Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 1672 - 1671: The Might of the Champion

Wet. Heavy. Cold.

It’s only October, autumn hasn’t fully covered the North American continent yet, but the storm-battered Buffalo can already sense the threat of winter.

Soaked in rain, the bone-chilling cold seeps under the skin, and the joints emit a low groan, seemingly ready to fall apart at any moment.

Yet, the game continues.

Watt is fully focused.

It’s not because of the clamor on social media, but because of Li Wei and Kansas City.

In the face of defeat, setbacks, and obstacles, he truly felt the soul of this team and city for the first time. He was no longer a bystander or an outsider joining halfway; he could empathize, he could be a part of it, awakening those feelings buried deep in his memory.

Watt is broken, his body and soul shattered by repeated injuries. Doctors have said he’d never be whole again, never return to his original state. He must face this scarred version of himself and continue living, accompanied by pain even after retirement.

Perhaps early retirement is the best choice.

However, Watt did not.

He still fights, he still battles, he still burns wildly and blooms—

This week, the Houston Texans announced the firing of O’Brien.

A month ago, O’Brien, who had been controlling everything with a single hand, had now been swept out the door. The Professional League once again showed its ruthless and cold side.

The social network was abuzz with netizens shouting, preparing to welcome Watt’s return to the Houston Texans, and Watt finally vindicated.

In the eyes of netizens, O’Brien’s continuous trades of Hopkins and Watt had now backfired. Watt should be jubilant, celebrating excessively, as the former iconic figure of the Houston Texans is finally restored to glory, with Houston awaiting with open arms to welcome Watt back in the grandest and most ceremonious manner.

In fact, Watt doesn’t care.

Even Watt himself was surprised—

He thought he’d be happy, relieved that O’Brien didn’t get the last laugh; he thought he’d regret, mourn that O’Brien had squandered the Houston Texans’ last chance to reach the Super Bowl, considering the still-undefeated Tennessee Titans this season – that could have been the Houston Texans, but now it’s all gone, with no chance to redo.

However, none of that mattered.

Watt merely paid brief attention to the news before his focus shifted back to the Kansas City Chiefs.

Because in Kansas City, Watt felt the warmth of home.

An unyielding spirit, determination, unity—a spirit that thrives defiantly in the Professional League. The bond between the city and the team is tightly intertwined, achieving greatness together.

Watt never longed so much to be part of the team, leaving his mark in the locker room.

It was the same now.

Rainstorm. Gale. Cold. Those hardships couldn’t shake Watt’s faith and determination; instead, the harder things got, the more their fighting spirit soared.

The championship isn’t just a trophy or a ring; the spirit shown in the face of adversity and challenges is equally significant.

He, JJ Watt, wasn’t here to prove himself, nor was it to slap O’Brien and the Houston Texans in the face, but to fight alongside the Kansas City Chiefs with all his might.

"Attack!"

Amidst the noisy rain, Josh Allen’s snap command pierced through the rain mist, striking.

Watt’s left leg stomped hard into a puddle, toes and forefoot splashing water, propelling his body like an arrow off the string.

His body swayed, pulling towards his left as usual to break through outside the pocket, but just before colliding with the offensive tackle, he reversed direction, shifting back to the right—

Bang!

Shoulder to shoulder collision!

Watt instantly exerted force, using his left shoulder against the opposing right shoulder, a step up, a swift breakthrough, charging inside the pocket, emulating Aaron Donald.

Power, explosion, but no roar—energy brewed within his chest, boiling.

One step.

Two steps.

Josh Allen was already in sight, gazes crossing in the rainstorm, momentarily confronting each other.

Josh Allen, standing at 6.43 feet (196 cm), weighing 237 pounds (107 kg), was a heavyweight quarterback comparable to Roethlisberger, but unlike him, Allen was nimble and agile, possessing the ability to run with the ball like all the new-generation quarterbacks.

So, he wasn’t afraid of collisions and confrontations and possessed breakthrough abilities—

Troublesome.

In their visual collision, Josh Allen remained calm, deliberately pausing, waiting for Watt to move first, ready to change direction at the right moment.

Then, a rightward pull, Josh Allen was prepared, raising his hand to pass.

In the next second, a wave of surging white assaulted him faster than he could react.

Josh Allen: Trouble. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Buffalo Bills’ number seventeen only managed to protect the football as his whole body was disastrously tackled to the ground.

No chance! Absolutely no chance!

"Sack!"

"That’s a sack! JJ Watt sacked Josh Allen!"

"Quick and direct!"

"The Buffalo Bills attempted to deceive with a fake run real pass tactic, but Watt accurately anticipated, ripping through Buffalo Bills’ offensive line with a feint, charging like an unleashed bull through the pocket, a sweeping storm towards Josh Allen."

"Bend your knees! Lower your center of gravity! Focus intently on Josh Allen!"

"Josh Allen tried to evade with a feint, but clearly, Watt wasn’t buying it!"

"He moved forward in the mud! He traversed through the storm!"

"Bang!"

"Justin! James! Watt!"

"In a beastly manner, wrapping up Josh Allen and slamming him to the ground!"

"Earthshaking! Water splattering!"

"Sack! A perfect sack! Buffalo Bills’ offensive line stood motionless, not expecting this scene."

"Number ninety-nine! From Houston Texans’ ninety-nine to Kansas City Chiefs’ ninety-nine, JJ Watt is still that indomitable warrior!"

"Look at that strength, look at that explosion, look at that reaction! Without a doubt, JJ Watt makes his voice heard again, still fighting!"

The world roared.

Josh Allen lay on the ground, every bone and joint protesting, feeling like his body wasn’t his own anymore.

The burning breath mixed with icy rain hit his face, and as he looked up, he met Watt’s fiercely intense eyes.

Then, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"

Watt finally unleashed, roaring to the sky, releasing all his aura, even the rain became a backdrop, as if he alone existed between heaven and earth, towering, commanding the elements, destroying the Buffalo Bills before him.

A sense of foreboding crept into Josh Allen’s heart, but the unfortunate reality is that such feelings are often true.

Without exception.