Dominate the Super Bowl

Tension, deadlock, heat—

Slowly but surely rising and intensifying to the point where the entire stadium fell silent.

Swift had never seen a stadium like this.

In stereotypical impressions, even those who are not interested would occasionally see photos or videos of the stadium filled with noise and excitement. So being truly immersed in it, feeling the roaring heat waves being not uncommon, easily relaxing into becoming one of them.

Here, however, it felt unfamiliar.

Ninty thousand people in the stadium, bustling around in a dense crowd, yet in the taut and intense atmosphere, there was no sound, as if they temporarily forgot to breathe.

Holding their breath and staring intently.

Only now did they truly feel that sometimes silence carries more power than clamor. The hearts of all the audience at Wembley beat in unison amidst the chaos, energy coalescing.

Not a sound, even the air seemed to be watching.

However, Mahomes calmed down instead.

Or rather, it wasn't so much calm as it was lacking the time to be nervous.

Everything connected swiftly, testing their usual training level and the degree of tacit understanding among players. There was no time to think, naturally no time for anxiety or fear, no time for hesitation or unease.

Fully focused and wholeheartedly devoted.

This allowed Mahomes to find his familiar rhythm.

Despite the scorching breath and seemingly a fire burning fiercely in his chest, Mahomes announced the snap without hesitation or delay.

"Attack!"

The voice pierced through the clouds, exploding in the dead silence over Wembley.

Boom! Boom boom boom!

As expected, the Los Angeles Lightning Defense Group had no time to communicate or think, acting almost out of instinct, continually applying pressure on the frontcourt.

With a sense of desperate determination and decisiveness.

So, what about the Kansas City Chiefs?

Shotgun Formation, five arrowheads, Hill and Watkins on the left, Kelsey and Hardman on the right, with Li Wei standing inside the slot position.

With Mahomes' snap command, all five of them began charging forward.

No hesitation, no delay, without exception, they sprinted forward with their heads down.

Only one anomaly: Li Wei.

Li Wei didn't charge forward in a straight line, but quickly approached the entangled position of both front lines, coming face to face with the unstoppable Bosa.

Bosa, Super Saiyan, burning the microcosm, unleashing an incredible amount of energy, instantly stepping forward, and instantly passing defenders, breaking into the pocket in one go.

The whole movement was smooth and seamless, even the other Los Angeles Lightning players couldn't keep up with Bosa's energy intensity as Bosa completed the breakthrough.

Then, Li Wei came.

Lowering his shoulder, bending his knee, and turning sideways, Li Wei maintained the standard posture of an offensive tackle.

Bosa didn't have time to think; he didn't care why Li Wei wasn't running vertically to be the fifth receiving point, nor did he care if Li Wei was playing the sixth offensive lineman role. He had no time to consider what other possibilities Li Wei's movements concealed, because he knew that's what Li Wei excelled at—

Once he started pondering Li Wei's intent, regardless of whether he was correct or not, he would fall into Li Wei's rhythm.

He had to unfold according to his own rhythm, firmly grasping his opportunity.

Now Bosa had only one thought:

Sack Mahomes. Whoever stands in my way, dies.

Precisely because of an unperturbed mind, Bosa's reaction speed and start time were the fastest, 100% focus and dedication, unstoppable.

Li Wei came the same way.

Pushing off, stepping up, charging forward.

Bosa took up the charge posture, grounding his qi in the Dantian, the power of continuous pushing off clearly erupted, charging grandly towards Li Wei.

Getting closer.

Even closer!

When about to collide, what was completely unexpected was that Li Wei spun counterclockwise 360 degrees beside Bosa's body, avoiding the impact—

Marseille Turn!

Bosa: ???

What is this?

If it were someone else, Bosa might think that the opponent was timidly backing down.

But Li Wei?

Impossible.

The only explanation was that Li Wei's original intention was not to be the sixth man on the offensive line; it was just a smoke bomb. But the real purpose hidden by the smoke bomb remained unknown.

Moreover, there was no time for careful consideration.

One thought filled Bosa's mind: Damn.

Because Li Wei dodged aside, Bosa's powerful strike landed directly in the void, stumbling forward helplessly, his body losing control.

The next second, in the corner of Bosa's vision, Mahomes' calm footsteps quickly retreated, opening up the distance and starting to read the defense, looking for passing targets.

A sense of foreboding firmly seized Bosa's heart.

Since Li Wei had already left, no matter what Kansas City Chiefs' strategy was, sacking Mahomes would allow cutting off from the source.

Staggeringly, Bosa held his breath, incredibly controlling his body, frantically slipping and swaying towards Mahomes.

Mahomes was highly focused. Just after shaking off Bosa's entanglement, when he moved laterally to the left, he saw the figure of another defensive end, Ingram. With a ferocious expression, relentlessly breaking loose from the offensive line confrontation, waving his arms like an octopus, rushing down.

Wolves in front, tigers behind.

The Los Angeles Lightning Defense Line was gambling everything, an explosion of layered pressure.

But Mahomes didn't panic.

They had predicted this scene long ago, precisely because they predicted it, which was why Li Wei had the dismantling move, to briefly alleviate the crisis and gain some breathing space for him.

For Mahomes, that little breathing space was already sufficient.

With a push of his left leg, he made an emergency brake, keeping the distance before Ingram approached. Just when his steps halted, a storm blew from behind, violently rushing forward, the muscles of his back instantly tightening.

Shifting his focus, pushing off and spinning, a counterclockwise rotation to dodge the position, amidst the world spinning, Mahomes' and Bosa's gazes briefly intertwined.

Bosa threw himself headlong, unable to collide with Mahomes in the first instance, but still relentlessly followed with his upper body, latching onto Mahomes' shoulder, exerting all his weight and strength, and fiercely pulling downward—

Ugh ah!

Yet, just when he started to exert force, the pulled down momentum unexpectedly found itself in emptiness. Bosa hastily clung onto Mahomes' jersey, refusing to let go, at this point disregarding the yellow flag, entangling desperately.

Mahomes had just one thought in his mind:

Shake free.

Push off, push off, push off, continuously exerting his steps to capture the balance amidst the impact and pressure, struggling to break free from the octopus' grip.

Staggering and stumbling, Mahomes was wavering on the brink of a fall, igniting a passion within him in the face of adversity, stubbornly pushing off with his feet, seemingly dragging a giant tire behind, his steps buried in the sand.

But!

His upper body remained upright, steadily and meticulously extended outward, instead using the pulling force from Bosa as a fulcrum to reach out.

At that moment, Bosa failed to hold on, releasing his grip!

Mahomes flew forward, his feet barely making continuous contact with the ground before, holding his breath, the power from his waist and abdomen unleashed, his right hand whipped out like a flash.

A flourish, a flick—

Swoosh!

The football traced a beautiful parabola.