Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 281 - 280 Game-Winning Touchdown

Bang!

A solid and hefty force, charged with speed and momentum, slammed into Li Wei as if he had been hit head-on by a bullet train.

Clearly, Watt had come prepared, taking advantage of the fact that the back of Li Wei’s head was blind. In an instant, Watt accelerated, stepping forward and completing the tackle with pinpoint accuracy.

But Li Wei was prepared as well.

The first step was to absorb most of the impact with his back.

The second step was to not be passively hit; instead, he actively moved forward to maintain the momentum heading toward the end zone.

The third step was pushing off the ground.

His calves pushed off the ground with force, force, force, unleashing all the power from deep within his dantian. He not only blocked and repelled Watt’s charging force but also continued to add to his own.

Ahh, ahh, ahhh!

This was the true magic of Reed’s tactics.

He knew the chance for a Wanfu Mary was slim. First, the starting position of the Chieftain’s offense was too poor, too far from the end zone; second, Smith’s long pass really wasn’t strong enough; third, in this game, the Kansas City Chiefs’ receiving group was completely restrained by the opponents, making it even more difficult to unveil the tactics now.

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So.

Reed used Hunter as a decoy, fully utilizing Li Wei’s personal breakthrough ability to strategize, hoping to find a glimmer of hope from a desperate situation.

Reed didn’t expect Watt to stumble upon and see through the tactics, but he anticipated that Li Wei’s ability to adapt on the spot could turn the tide of the battle once again.

The whole field fell deathly silent—

including Brown and Bell, including Lawson and Bart, including the fans at the Old Oak Tavern, and even those whose hearts had stopped beating.

Eight seconds.

Hit, first with the head then the body.

Continuous collisions, continuous exertion of strength; Li Wei, like a bullfighting beast, pushed against Watt with the horns, his dantian energy burning fiercely.

Push off the ground. Exert strength.

Push off! Exert strength!

And then—

Boom.

His shoulder lightened, and Watt, like prey bumped by a bull’s horns, was thrown up into the air, and the 252-pound (114 kg) strongman flew away like a feather.

Ahh, ahhh!

All of Li Wei’s strength was released, and as the force from the head-on collision eased, his knees buckled, and he almost fell forward. Instinctively bracing with his left hand on the ground, he pushed and strived to straighten his knees, continuing the forward charge, stumbling.

He approached the opponent’s half of the field at the thirty-yard line, with the field goal range almost within reach, but—

No, it wasn’t over, the advance had not ended.

Arrowhead Stadium erupted, indescribable excitement and euphoria burst forth.

"Fly!"

No longer able to contain themselves, one by one, the fans rose from their seats, eyes fixed on that figure, shouting themselves hoarse.

One shout, then another.

And it wasn’t just the fans, was it? In the broadcast booth, Pash had also lost control, providing commentary while slowly standing up, his heart about to explode.

Bart could hardly believe his eyes, his smile frozen at the corners of his mouth, his face so pale it drained of all color.

Lawson glanced inadvertently and was shocked by Bart’s state.

But Bart had no time to pay attention to Lawson, his heart was bleeding, bleeding profusely. The only thought in his mind now was:

No way? No way! No way!!!

Stop him, hurry, someone stop him, anyone, just anybody! Damn God, stop that guy right here, right now.

Five yards, ten yards, Li Wei’s steps turned into a blur, finding his speed once again after a brief stagger, as if one could clearly see him chasing the absolute speed of time to the point where the flowing river of time itself seemed to halt, with only the deafening cheers echoing in his ears.

"Fly!"

The twenty-five-yard line.

"Fly!"

The twenty-yard line.

Finally, a player from the Pittsburgh Steelers appeared—

Mitchell.

All the other players were tangled up, shoving and stumbling as they were dragged by the offensive group towards the middle, preparing to form the last line of defense at the end zone line. Only Mitchell was the exception.

The ferocious Mitchell charged at Li Wei with a savage and bloody determination, full speed ahead.

Bart’s heart started beating again; the Pittsburgh Steelers still had the advantage. If Mitchell could stop Li Wei, if the defensive group could cause a fumble, then the Pittsburgh Steelers could still clinch the game. He watched Mitchell intently, his hands involuntarily clenching into fists.

Mitchell stood firm, adopting the unyielding stance of a lone warrior blocking the path of thousands, his gaze locked on Li Wei, eyes wide open, guarding against Li Wei’s potential change of direction.

As expected—

First to the left, then to the right, two quick feints, but Mitchell kept up.

The third time, again to the left.

Mitchell was ready to continue the chase, not realizing Li Wei was already upon him.

Straight Arm Block!

Li Wei had no intention of dodging; from the start, he aimed straight for Mitchell, planning a frontal breakthrough. Li Wei knew Mitchell’s rough style of play, and avoiding him would only give Mitchell room to maneuver. He needed to break through head-on, using his center of mass to disrupt Mitchell’s footing. Then his left hand landed on Mitchell’s right shoulder.

Collision, exertion.

Inertia, weight, and speed combined their forces and surged toward Mitchell.

With one hand, in an instant, Mitchell was flipped over.

Mitchell had no time to fight back, only recognizing Li Wei’s left hand before he was upended the next second, like a pitiful ragdoll.

His breath cut off, Mitchell’s world was fragmenting around him.

Bart: Shit!

Then, Li Wei had already shaken off the weight and cut into the twenty-yard line.

Ahead, layer upon layer, impenetrable, it seemed all the players were gathered in the end zone; all one could see was red flames and white streams intertwining.

Here it comes!

Safety Davis and cornerback Hayden had already shaken off the red shadows, seizing the opportunity when Li Wei hadn’t fully stabilized his center of gravity. They pounced like hungry tigers, their faces in the helmets contorting fiercely.

Overwhelming, raining down from all directions.

Li Wei appeared as a David from the "Bible," small and frail, standing before the giants.

However, Li Wei refused to surrender.

Then Li Wei misstepped, not continuing his straight-line breakthrough, but instead heading towards his own sideline to the right—

Hilton: Edgerunner!

A thought crossed his mind; Hilton didn’t even have time to curse before he charged out.

The white figure collided horizontally.

The red figure broke through vertically.

This time, Li Wei finally ran out of steam. Unable to maintain his momentum after consecutive exertions, his center of gravity off-balance, he couldn’t accelerate, and Hilton, amidst the panic and turmoil, managed to grab hold of Li Wei.

Bart: Hope! That’s it, yes, just like that, stop him! Fumble, cause a fumble!

At the same time, Davis and Hayden also closed in with light steps, ready to trap Li Wei at the one-yard line just in front of the end zone.

Kelsey was sprinting.

Hunter was dashing.

Hill was closing in.

All the offensive group players of the Kansas City Chiefs charged over, attempting to help. The struggle at the one-yard line was still undecided.

But it was too late; the confrontation and collisions occurred in an instant.

Then, within view—

Li Wei began to spin.

Indeed, Li Wei was caught, but his feet still didn’t give up pushing against the ground, using Hilton as a pole to execute a 180-degree clockwise spin.

Hilton clung to Li Wei but couldn’t control his center of mass, resulting in his body spinning along with Li Wei, the powerful centrifugal force causing jolts and bumps.

Push.

Spin.

Throw.

The remaining energy from deep within the Dantian burned without restraint.

In the end, Li Wei threw Hilton off, lunging forward with a step into the end zone—

Touchdown.

The game clock stopped: 00:01.