Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 678 - : 677 Clown Juggling

Chapter 678: 677 Clown Juggling

Gamble!

Without a doubt, it was still a gamble.

The Baltimore Ravens kept applying pressure throughout the game with their rush and pass defense, forcing Mahomes to abandon his habitual medium and long passing game and get mired in a quagmire of short passes. As a result, the Kansas City Chiefs never found their comfortable rhythm.

But at the crucial moment that really decided the outcome, it was the Chiefs who seized on the situation created by the Ravens’ persistent rush, using speed as their starting point to disrupt the opponent’s rhythm and create chaos.

Clearly, both teams were trying to control the pace, and this time, Mahomes showcased his strengths—remaining cool in the face of danger with a big heart and meticulous mind. His feigned yet genuine passing moves and his composed demeanor in the face of unexpected changes turned the situation around. In the blink of an eye, there was not a single flaw revealed, his actions flowing smoothly like a puppet master controlling the opposing defensive group—

Including Urban. Including Saggs. Including Humphrey.

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No exceptions.

With a pause and a turn, Mahomes looked toward Kelsey and raised his hand to pass the ball, even Mosley, who had been focusing on Li Wei, faltered in his footsteps.

Because Mosley knew how difficult Kelsey could be to handle, and if Mahomes connected with Kelsey, just relying on Humphrey alone would not be enough to stop him. He had to drop back for support.

It was during this brief hesitation in Mosley’s steps that he saw Mahomes pass the ball.

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This time, it was real.

Mosley clearly saw the football leave Mahomes’s control, absolutely sure of it; but then, Mosley started to doubt life itself.

Where was the football?

In the air, there was no parabolic trajectory of a flying football.

Mosley was dumbfounded. Could it be that the football was like a yo-yo that could be thrown out and retracted at will? What kind of magic trick was this?

At that moment, Mosley caught a glimpse of a reddish-brown trajectory out of the corner of his eye—

There it was.

The angle between Mahomes and Kelsey should have been around thirty degrees, but Mahomes’ pass arc widened slightly, about forty-five to fifty degrees, with the football flying diagonally toward the sideline ahead.

Just five yards.

The target of the pass was…

Mosley’s breath cut short, and he couldn’t help but curse aloud:

Damn.

Li Wei, that damned Li Wei.

In the milliseconds that Mosley’s footwork paused, Li Wei’s lateral movements had already sent him sprinting along a diagonal path.

Gap!

A complete and utter gap, with no one within five yards of Li Wei.

Agile and quick, he dashed forward along the diagonal, sidestepping, and like plucking stars from the sky, Li Wei effortlessly caught the fast-spinning football—

Fast, level, and straight.

Mahomes’s pass was like a bullet, precise and sharp, but Li Wei’s handling gradually showed the professionalism of a wide receiver, his hands poised and waiting for the football to drill between his palms, tightening, controlling, turning, his footsteps without pause or hesitation, and then he was already dashing forward.

A quick glance with the corner of his eye, and he could see a black storm frantically stopping and turning to launch itself at him with teeth gritted in a desperate leap—

Mosley.

His face was fierce, eyes filled with menace, and killing intent emanating all around like a propeller spinning at high speed, throwing off his center of gravity and charging with all the force of inertia.

The scent of blood instantly stung Li Wei’s cheeks.

Mosley adjusted his position slightly earlier, relying on experience to block the path—

If Li Wei continued forward, the two would meet precisely at the crossroad; if Li Wei stopped, Saggs and Urban from the diagonal rear were doing their utmost to encircle him.

In that lightning-fast moment, Mosley demonstrated the pedigree of years of dominance on the field, exquisitely and accurately forming a triangle to encircle Li Wei.

Mosley’s eyes flashed with a taunting light, seemingly laughing at Li Wei’s insignificance and helplessness:

“How does it feel, are you scared? It’s normal. An ordinary person would be stunned by such a hit, and it’s not strange for you to start fearing collision and injury. For a pillow fluffed with nothing but praise like you to expose your true nature is all too typical.”

Scared, huh?

That’s right, because Mosley was not going to pull his punches. If he hit once, there would be a second time.

If given another chance, he would still aim and strike without hesitation, properly teaching the Super Bowl MVP here a lesson. After all, he treated all opponents in the league the same way. Why should this rookie be treated as something more precious, more fragile—requiring to be handled with care?

Ferocious, brutal, seething with killing intent, and merciless.

Mosley exploded with unbelievable energy, charging straight ahead, and once again, he aimed for Li Wei’s knees.

So, what was Li Wei to do?

Meet him head-on, flip Mosley over, and retaliate for that violent hit?

No, of course not.

Li Wei was mature and composed; he wasn’t going to forget his real mission just because of Mosley.

If Mosley thought his crude provocation could stir even the slightest ripple in Li Wei’s heart, then Mosley was the real clown, blundering without being aware of the joke he had become.

Speed and strength, fully unleashed, Li Wei was accelerating, and so was Mosley, appearing set to collide at the crossroads.

Closer!

Even closer!

Within an arm’s reach!

The energy contained in Mosley’s muscles burst forth instantly, “Ah!”

Eruption.

However, the expected collision did not occur.

Mosley lunged at thin air, his entire strength slamming into nothing, not even emitting a sound. What… what happened?

Mosley was stunned, and from the corner of his eye, he saw that flash of red flame leap up. Instinctively turning his head towards the sky, he stood dumbstruck, watching as Li Wei hurdled over, his light-as-a-swallow motion soaring past Mosley’s head effortlessly sidestepping Mosley’s all-in effort.

Graceful and elegant, like a departing sage untouched by a speck of dust.

Looking at Li Wei and then at himself, Mosley felt like he had swallowed a hundred flies—his stomach in upheaval, disgustingly nauseous.

Feelings of humiliation, anger, frustration, and suffocation rose within him.

But even before these feelings had time to swell, they were immediately devoured by the wave of green energy at hand, engulfing Mosley with the momentum of a landslide, rolling him outwards like a windmill toy, leaving a trail on the ground.

Like a snail.

As the world swirled around him, Mosley could only see jersey number twenty-three fading into the distance: Damn it.

For Li Wei, that obstacle was hardly worth mentioning—

Sprint, build-up, leap, and hurdle.

Done in one fluid motion.

Upon landing, there was no need to bend his knees to lower his center of gravity; like a 110m hurdles world-class athlete, he switched smoothly and continued at high speed. His forward motion wasn’t hindered by any obstacles or resistance. Even amid the bumps and jumps, his speed was still increasing.

The triangular encirclement had opened a gap straight ahead.

And so.

Li Wei broke through the encirclement.

Five yards, as easy as taking something out of a bag, shifting successfully to Third Gear in three yards, but clearly, Li Wei had no intention of stopping his steps.

On the diagonal front, Cornerback Humphrey’s figure was approaching at full speed.