tactic?
In a flash, Van Noy’s steps hesitated for just a second.
But he didn’t stop; he immediately turned and chased after Li Wei at full speed.
The reason?
No reason, pure instinct.
Van Noy observed how Li Wei’s steps drove forward without pause—
Clearly, this wasn’t just a protective block for Kelsey.
Could it be another decoy tactic to divert attention, like before?
Van Noy couldn’t deny the possibility, but at this moment, his focus was entirely on Li Wei. In that fleeting moment, he chose to trust his instincts.
Push off, drive forward, expend effort.
From the beginning, Van Noy withheld nothing, learning from the earlier mistake and unleashing his full speed, chasing at maximum effort.
However, it wasn’t enough—it still wasn’t enough.
Van Noy’s brief hesitation due to Kelsey cost him the advantage, leaving him increasingly strained against Li Wei.
Van Noy adjusted his position, cutting horizontally to cling closely to Li Wei’s forward charge. But this time, over a mere five yards, it already felt like he couldn’t keep up, watching as Li Wei was about to break free with ease.
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Big trouble.
Damn it. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
Van Noy was pushing his speed to the limit, but his feet couldn’t keep pace with his brain. His body began to wobble as he tried to disrupt Li Wei’s balance through physical collision, only to end up swaying dizzily himself.
Damn it!
It was utterly humiliating—not only was his speed crushed, but his strength was clearly no match. Standing in front of Li Wei felt shameful beyond measure.
Disgrace!
The nightmare of being outrun fifteen seconds ago resurfaced to haunt him, tightening Van Noy’s chest to the point he could barely breathe.
With the Patriots’ forty-yard line now in sight, Van Noy knew there wouldn’t be another opportunity if he didn’t act immediately.
He decided swiftly.
Van Noy reached out and grabbed Li Wei’s jersey, subtly pulling at it twice—it had no effect, as if scratching through a shoe sole. Li Wei didn’t even seem to notice.
Resolutely, Van Noy gritted his teeth and boldly yanked Li Wei’s jersey, now clearly entering wrestling mode.
“Foul!”
“God, Van Noy, foul!”
“Such a blatant foul, and yet no penalty flag! What are the referees doing? It’s déjà vu from the closing moments of the last National Conference final in regulation!”
“Unbelievable—foul! Foul!”
Romo slammed the desk, his face full of shock, anger almost erupting from his chest.
Nantz initially wanted to calm Romo, urging objectivity and composure, but witnessing Van Noy’s brazen and shameless foul still going unflagged, he also froze—
Where’s the promised home-field call? Where’s the League’s supposed favoritism for Li Wei?
Arrowhead Stadium went into uproar, unable to believe their eyes.
Boos erupted everywhere.
Jenna didn’t understand what was happening. She didn’t know about fouls; even the basic rules were still unclear. But her attention wasn’t focused there:
Li Wei!
Li Wei didn’t give up.
Whether there was a penalty flag or not, Li Wei didn’t give up, didn’t concede easily—he kept running, battling Van Noy’s shameless tactics with speed and strength—
He refused to compromise.
Collision, tugging, driving, sprinting.
Li Wei displayed incredible determination amid the chaos and impact. But before he could break free, Jason McCourty arrived and formed a double-team.
This scene felt eerily familiar.
However, this time, Mahomes passed the ball.
…
Retreat. Move. Observe. Wait.
Mahomes stayed patient, focusing entirely on reading the entire field while the Patriots’ rushed pressure created chaos around him.
Li Wei?
No—Li Wei remained a decoy. His and Kelsey’s crossover switch was purely a smoke bomb. The real passing targets were Hill or Watkins—
Adapt on the fly.
Hill sprinted directly toward the end zone, aiming for the touchdown without hesitation, while the Patriots’ cornerback stuck close to Hill, and the safety seemed to notice something too, quickly moving in to tighten the safety net.
Just as Mahomes looked for Watkins, a bolt of lightning suddenly approached from close range.
Danger!
Mahomes took a step back as Kelsey collided sideways to create a block.
Perfect coordination.
Mahomes gained breathing room and was about to adjust his stance when another flash of lightning appeared in the corner of his left eye.
Blindside.
Mahomes: ???
Before he could react, Hightower had already tackled him from behind, tightly locking both arms like the romantic pottery scene in “Ghost.” Unlike the movie, Mahomes was not amused.
Ugh.
With a grunt, Mahomes’ knees buckled, almost collapsing to the ground. However, at the critical moment, he gritted his teeth, repeatedly pushed off, and astonishingly broke free from Hightower’s tackle, once again charging horizontally.
Trouble!
The force exerted to break free was so immense that his calves struggled to support him. His knees trembled, his ankles wobbled, as if walking a tightrope on a high wire.
Danger! Danger!
Every cell in Mahomes’ body screamed warnings, but he had no time to worry. Using his left hand to stabilize himself on the ground, he regained his balance and staggered forward, scanning the field rapidly.
But his unsteady stance had lowered him below the horizontal plane, making it hard to survey the space clearly.
Where’s Hill? Where’s Watkins?
Wait—Li Wei!
Mahomes spotted the one-on-one skirmish involving Li Wei and nearby Jason McCourty, who was watching intently. Li Wei was clearly not in the best position for a catch—should Mahomes find someone else?
Meanwhile, Hightower and Roberts, who had gotten past Kelsey, were closing in again.
On the brink!
No time to hesitate.
Push off. Rotate. Swing. Power through.
With his unsteady lower body providing almost no effective support, Mahomes relied entirely on his upper body strength to forcefully release the football, which traced a trajectory—
It launched into the air.
The next moment, Hightower viciously tackled Mahomes to the ground like a beast.
Yet, Mahomes kept his gaze firmly locked on the ascending arc of the football.
Flying, still flying.
