Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 51: Give it your all in one go

Li Wei is not Derrick Henry.

Li Wei isn’t cut out for head-on confrontations, but his speed, agility, lightness, and nimbleness are a starkly different style for a running back, and today’s game fully showcased these traits. Relying on his observation, judgment, and quick on-the-spot reactions, he repeatedly found weaknesses in the opponent’s flanks to open up the game.

This was already the third time.

His soft and light, agile and nimble steps moved along the edge of danger, carving a path to survival from what looked like a dead end, comparable to an assassin, like a shadow.

He was an Edgerunner.

The footsteps hugged the sideline, seemingly about to step out of bounds, but within the dizzying footwork, he managed to maintain his balance; just as he seemed on the verge of losing his center of gravity, he used the forward momentum to keep sprinting, the silky smooth moves were practically an art performance, eliciting nothing but amazement.

All spectators, one after another, turned into avid fans, watching the ’masterpiece’ before them with their eyes wide and mouths agape in awe.

The nickname that Blackley casually coined was perfectly apt in showcasing Li Wei’s characteristics, pushing Pash’s excitement to a whole new peak.

The flushed cheeks, as if drunk, and the rising high pitch nearly shattered the heavens.

"Ten-yard line!"

"Red Zone!"

"God, he didn’t stop, he’s still not stopping."

"Ah... hah!"

All the shouting was abruptly cut off, both Pash and Blackley were stunned, their mouths slightly open, gawking at the spectacle unfolding before them.

Austin Jackson, another Safety from the Tigers, 6.2 feet tall (190 cm), 220 pounds (120 kg), not fast, even a bit cumbersome, like a black bear. But he didn’t give up.

When Mus’s grappling failed, it also meant that the last line of defense in the Tigers’ backfield was breached.

Jackson couldn’t give up.

With clenched teeth, he charged at full speed and, as Li Wei entered the Red Zone, Jackson tried to catch up, his eyes flashing murderously, teeth gritted, clearly showing he intended not to tackle but to push Li Wei out of bounds, using his weight, momentum, and the force of his charge to fulfill his mission.

With all his might.

With great force and weight.

However!

Unexpectedly, Li Wei didn’t dodge; instead, he collided head-on with Jackson,

"Power VS Power"!

The head-on collision silenced the entire Bryant Denny Stadium; it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, as everyone felt their throats being tightly squeezed.

Oh God!

Boom!

A heavy thud resounded, and Jackson, completely unprepared for the direct hit of power, groaned as he felt the force from the opposite side pushing back his own body weight and power, his ribcage splintering with a crackling sound.

Then, he was flipped over.

Damn it!

Despite being visibly more robust than Li Wei, Jackson had no power to resist in the face-to-face collision.

Everything spun around him, his insides churning and burning as if he had been struck hard by a truck, sending him flying—

The world began to retreat, turning into streaks of light.

"Ah!"

Li Wei exploded with power.

Ahhh!

Power burst forth, streaming endlessly from the depths of his Dantian, and the weight and strength of the flesh barrier in front of him became an obstacle to continue moving forward, but Li Wei no longer cared, charging forward recklessly. Your next journey awaits at NovelBin.Côm

Ahhhh!

The entire stadium, erupting.

Five yards.

The heart, soaring high, Pash no longer able to contain himself as he suddenly stood up, only to find the entire Crimson Tide Storm at Bryant Denny Stadium rising too, creating a massive wave of heat.

Ooh, ooh ooh ooh.

The wave, whimpering, then all eyes gaping and staring at the two entangled figures pushing each other at the brink of the end zone, full of anticipation, waiting, and leaping with excitement.

One yard, then another, and yet another.

Power against power, body colliding with body, red entangled with white, the temperature climbing, passions erupting like a geyser, the ticking away of time thundering in the ears, the energy from hearts pounding against chests about to explode, finally igniting the blood, burning deep within the soul.

Roar, roar roar roar.

And then.

Watching Li Wei push Jackson across the end zone line, and with a final burst of strength, forcefully shove Jackson aside, flinging him off to regain his freedom.

Jackson, like the drifting plastic bag in "American Beauty," pitifully discarded, lifelessly crumpling to the ground.

And Li Wei?

His legs, already inside the end zone, boldly breaching the gates of heaven, turning the impossible into reality, slicing through the opposition to reach the far side of the end zone.

Face aglow with ardor, drenched in sweat, veins bulging, power surging through his muscles, unleashed without restraint, like the Hulk incarnate, furiously slamming the football to the ground.

Ah!

A shout.

Ahhhh!

The whole stadium explodes.

No one is an exception, no one can control themselves.

All Pash could hear was a roaring in his ears, his own voice hammering continuously against his eardrums like a drumstick, his temples nearly bursting, and he could hear his own voice coming from the other side of a distant valley.

"Incredible!"

"Incredible!"

A tsunami of cheers swirling and raging in Bryant Denny Stadium, indecipherable for a moment whether it’s the burning blood that dyes one’s own eyes red, or the entire boiling Crimson Tide Storm diving into madness—

Red, the world dyed in red, overwhelmingly consuming the white of the trembling, pitiful Tigers, completely showcasing the home field advantage of the Crimson Tide Storm.

"Unbelievable!"

"The Crimson Tide Storm not only seized the chance to score a touchdown, but also used their ground game to consume all the remaining game time."

"The game is over, ladies and gentlemen, the game has ended, the Crimson Tide Storm with a last second victory over the Tigers, no need for the extra point, the game is killed, ’27:24’, the final score frozen at this figure."

According to football rules, when there is no more game time left and one side has secured victory, they may opt not to kick the extra point; however, if a touchdown is scored as time expires and the outcome remains undecided, the scoring side may still attempt an extra point at zero seconds, be it one or two points.

Of course, the Crimson Tide Storm no longer needs to.

"The Tigers were ahead by three touchdowns at halftime and had shut out the Crimson Tide Storm on their home field, everyone thought the game was already over, just a time for tactical exercises, but nobody expected the Crimson Tide Storm would turn the second half into showtime for number twenty-three."

"An incredible ground offense throughout the game, advancing an unbelievable three hundred fifty-seven yards and securing three rushing touchdowns, undoubtedly the highlight of the game, displaying incredible dominance that left Tigers’ star quarterback Watson in the shadows."

Ahhhh!

Ahhhh!

The scene has gone mad, even though this is just a warm-up game, but considering the grudge between the two teams and Watson’s arrogance in the first half of today’s game, this moment of victory is as sweet as the nationwide championship win at the start of the year, the entire stadium a frenzy, coloring the sky with a brilliant shade of red.