Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 1670 - 1669: Striking Fear into the Hearts of All
Rain poured down, lightning flashed and thundered, and Bill Stadium was like the end of the world descending, wild and raging.
Pursuit, encirclement, ten-sided ambush, collisions, pulls, fouls, even resorting to numerical superiority to tear Li Wei into a thousand pieces, the Buffalo Bills revealed their fangs mercilessly, going all out, not just for tackles and interceptions; they aimed to rip Li Wei apart.
Chaos, violence, murderous intent overflowed.
However!
Amidst this noise and confusion, the figure in the away jersey number 23 appeared like a bolt of white lightning, tearing through the space to break out.
Boom, in an instant, water splashed all around, bursting in the air, crystalline white halos infused into the droplets, lighting up the entire world with brilliant radiance.
That streak of white, like flowing clouds and water, dashed out of the encirclement to escape the heavens, stumbling steps, haphazardly leaping through the puddles, one deep and one shallow.
Behind, in a black mass, the dark blue jerseys soaked in water turned ink-colored, relentlessly pursued, recklessly plunging forward, feet and bodies splashing water as they hit the ground, mist swirling, waves crashing, charging towards number 23 with life-burning determination.
The roar resonated in eardrums and minds, yet no sound emerged, staring dumbfounded at the scene, shivering in shock.
Language, pale and powerless, even lost its meaning, just sitting there, witnessing and remembering, feeling the grandeur and awe before their eyes.
Five yards.
Ten yards.
Number 23 ran faster and faster, the white lightning causing thunder to burst forth wherever it went, heavy rain, fierce wind, earthquake, continuing forward with unstoppable momentum.
Fifteen yards.
Twenty yards.
Charging ahead, seemingly teetering steps, yet elegantly and smoothly pressing forward through the storm like an iceberg ballet.
Thirty yards.
Forty yards.
Behind, dark clouds pressed low, dense and fierce figures resembling an army pressing in, thousands of troops are pursuing and surrounding a lone wolf at the front.
However!
That lone wolf, a solitary figure, exploded with unparalleled momentum, tearing through waves, riding the wind, turning into a streak of white, turning the vast blue, gray, black world upside down, forging a new world.
Finally, reaching the other side—
Head held high, chest out, like a god of war descending.
Finally, the waves in the mind exploded, a tingling sensation surged from the soles of the feet to the top of the head, the scalp tingled, goosebumps screamed, and the sound returned to the live broadcast room, exploding with unparalleled energy, shaking Bill Stadium and bursting open in the skies over the North American continent.
"Touchdown!"
A simple, straightforward word, yet it made one’s head spin, blood boil, even forget to breathe, just shouting and roaring with all one’s might.
"Touchdowwwwwwwwwwn!"
"Li Wei!"
"Li Wei rules the world!"
"Not the first time, not the second time, we can be 100% sure, it won’t be the last, collectively witnessing Li Wei’s miracle performance."
"Legend!"
"Without a doubt a legend! God, how on earth does Li Wei do it?"
"One run, breaking through the middle, aiming for a five-yard advance, laying the groundwork for the second gear, but this is Li Wei, the one and only Li Wei, he cast the magic again, snapped a finger, transforming the five-yard advance into ten yards, escaping one encirclement, then another, completing the breakthrough, leaving all in the dust."
"A fifty-three-yard long-distance dash for a touchdown!"
"Li Wei single-handedly completely destroyed the Buffalo Bills defensive group!"
"From the defensive frontline to the secondary, unable to stop Li Wei, the entire Buffalo Bills defensive group lost direction in the heavy rain, helpless."
"Touchdown!"
"In the midst of the pouring rain, the three-time defending champion broke through with absolute strength to complete a touchdown, using tangible actions to make their voice heard and launch a counterattack—
Never underestimate the Kansas City Chiefs. Never!"
"Whether in victory or defeat, in favorable or adverse conditions, anyone who underestimates the Kansas City Chiefs will pay the price, possibly a devastatingly painful price, because the Kansas City Chiefs always demonstrate their resilience and determination, which is the key to their three consecutive championships and the confidence to continue pursuing a fourth."
"The Kansas City Chiefs remain the formidable Kansas City Chiefs."
"And Li Wei?"
"Li Wei remains Li Wei, still the fear-inducing beast that commands reverence and trembling, no one dares challenge him, no one should." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦
"Otherwise, this is the cost."
"Unparalleled! Unbelievable! Even after entering the league for four seasons, Li Wei can still deliver stunning performances, making everyone involuntarily shut up!"
The dead strewn all over, battered and bruised, the entire Buffalo Bills defensive group exhausted and battered, lying in the mud of the rain, panting heavily.
Standing in the end zone, Li Wei gasped like a bull, drenched in sweat, sweat and rain mixing together, steaming all over, resembling a god of slaughter, his gaze piercingly intense, looking at the battlefield behind, the murderous intent and fighting spirit in his eyes still burning fiercely, not diminishing but increasing.
"Continue."
Li Wei shouted.
But there was no response.
"Continue!"
Li Wei continued to shout, continued to roar, the passionate energy from deep within his dantian fully erupting, eyes sweeping over the bedraggled Buffalo Bills defensive players one by one.
No, this isn’t the end, this is just the beginning.
If anyone thinks the Kansas City Chiefs’ winning streak is finally over and they will collapse into the abyss, just bring it on, he’s waiting here.
He, Li Wei, number 23, awaits your arrival.
However, still no response.
Li Wei clenched his fists, roaring like a lion.
"Continueeeeeeee!"
This isn’t over, unless Li Wei says it’s over, this game has just begun, this battle has just started, he’s barely warmed up, and it’s far from over, is this all the energy the Buffalo Bills have?
Wake up! Wake up!
Is this the only way to challenge the Kansas City Chiefs?
The rain, still pouring, the whole world resonating with thunder, but Li Wei’s voice and figure still broke through constraints, coming right at you.
Let the storm rage on even more fiercely.
Then, from the far end of the sky, the end of the world, came a vast, mighty roar—
Ah!
That is... the roar of Kansas City.
Aaaahhhh!
Carter. Anderson. West. Provo. Mr. and Mrs. Gallas. Karen Gray.
One after another, clenching their fists, howling at the sky.
Aaaahhhh!
The entire city of Kansas City collectively made their voices heard, fearlessly facing the challenge, they are ready.
The Buffalo Bills trembled.
Josh Allen standing on the sideline, looking through the rain and mist, quietly watching Li Wei, who stood fiercely in the end zone, all words and breaths completely suppressed.
Only by standing face to face with Li Wei can one feel that aura, an invisible yet real aura and presence.
Josh Allen: Damn it! Who said Li Wei was injured? Which bastard spread the rumors, now leaving them in such an embarrassing and pathetic situation!
