Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 879 - 878 All the Way

Chapter 879: 878 All the Way

Corey Littleton, 6.2 feet (191 cm), 225 pounds (102 kg).

Lean and wiry, almost to the point of being skinny, this was exactly why he was overlooked by every team during the 2016 draft —

Lack of strength.

After all, in his rookie year, he was even lighter.

Over the past three seasons, Littleton has not deliberately bulked up but instead worked on building muscle mass. His sinewy build makes him look even skinnier, almost like a bamboo pole.

As an inside linebacker, Littleton’s primary job is to confront running backs. With a frame and strength like his, skepticism about his capability is perfectly normal.

However, this season, Littleton has fully capitalized on his strengths, turning his weaknesses into his assets. Relying on speed and agility, he has become a critical player in both run defense and short-pass coverage. Add to that his long arms and legs, and he’s managed an impressive seven pass deflections this season.

The Pro Bowl isn’t just about being a talking point.

Still, to professionals in the league, there are better linebackers out there. Littleton remains off the radar; his All-American Second Team selection came under the Special Duty Group designation.

A linebacker, categorized as Special Duty Group.

Littleton still has something to prove.

And now, the opportunity stood before him.

“Successfully defending the regular season MVP on the Super Bowl stage and becoming the turning point for the team’s comeback” — what could be a better chance to prove himself than this?

Littleton felt a spark of excitement.

Speed, agility, and direction changes — Li Wei’s strengths perfectly mirrored Littleton’s own. He wasn’t daunted at all, fully convinced he could go head-to-head against Li Wei.

And even if it didn’t work out, it didn’t matter. He just needed to tie Li Wei up long enough for the other defenders to back him up. The outcome would be the same —

He’d still be the MVP on defense.

Small steps, staying light on his feet, maintaining full concentration.

Littleton knew exactly what Li Wei was likely to do. He understood Li Wei as if they were mirror images, and so he was already prepared.

In fact, he often imitated Li Wei’s running style during team simulations to help his teammates prepare for similar opponents.

He believed Li Wei had never encountered a rival this much like himself.

Focusing all his attention on Li Wei’s every move, not missing a single detail, he knew that direction changes and bursts of speed often happened in a fleeting instant.

But Littleton didn’t settle for passive defense; he went on the offensive.

That’s what set Littleton apart from other linebackers — at least when facing Li Wei. Littleton knew he couldn’t let Li Wei make the first move. He had to strike first and disrupt Li Wei’s rhythm.

A feint to the left, then quickly pulling his balance back, his sharp gaze locked onto Li Wei. Arms outstretched, he blocked Li Wei’s forward path, intentionally leaving a small gap on the left side to bait Li Wei into making a miscalculation.

Then, he waited for the payoff —

But just then, Li Wei extended his left hand, quietly, slowly, yet decisively, reaching for Littleton’s left shoulder. Like a ghost, it moved without force or momentum, softly landing.

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A sudden outburst of power.

Straight Arm Block!

Littleton barely had time to catch his breath. The smile still lingered at the corner of his mouth before, in the next second, his entire world flipped upside down.

Littleton: ???

This was it?

Softer than papier-mâché.

“Straight Arm Block!”

“Li Wei! Unbelievable Li Wei! Unstoppable Li Wei! Beast Mode Li Wei!”

“First, a sudden stop smoothly evaded Su, and now a Straight Arm Block has knocked Littleton to the ground. Amidst chaos and upheaval, Li Wei’s performance once again proves his brilliance.”

“Against Li Wei, Littleton looks like a paper-thin man, defenseless and completely overpowered. He’s utterly flattened. Li Wei is unstoppable!”

“Incredible!”

“Who could believe that this is the same Li Wei who wobbled after a direct collision with Donald? A quick turn and rapid adjustment turned the impossible into the miraculous, single-handedly pushing the Los Angeles Rams into the abyss once more.”

“Five yards!”

“Ten yards!”

“First down secured!”

“And now, the Red Zone is just ahead!”

“My God! Cornerbacks Peters and Talib are in pursuit. Safeties Johnson and Joelle are closing in. But they’re up against Li Wei!”

“The Edgerunner, lethal in a single strike!”

“Li Wei! Li Wei is sprinting! With absolute speed, he leaves Peters in the dust. Peters has completely lost his balance. Li Wei has entered the Red Zone!”

Calm, steady, ruthless.

Like an assassin.

After flattening Littleton with a Straight Arm Block, Li Wei unleashed his full speed without reservation. The Edgerunner was once again shining on the Super Bowl stage!

Past one defender!

One was still running alongside him, while another crouched ahead to the left, knees bent, shoulders lowered in anticipation.

But Li Wei didn’t bother. He ran faster and faster, transforming into a whirlwind.

Fifteen-yard line, a mad dash forward.

Ten-yard line, an all-out sprint!

Despite two blur-blue figures on his left relentlessly pursuing and refusing to give up, they couldn’t find an opening to dive or tackle amidst Li Wei’s high-speed charge.

Three men, deadlock in motion, charging forward together as the stalemate continued.

In the blink of an eye, Li Wei cut through the Red Zone like a knife through butter, racing head-on for the End Zone.

But then, on the right diagonal ahead, stood the final line of defense before the End Zone:

Safety John Johnson.

A third-round, 91st overall pick in 2017, Johnson was in the same rookie class as Li Wei.

Height, weight, build — Johnson matched Li Wei almost identically. So he was fearless, standing resolutely in Li Wei’s path, ready to use his body to stop Li Wei in his tracks.

If Li Wei wanted the End Zone, he’d have to roll right over Johnson’s corpse.

Five-yard line — in the blink of an eye, no time to think, Li Wei collided head-on with Johnson.

No evasive maneuvers, no Straight Arm Block, no slowing down to adjust — just a full-speed collision.

Unstoppable, ferocious. Li Wei’s cold gaze held no emotion, as if Johnson was nothing more than a meaningless paper wall. Instead of slowing down, he sped up even more.

Planting his foot, powering through.

Planting again, accelerating further.

In an instant, Li Wei unleashed an unstoppable force of sheer dominance, overwhelming Johnson and grabbing his very soul.

Johnson shuddered. It felt… moist. A primal survival instinct kicked in, and he reflexively tried to spin away, like a rabbit spotted by a cheetah on the African plains.

Fleeing wasn’t shameful — dignity is precious, but life is priceless.

But before Johnson could retreat, the impact came faster than anticipated, slamming into him head-on.

Johnson: Ugh.

A muffled grunt escaped as Johnson felt like a ten-ton truck had slammed into him and rolled over. Before he could take a breath, his body was airborne. The world around him exploded in vibrant colors, erupting like a volcanic blast.

Amidst the vivid chaos, a flash of white wind swept gracefully across.

Crossing the End Zone Line, Li Wei didn’t stop but barreled through the entire End Zone with unstoppable momentum before crashing into the stadium’s sideline barrier, his hurricane-like momentum carrying him into the spectator stands. His inexhaustible energy electrified the Mercedes-Benz Dome.

Ah!

A roar.

Ahhhh!

An eruption.

Ahhhh!

Goosebumps. Shivers. It was like electricity racing from one’s toes to the crown of their head, blasting through the entire body and releasing every suppressed emotion in the depths of their soul.

Ahhhh!

The Mercedes-Benz Dome became a blazing firestorm of seething chaos.