Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 1717 - 1716: The Blade Remains Sharp

This all?

In the end zone, Mahomes leisurely strolled without encountering any opposition or entanglement. In a five-yard radius no-man’s land, he accurately placed the football, reaching out and embracing it with ease, even having the time to look around, a note of confusion in his eyes:

No one? Really no one?

Well then, he didn’t hold back.

Mahomes raised the football high, posing like a Statue of Liberty. After the show was over, his face without much expression had the corners of his mouth lifting, as if ready to accept the spotlight and enter business mode—

Click, click, click.

The entire stadium erupted with flashing lights.

Only then did the Kansas City Chiefs finally enter celebration mode.

"34:38."

Now, all the pressure was on the Tampa Bay Buccaneers.

Li Wei also clenched his fist, cheering and celebrating for Mahomes.

Then, taking a couple of steps back, Li Wei approached Ndamukong-Suh, a radiant smile on his face like an angel, extending an olive branch to his opponent lying on the ground in an overturned turtle shell position, panting and exhausted, ready to help him stand.

Ndamukong-Suh was still dizzy and confused, both annoyed and ashamed, trying to make sense of the situation. However, the cheers already surrounded him, revealing the outcome; a surge of anger simmered in his chest, boiling over. He lifted his eyes to express thanks, only to see Li Wei’s eyes.

Ndamukong-Suh: ...

"Tear that smile off his face!"

In Ndamukong-Suh’s mind, this was the only thought. He instinctively swung his hand, aiming a hard slap at Li Wei’s right hand.

Unexpectedly, Li Wei reacted quickly, withdrawing his right hand in advance, a look of panic on his face.

Kelsey walked over from the side, wrapping his arm around Li Wei’s shoulder, taking him away, "Didn’t I tell you? A stray dog might bite at any time, and it might even be sick."

While giving a heartfelt reminder, they both walked away without even looking at Ndamukong-Suh.

Soon, a gut-wrenching roar came from behind, "Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Kelsey and Li Wei laughed heartily, chuckling as they walked toward the edge of the field, where Kansas City Chiefs’ defensive group players were already standing up.

High fives! Celebration!

Roaring and shouting, one after another in a low tone, "Roar, roar, roar," the momentum gradually gathered, twisting into one strand.

And once again, the offensive group lived up to expectations and turned the tide, again securing a lead for the Kansas City Chiefs, but the game wasn’t over. Next, it was time for the defensive group; victory couldn’t be achieved by relying solely on the offensive group, and the defensive group also needed to showcase top performances to pave the way for victory.

Roar. Roar. Roar.

Deep, profound but resilient and strong.

JJ-Watt almost couldn’t control himself, the boiling blood rushed furiously in his chest, even though exhaustion had set in, his body and mind were beyond the critical point, just standing still could feel the calves tremble slightly, yet the fighting spirit still burned fiercely.

Pa!

A high five, Watt bumped shoulders with Li Wei, raising his voice by Li Wei’s ear, "Leave it to us now."

Li Wei didn’t speak, just patted Watt’s shoulder, the smile on his face fully blooming, the trust in his eyes naturally unspoken.

Then, the Kansas City Chiefs defensive group took the field.

Incredible as it was, a "Brady vs. Watt" showdown played out at the Super Bowl decider moment, setting the entire league abuzz.

When the game reached the final deciding moment, the initiative usually lay in the hands of the offensive group.

Originally, the defensive group was in a passive situation, now facing an even more challenging time due to severe fatigue, Tampa Bay Buccaneers were no different, and neither were the Kansas City Chiefs, so at the last moments of the game, the spotlights usually shone on the offensive group.

But Watt was ready to go all out.

This was Watt’s first Super Bowl experience in his career, and it was also the closest Watt came to being a Super Bowl champion. He didn’t care if he got injured or exhausted, even if he shattered to pieces, he would fight to the end, strive fully to try to touch the Vince Lombardi Trophy.

Taking a deep breath, Watt focused, aiming wholeheartedly at Brady.

Not to prove anything, just purely wanting to have a hearty fight.

However, it was not easy because the Tampa Bay Buccaneers had three top-tier wide receivers. Though they lacked a top-tier running back, the team’s leading running back didn’t surpass a thousand rushing yards in the regular season; but Mike Evans, Rob Gronkowski, and Chris Godwin were all at the top of the pyramid in the league, each player being the top receiving target level on other teams, yet gathered for Brady.

In the first half of the regular season, Brady’s personal form dipped, and the team’s offensive tactics became stale, so the power of the three top receivers wasn’t unleashed; but after the bye week, the team was reborn, the three receivers were fully activated, and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers’ offense completed its evolution.

After the two-minute official timeout, Brady showcased the GOAT demeanor— 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

He knew he needed to race against the clock. He knew the team needed a touchdown, and he also knew the Kansas City Chiefs would go all out with full pressure, he also knew that Hail Mary wasn’t his strong suit and it wasn’t necessary to forcefully play the hero unless absolutely necessary.

Short pass, control, precise threading were Brady’s trump cards,

Similar situations, Brady has gone through seven, eight, innumerable times in his career.

Watt was fighting for his career?

So was Brady, also fighting for his career, he couldn’t lose to Li Wei, couldn’t once again lose to Li Wei, couldn’t on the Super Bowl stage, couldn’t just hand over the goal and glory he had spent his whole life chasing to become Li Wei’s stepping stone.

He refused.

In such moments, Brady also brought out his trump card.

Quick short passes. Screen short passes. Fake run real pass.

A series of short passes, quick releases, the purpose was not to give the opposing defensive line time, Brady knew Watt and the others were facing a crisis in stamina, impacting and reacting surely couldn’t match earlier in the game, so he tightly controlled the pace, before the defensive line tears through the pocket, relying on receiver routes and his defensive reading, leveraging short passes to harass, comprehensively control the situation.

The first down, second down, third down all no longer mattered, rhythm, connection, and advancement were the keywords.

Whether crossing the sideline post-catch to stop the clock, or receiving players dismantling gears to maintain advancement, or receivers relying on personal capability to make breakthroughs, the Tampa Bay Buccaneers offensive group firmly controlled the situation, Brady shining brightly, once again showcasing his explosiveness on the Super Bowl stage.

The old grandmaster is still the old grandmaster, still in prime form!

Relentless, layer by layer advancing, in the blink of an eye, continuously securing three first downs to pass the midfield line, but the Kansas City Chiefs defensive group finally found an opening.

"Pass incomplete!"

"Watt’s effective hit forced Brady to slam the football into the ground to avoid a sack, and the Kansas City Chiefs executed a beautiful defensive play, finally interrupting the Tampa Bay Buccaneers’ rhythm!"