Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 1012 - 1011 Young Chaser of the Wind

Brake. Start. Change direction. Switch positions.

In the blink of an eye, the positions of Li Wei and Quincy were completely different.

Like Hardman, Quincy was a rookie, inexperienced, and clearly couldn’t keep up with the rhythm of the veteran opposite him, feeling lost in confusion.

Quincy’s steps slowed slightly, his mind in a whirl, his eyes showing signs of panic, as Li Wei seemed to have vanished from his sight.

A half-beat later, Quincy saw the red number 23 jersey sprinting ahead on his left side.

His heart contracted tightly.

On instinct, Quincy hurriedly pushed off the ground, trying to catch up with Li Wei.

Getting closer.

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As he reached out his left hand, he almost touched it but when he spread his fingers, he grabbed nothing but air, with the red all around being just an illusion in his palm.

Quincy couldn’t believe his eyes as he looked at his hand. When he looked up again, Li Wei was already speeding away, quickly widening the gap.

One step. Two steps. Still accelerating. Getting farther and farther away.

Quincy exerted all his strength to try and catch up, but the gap visibly widened, plunging Quincy into despair.

The wind roared past, howling fiercely.

Hardman noticed.

Ramsey noticed as well.

Li Wei shot out like lightning, not only overtaking instantly but releasing his full speed, covering three yards, five yards in the blink of an eye.

Ramsey: Damn, fooled.

At this moment, Ramsey realized that Hardman was a smoke bomb and Li Wei was the real target.

Instinct made the hair on his body stand on end.

Immediately, Ramsey decisively abandoned Hardman, releasing his full speed, and charged towards Li Wei at a full sprint covering twenty yards.

Hardman: ???

Clearly, in the ever-changing game, Hardman’s observation and judgment were a bit slow.

Li Wei’s breakthrough and Ramsey’s chase happened too fast, and it wasn’t until Quincy got close that Hardman realized what happened—

His over-excitement and enthusiasm disrupted the plan, unable to shake off Ramsey, which severely endangered their strategy to cut deep and support Mahomes. Now, Li Wei had to break through again, shifting all attention onto himself to create opportunities for him.

Damn.

Hardman was very annoyed.

But Hardman wasn’t the type to wallow in self-pity and lament endlessly. His first reaction in his mind was:

Catch up.

No time to hesitate, Hardman sprinted at full speed without a word. Without Ramsey’s entanglement, his talent advantage was finally fully released.

Run, run with all his might, without burden or distraction, just sprinting wholeheartedly, believing he could catch up to the sun.

Thus.

A spectacular scene unfolded at Arrowhead Stadium: a tide of galloping horsepower advancing shoulder to shoulder.

Li Wei. Ramsey. Hardman. Quincy.

Sprinting at full speed!

The football field transformed into the Olympics 100-meter final.

The thirty-five-yard line, Hardman overtook Quincy.

The thirty-yard line.

The twenty-five-yard line, Hardman was closing in on Ramsey.

The twenty-yard line, Hardman and Ramsey were neck and neck, with Li Wei still leading by a body-length at full sprint.

Bodies burning, feet on Wind Fire Wheel, the violent wind and burning flames making the world spin wildly like a centrifuge.

All along, Hardman had absolute confidence in his speed. He believed his only rival within the Kansas City Chiefs was "Cheetah" Hill; moreover, in terms of absolute speed, he reckoned he slightly edged out Hill.

However, now Hardman recalled Hill’s words from the summer training camp:

I no longer have confidence to surpass the rookie. In the first two seasons, no problem; but now... Jesus Christ, he’s a beast.

Football isn’t a 100-meter dash; players aren’t just racing for absolute speed but rather focusing on routes, timing, positioning, and confrontation—a mental game rooted in speed.

Just like Usain Bolt on the football field, his speed is a strength yet doesn’t necessarily translate into an on-field advantage.

Hardman understood the reasoning, but never truly felt Li Wei’s dominance in actual play.

Until now.

Hardman had already pushed his speed to the extreme, despite just experiencing collisions and jostling, somewhat shaky, he indeed held nothing back.

The result—

Hardman could leave behind Quincy, overtake Ramsey, but the gap between him and Li Wei was visibly widening bit by bit.

Hardman could hardly believe his eyes.

Yet, this scene was indeed happening.

In a flash, Hardman had a brainstorm.

Despite the original plan being for Li Wei to cover him, given the change in situation, why couldn’t he cover for Li Wei?

Making a prompt decision, decisive and resolute.

The fifteen-yard line, Hardman made a lateral move to the right, invading Ramsey’s lane, countering him with his own method, pressuring Ramsey.

Ramsey: ...

Li Wei was chasing the wind’s footsteps, speed unreservedly unleashed, leading the pack, giving it his all, as white yard lines turned to waves beneath his feet, surging green seas and red magma roaring within his sprinting figure, the world morphing into a swirling blaze of colors and shadows.

Thirty-five-yard line. Thirty-yard line. Twenty-five-yard line. Twenty-yard line.

Li Wei had been searching for an opportunity, observing others’ positions, attempting to play the role of a magnet to draw defensive attention elsewhere.

It wasn’t just Ramsey.

From a diagonal left in front, Safety Guard Davis ultimately gave up on Hill, before Mahomes made the pass, focusing on Li Wei.

He was approaching.

Li Wei thought he should draw Davis and Ramsey away to create a chance for Hardman.

However, Li Wei didn’t have time to act, as Hardman already engaged Ramsey, instead opening the path for Li Wei—

The coordination was still not seamless.

But it didn’t matter, in the ever-changing game, Li Wei quickly altered his strategy, launching into a sprint, cutting through the fifteen-yard line, breaking through the ten-yard line.

Ramsey and Hardman were left three paces behind, and in front was a one-on-one with Davis.

Davis:... Damn.

As Davis realized he was one-on-one with Li Wei, this was his only thought.

And it was in this fleeting moment, Li Wei started, while Davis was a beat slow, instinctively attempting to follow Li Wei as he leapt near the five-yard line.

Li Wei jumped.

Like a high jumper, using the inertia and speed from his run, changing direction, leaping along the vertical axis, soaring to escape gravity.

The reason was simple: Mahomes’ pass arc was slightly off, as Mahomes seemed a bit too excited, causing a deviation between Li Wei and the ball’s landing point; he needed to intercept early, or this would result in an incomplete pass.

Thus, he jumped, without hesitation.

Davis prepared for a full tackle, only to find his target’s position constantly shifting, from chest to waist to thigh.

Lifting his head, Davis saw only a silhouette, number 23, red, like a shadow entirely covering above him.

Arms extended wide, meeting the red-brown rainbow in the golden flood of light—

Catch the stars!

Time froze at this moment.

Davis lunged forward, trying to grab the legs in front, but was utterly baffled when the opponent slipped out like a dolphin, continuing to fly, extending to the utmost, diving through Davis’s encircling arms, elegantly and lightly crossing the end zone line, breaking free of all restraint.

The instant, fixed as eternity.