Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 1681 - 1680: Stirring Up Storms

The world is silent, not a sound.

Bill Stadium is so quiet, eerily quiet, the cold spreading within the drizzling rain, causing an uncontrollable shiver.

One, then another.

Goosebumps crawled from the soles of the feet to the scalp, an electric shiver, trembling uncontrollably, with fear erupting from the soul.

No support, no attack, the Buffalo Bills fans at home are all in shock, having just witnessed a scene so unbelievable, displaying the beauty of football so vividly that it extinguished all thoughts in their minds, even forgetting they should be attacking.

Stunned.

That graceful and calm white figure made the deep blue sea, soaked in rain and dyed dark, fall into silence, vast yet soundless.

The pitter-patter of the rain became particularly furious, consistently pounding the heart, the piercing cold burrowing deep into the soul, courage completely disappearing.

So... this is the cost of confronting Li Wei, this is the cost of confronting the Kansas City Chiefs?

A humiliation. A crushing defeat.

A comprehensive lesson destroying dignity and pride.

The young and vigorous Buffalo Bills seem to only now truly realize the ability of the Kansas City Chiefs, feeling their smallness and helplessness in front of the giant, even the thought of confronting the giant seems ridiculous, let alone mustering the courage to overthrow them.

Everything, so real, the pain cutting, is no longer just a news report, no longer just a joke or praise in the rumors.

"Three consecutive championships are purely luck."

"An undefeated season doesn’t carry much weight."

"It’s all the league’s manipulation promoting them, nothing but to open the global market."

"A fancy pillow, looks good but useless."

"After reaching the peak, it’s only downhill from here."

"An appearance only, flashy but impractical, they’re not that strong."

The words confidently spoken by those Keyboard Warriors on social networks remain vivid, persistently resonating, the entire league rallying support and cheering for the Buffalo Bills, all signs proving they have the ability to defeat the Kansas City Chiefs, and they are the chosen ones.

Precisely because of this pressure and expectation, the Buffalo Bills surprisingly lost to the Tennessee Titans, their focus already scattered; as a result, seeing the Las Vegas Raiders accomplish the feat first, the Buffalo Bills felt indignant, that should have been their glory.

Fired up, full of confidence, one after another trying to prove themselves.

So eager, so desperate, to the point of forgetting their position, ambitions too high.

Then, they hit a wall head-on—

The bubbles on social networks vanished instantly, as the real-world Kansas City Chiefs revealed their sharp fangs.

The internet misleads! Damn it!

In the drizzle, came a neat sound, are they... calling out Li Wei’s name?

No, they’re not.

"Fly!"

The Kansas Chiefs Offense players gathered in the end zone surrounding Li Wei, raising their arms, blood boiling, shouting together.

One shout, then another, igniting the energy deep within the soul, standing on Bill Stadium’s turf, declaring the three-time defending champions’ relaunch—

"Fly!"

Roar! Roar roar roar!

The momentum was immense, not only the offensive group but also the defensive group, special duty group, coaching staff, and the personnel were all clenching their fists and shouting hoarsely.

Across the time and space separating Buffalo and Kansas City, the turbulent waves collided, stirring an incredible surge of energy.

The rain seemed to be diminishing; in the face of the Kansas City Chiefs who turned the tables, even Buffalo’s weather was conquered, under the sky circled the only sound, filled with passion, fighting spirit soaring, the ferocious bloodlust sweeping across the field, firmly suppressing the home turf.

Stunning. Impactful. The afterglow lingered.

On the eardrums, ripples seemed to resonate, Bill Stadium tried to make some noise, to remind the Kansas City Chiefs not to run wild here; this is Buffalo, a place they can’t do whatever they want; but those sporadic curses and roars lacked confidence, scattered into the drizzling rain, spread across the ground, without any strength.

"21:0."

Josh Allen looked at the scoreboard above the field, full of sadness, completely drained—

The game seemed to have already been declared over prematurely.

At this moment, those Keyboard Warriors on social networks are still endlessly talking, last season during the divisional game the Kansas City Chiefs trailed the Tennessee Titans by a significant score, by the second quarter it was already "0:28", yet the Kansas City Chiefs still figured out a way to turn the game around, why can’t the Buffalo Bills?

"Josh Allen, you can do it!"

"The Buffalo Bills are no longer the strong defense weak offense team people remember, the offensive group is also capable!"

"Rise! Josh Allen!"

Hoarse shouts continued to shout, those haters and trolls least wanted to see the Kansas City Chiefs returning to their path.

The joy of "rebellion victory" lasted only a week, it seemed just reemerging from the darkness, barely hanging up their celebratory banners, yet they had to return to the endless gloom and cold, witnessing the Kansas City Chiefs’ invincible glory once again?

Damn it!

In some ways, these haters and trolls even more eagerly wanted victory than the Buffalo Bills fans, they had no time for shock and errors, one by one they spoke out on social networks, cheering for Josh Allen, hoping the Buffalo Bills could turn the game around.

However, they don’t understand, those Keyboard Warriors may have never once stepped onto a football field, more so never played a game in freezing rain, they don’t comprehend how difficult it is to open up offense in such terrible weather.

Looking at past Buffalo Bills games, scoring three, six, nine in a whole game staying in single digits without a touchdown is not uncommon. Besides the Buffalo Bills’ historical lack of offensive skills, the weather factor is also an indispensable key—

Hard. Harder than ascending to the sky.

Moreover, the Buffalo Bills still need to face the defensive group led by JJ-Watt and Chris Jones.

Has Josh Allen given up the game?

Of course not!

In fact, Josh Allen is still persisting, still struggling, still trying, but in the storm of the defensive group, he can’t find his way.

JJ-Watt and Chris Jones seem to be competing over the air, a cycle of healthy competition, one play Watt breaks through strongly applying pressure, the next play Chris Jones tears open the pocket completing an effective hit, then Watt disrupts the pass continuing to increase defensive pressure.

Advancing and retreating, not giving an inch, both are burning energy and going all out, Josh Allen feels himself being pulled back and forth like a puppet, almost torn apart, dizzy and turbulent, breath footsteps heartbeat mind all in chaos, the suffocated and angry emotions on the brink of explosion—

Pleas, he’s not a tennis ball, can the two big dogs in front stop fighting over him, okay?