Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 309 308 Cut Off Breathing

Shock, impact—

In the blink of an eye, Mark barely had time to react, to display his inherent talent in this crisis. Even after slipping twice and losing his balance, he hadn't completely exhausted his strength. Supporting himself with his left hand on the ground, he used the strength of his torso to straighten up, standing up quickly like a roly-poly toy.

It wasn't over!

He refused to let it end!

Taking a lateral step to his own right, Mark intercepted the slot, but before he could step forward, a figure blocked his way like a wall, casting a shadow over him.

Kelsey?

Mark was stunned, completely puzzled as to why Kelsey was there.

Wait, where did Kelsey appear from? Where were the linemen and cornerbacks who were supposed to be opposite him?

Kerry: He can't be stopped, he really can't be stopped.

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But Mark had no time to think it over, Li Wei had already gained space to advance, continued moving along the slot, and had dashed past the scrimmage line in the blink of an eye.

Whooosh, breakthrough.

The Oakland Raiders' defensive group was thrown into disarray, caught off guard just like Mark. Li Wei unexpectedly chose the narrow path inside rather than the wide open space outside, completely overturning the norm.

One, two, three—defensive players were all urgently braking and restarting, the once menacing white wave suddenly thrown into confusion.

The air once again converged to block Li Wei.

And Li Wei?

He turned sideways, tiptoed, slipped quickly through the gap; then bent his knees, lowered his center of gravity, and had already charged forward with his left shoulder.

Planted his feet, exerted his strength—

Rhino charge.

Bang.

Contact, impact.

Li Wei didn't look up, but he could guess—it was probably the lineman.

Despite avoiding the densely defended outer area, there were still defensive players inside, only five yards from the end zone. The density of the defenders was beyond imagination.

Now, there was only one way forward—straight through.

Ah, exerting force.

Ahhhh, full exertion of strength!

Hard! Hit! Hard!

One step! Two steps! Carrying the weight of a thousand pounds! Li Wei, with a human sandbag hanging on him, unleashed all the strength from deep within his Dantian, inch by inch continuing to push forward.

Then—

Hmph.

A white wave of air rushed forward, attempting to stop Li Wei at the end zone line. Li Wei could feel the heavy pressure on his knees nearing the ground, the pull of gravity more clear than ever, his calves beginning to tremble.

Thud.

A force came from behind—it was Kelsey and Fisher, supporting Li Wei's body together, the collision of muscle against muscle, the stacking of force upon force, allowed Li Wei's calves to straighten up again.

Planted his feet, exerted his strength.

Three steps! Four steps!

Peripheral vision caught the rapid intersection of white and red lights converging from all directions, ready to engulf him like a gaping maw.

The opportunity was fleeting—

Li Wei unleashed all the power from deep within his Dantian without reservation.

Ah!

With a push, a collision, he finally took the fifth step— the iron wall in front of him collapsed, the dawn penetrated through the thick, layered clouds spilling down.

In front of him, a vast red wave.

"Touchdown!"

"Touchdown, touchdown. Touchdown! Touch... down..."

The voice, utterly released, each phrase higher and more passionate than the last, cheeks flushed red as if drunk and falling into madness, Zhang Yang roared until he was almost hoarse yet still couldn't control the endlessly erupting passion, eyes wide with shock, mouth agape, heart filled with joy.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, touchdown!"

"Li Wei, yet again Li Wei!"

"Both teams displayed unbelievable intensity in this round of offense and defense, with penalties, conflicts, and stand-offs; the Red Zone had turned into a complete slaughterhouse."

"But."

"But!"

"Li Wei stepped up once again when Hill and Kelsey drew the forces to each side, he incredibly broke through from the slot."

"Absolute power! Absolute dominance!"

"He forcefully tore a gap in the Oakland Raiders' formidable wall, firmly grasping that fleeting glimmer of dawn, and once again stormed into the end zone."

"Wow, he's gone wild! Facing his intra-divisional arch-rival, facing the opponent who decimated his own team in their last encounter, Li Wei was completely enraged, utterly demolishing the defense led by last season's top defensive player, overwhelmingly crushing them!"

"The Oakland Raiders finally managed to muster some resistance on defense—not even having time to counterattack, merely struggling to hold on; but the Kansas City Chiefs gave no chances and snuffed it out directly."

"In the last face-off in Oakland, the Raiders, who pulled off a last-second victory, were completely helpless, totally pinned to the ground and overpowered on both offense and defense, with Lynch and Cooper invisible, and Mark powerless to turn the tide."

"The Kansas City Chiefs, with their unparalleled performance, told the league's skeptics: do not underestimate them, their tumultuous season is not yet over."

"My God!"

"What exactly are we witnessing?"

Ahhhh!

Ahhhh!

Arrowhead Stadium went mad, losing its sense altogether, plunging into a frenzy—

With a past of six consecutive losses and the new and old enmities of a divisional arch-rival, coupled with the high stakes of potentially being edged out of the playoffs hanging over their necks, even the most hardcore, loyal, and blindly optimistic fans hadn't foreseen the course of the game.

Perhaps, they still steadfastly believed that the Kansas City Chiefs could turn the tide and defeat the Oakland Raiders, but they also respected the opponent strategically and treated them seriously, anticipating a tough battle, just like most of this season's games for the Chiefs, where the outcome often could only be determined in the fourth quarter.

However! But, unexpectedly!

"0:24."

Before the first half had even ended, the Kansas City Chiefs were already far ahead, not only shutting out the opponent but also scoring on every offensive drive thus far.

Simply unstoppable!

The Kansas City Chiefs were aiming for more than just a victory, a victory to end their six-game losing streak, a sweet revenge victory, a victory to keep their playoff hopes alive, but also a strong comeback victory—

They remained one of the most competitive teams in the league this season.

In the Old Oak Tavern, Anderson stood quietly in place, his face blank as if he were a fool:

Watching Provos with his arms raised, cheering joyfully as if the Kansas City Chiefs had just won the Super Bowl, watching West awkwardly turn around to wipe his tears, hiding his deep emotions, watching face after face around him, marked by the hardships of unemployment and economic depression, shine with renewed light.

Unconsciously, a warm surge swelled in his chest, a mix of happiness and bitterness slightly swelling, and the corners of his mouth naturally curled upwards.

He just knew, he knew they could keep believing in their home team, he knew they could believe in that bright-eyed, confident young man, that a small spark was enough to keep them persevering through pain and adversity.

Then.

Anderson saw on the television screen, the figure wearing jersey number twenty-three breaking free from the layers of players, taking a step forward to stand in the end zone, looking up at the surging sea of red ahead, left hand holding the football, right hand on his chest, listening intently.

A surge of impulse erupted, and Anderson, uncommonly, shouted out—

"Fly!"

Gradually, gradually, that wave of sound spread from the Old Oak Tavern to Arrowhead Stadium and finally gathered into a swirl over the skies of Kansas City.

The world, a roaring expanse.