Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 1185 - 1184: Unstoppable Stride

"Attack!"

The kickoff signal pierced into the sky as the Kansas City Chiefs charged in shotgun formation.

Although the Kansas City Chiefs had used shotgun formation to cover their real tactics more than once or twice; this time, the shotgun formation was not a smoke bomb, it truly was a shotgun formation, a standard passing formation—

Hill, Watkins, Kelsey, Hardman.

They all dashed out.

The difference was that after running ten yards, fifteen yards, they all retreated.

Hill and Kelsey cut back into the short pass area, ready to catch short passes; Watkins and Hardman slashed laterally into the central territory, then split into two routes, Watkins turned and retreated, Hardman sprinted vertically forward.

It’s dizzying and overwhelming—

But the key is that the second movements of the three players all cluster in the short pass area, posing to catch quick short passes, with only Hardman as the exception, sprinting alone like a single arrow.

Agile, fast, light, each move deadly.

In the chaos, the Los Angeles Chargers defense group, with all main forces stepping up the pressure, showed signs of strain on the defensive line, struggling to keep up with the footsteps of man-to-man marking but still gaps appeared—

Watkins, behind the lineman, no one was marking him.

Anyone with keen eyes could see the Los Angeles Chargers defense group was in trouble, like headless flies, clearly losing defensive order and strategy.

Cornerback Hayward could not manage on his own, struggling to face Kelsey, dizzy and running in circles, then noticed Watkins wandering in the short pass area, clearly creating an open gap, pondering whether Mahomes’ passing target was more likely to be Kelsey or Watkins, in the corner of his eye he spotted a red streak rushing vertically along the slot.

Shock!

Heart tightened, Hayward couldn’t even see what was happening, his intuition rang alarm bells, subconsciously rushing forward, but before he could fully stride, a solid, hefty hit already arrived—

Kelsey, blocking.

Hayward immediately realized, first time aware: Trap.

However, it was already too late.

Hayward was falling slowly to the ground, watching helplessly as Watkins took a step to intercept lineman Davis in front of him, clearing the path.

The red streak, unstoppable and roaring past, vanished from Hayward’s view in the blink of an eye.

This scene unfolded in Wembley, like a grand painting.

One step! Two steps! Three steps!

Slightly swaying footsteps crossed the midfield line, moving into Los Angeles’ half; after a brief adjustment, rhythm and balance were found in the continuous stepping, speed released piece by piece.

On both sides of the slot, red flames seized the initiative to block the blue tide, clearing a path amid the tempestuous clash—

Smooth sailing!

On the right, Kelsey blocked Hayward, bang!

Forty-five-yard line! First down, secured!

On the left, Watkins blocked Davis, bang!

Forty-yard line! Push forward, continue!

Obstacles cleared one by one, like the Red Sea parting for Moses, with heads bowed, devoutly welcoming the red figure’s arrival.

Completely devastating, unstoppable!

Number 23 red jersey turned into a ray of light, with full-speed footsteps making the Wembley spectators uncontrollably leap and explode with enthusiasm, standing up involuntarily, their scalps tingling.

Thirty-five-yard line!

Thirty-yard line!

Everything transformed into flowing light, surging with every step!

Wembley went mad.

The Kansas City Chiefs used unparalleled tactical coordination to create a two-on-one situation deep in territory, and the end zone was right ahead.

The live broadcast room lost all reason, holding their heads and shouting without limit.

"Li Wei! Li Wei! Li Wei!"

Safety Jaylen, this was the last line of defense for the Los Angeles Chargers.

Because of Hill’s high threat level, Rayshawn had to mark him, even though speed wasn’t Rayshawn’s strong suit, in the matchup between him and Jaylen, Rayshawn remained the best choice to match up with Hill.

Jaylen hesitated.

He saw Kelsey and Watkins blocking, realized the Kansas City Chiefs’ strategy; but Hardman was very close, unsure whether he should abandon Hardman, allowing him to cut into the end zone.

Caught in a dilemma.

However, the game changed rapidly, leaving Jaylen no room for hesitation.

Li Wei was already rushing in.

Just as Jaylen was about to move, Li Wei suddenly stopped and controlled his body, abruptly stopping and turning at the twenty-eight-yard line, posing to catch the ball.

Jaylen: Trouble!

From every indication, the Kansas City Chiefs aimed directly at the end zone, both Jaylen and Rayshawn naturally shifted their focus toward it.

However, the Kansas City Chiefs did not!

They were aware of the situation facing them, on one hand, Mahomes wasn’t fully adjusted to the game, his rhythm and state were wobbly; on the other hand, the Los Angeles Chargers defensive front was all-in pressing forward, even though Li Wei blocked Bosa for a moment, Mahomes still faced significant pressure, they needed to buy Mahomes some time.

If they couldn’t gain time through pocket protection, then through shortening passing distances.

Li Wei did not enter the end zone, but stopped midway, in a move akin to moon-gazing, looking toward Mahomes.

As Jaylen looked up, he indeed saw a wobbly football arc descending quickly.

In the instant of his hesitation, Mahomes and Li Wei completed the connection, the football landed securely in Li Wei’s embrace.

Li Wei took a back step, slightly leaning back, controlling the football with chest and arms, clearly seeing Davis and Hayward rushing toward him fiercely.

On left and right, annoyed and angry, their burning gaze fixed on Li Wei, yearning to swallow him whole, but knowing it was unrealistic, thus they didn’t mind if it were mutual destruction.

A sweltering wave rushed over.

Li Wei remained completely unperturbed, retreating lightly.

One step, two steps, completing adjustment during the retreat, as he leisurely watched the aggressive blue wave chasing frantically, taking steps back and turning clockwise.

Then, start.

Davis narrowed the gap with difficulty, seeing Li Wei close at hand but then immediately widening the distance again, watching helplessly as the figure strode away—

He was about to explode!

Twenty-five-yard line!

Twenty-yard line!

Li Wei was charging vertically, seeing Jaylen poised to step in on the left-hand side, but Hardman cut in and blocked Jaylen’s path.

In a brief instant, Li Wei’s seemingly unhurried steps surged, turning into a storm, enough to topple Jaylen and Hardman, like a gust, leaving them behind.

Graceful, light, coming and going freely, as if entering an uninhabited realm, leisurely striding causing Wembley’s entire audience to stand.

In front of the television, on social networks, discussions and noise vanished.