Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 756 - : 755 hitting a cow across the mountain

Chapter 756: 755 hitting a cow across the mountain

“Attack!”

Luck announced the kick-off, and almost at the sound of the command, Chris Jones immediately sprung into action, launching his body forward.

Stomp. A rush.

Jones unleashed all his strength in an instant, taking off like an arrow released from a bow.

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As a Defensive End, directly in front of him stood an entire line of offensive linemen, so before making any move, he had to face the first collision.

That’s why, over the past few years, linebackers led by Von Miller had risen to prominence, managing to create more trouble in the pocket with timing and misplacement; however, it’s undeniable that dominant Defensive Linemen like Watt and Donald remained highly entertaining, having won the League’s Best Defensive Player awards for five consecutive seasons.

Yet, on the defensive line, talent is hard to come by.

Chris Jones was the typical example of someone who improved through continuous effort. His goal wasn’t to become Watt but to be a cornerstone of the defensive group, capable of fulfilling the defensive line’s role at critical moments.

Like now, for instance.

As he launched off the ground, Jones’s hands had already shot forward in anticipation.

The opposing offensive lineman didn’t suspect a thing and raised his arms in response to form a confrontation.

But unexpectedly, Jones pushed against the opponent’s shoulders, using the leverage to swing his body outward, maneuvering around the man with a close turn, his footwork already deftly completing the move and cutting into the pocket.

A blitz!

The Kansas City Chiefs Defense rarely chose to blitz.

Obviously, with a long third down and close to the end zone, they had entered Luck’s range—Reed couldn’t rule out the possibility of Luck aiming straight for the end zone.

Marlon Mark, running back, sophomore, selected in the fourth round at pick one hundred and forty-three last year. His height and build were very close to Li Wei’s, as was his playing style. After entering the league, great expectations were placed upon him, yet his fate turned out vastly different.

Mark scoffed coldly, “We’ve seen through your circus acts long ago.”

Mark didn’t leave the pocket but stayed in position, playing the role of the sixth offensive lineman, quickly scanning the field—

The Kansas City Chiefs only used a five-man rush, which was far from enough.

At that moment, with only Jones cutting into the pocket, Mark immediately moved to meet him.

Mark: Nice try! I’m not even afraid of Watt, why would I fear a Jones?

Jones neither dodged nor feinted; he straightforwardly collided with the wall ahead.

A full embrace.

Mark and Jones collided, but Jones never forgot one thing—

Li Wei’s words.

Through observation, Jones noticed that Luck’s pass release time was increasing.

Firstly, observation time increased.

Secondly, there was hesitation before releasing the ball.

Thirdly, the passing technique wasn’t decisive.

All aspects proved that Luck’s shoulder injury might be affecting him, and even though Luck was experienced and always managed to complete his passes, the continued application of pressure increased the likelihood of deviation or even errors in critical moments.

So, what did Li Wei mean?

Be patient; there was no need to expect to tackle the quarterback or make an effective hit with each rush. There was plenty of game time left; they should maintain constant pressure and keep Luck’s nerves taut throughout the game.

Then, let Luck crumble bit by bit.

By doing so, the pressure put on by the Kansas City Chiefs Defensive Line at the front would be doubly effective, achieving great results with minimal effort and tackling the situation from the grand scheme of things.

And that wasn’t all.

With each rush to apply pressure, don’t be too eager for quick success. Compared to a fatal blow, maintaining patience and engaging in a drawn-out confrontation was the right way to handle a top-tier quarterback.

At this moment, Jones was very patient.

Bang!

With the collision, Jones made his way into Mark’s arms, but Jones did not stop there.

Stomp the ground, move forward, push.

A burst of energy erupted from deep within his Dantian, fully releasing the moment he made contact with Mark.

Ah, ahhhh!

Balance was instantly shattered.

Mark was feeling elated, having timely blocked Jones, then the next second a muffled grunt, his footsteps floated off the ground like a maglev train, his center of gravity freed from the earth’s gravity, and he suddenly soared into the air—

Falling back step by step.

Damn… it…

Mark couldn’t make a sound, all his emotions were suffocatingly pressing against his chest, frantically focusing his energy on his dantian trying to regain his balance, but in the face of Jones’s buffalo-like power, he felt like a kite, lightly taken by the wind, the lights on either side of his eyes rapidly receding, the gale screaming.

Mark felt like he was about to pee, completely unable to move.

Doomed, doomed, doomed, this is totally screwed.

The howl didn’t continue, as a force came from behind.

Stop… it stopped, oh yeah!

Wait, why did it stop? What’s with the support I feel from behind?

Mark had a bad feeling, but before he could confirm it, Jones had already exerted force again, the remaining strength in his body bursting out—a blow from beyond.

Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah!

Luck: ???

A second ago, Luck had been observing and searching for his passing target, but the Kansas City Chiefs’ secondary completely locked up their positions, switching from zone defense to man-to-man, instantly intensifying the defensive pressure.

Left side, no passing target.

Right side, no passing target.

Center, still no passing target.

Luck kept adjusting his footing in the pocket, continuously observing and searching, although there were some gaps visible in his field of view, none were the perfect opportunity, pressure bearing down on him.

He was waiting, hoping his receivers could tear open a gap in the end zone else his arm injury might affect the accuracy of his throw, missing the chance.

A slight hesitation, a bit of uncertainty, which was actually just a brief half-second, fleeting time difference that the audience couldn’t notice, but in the rapidly changing game, it was critically important.

Patience, calmness, decisiveness—

Hmm, what’s that?

Luck caught a glimpse of a shadow moving closer from the corner of his eye, instantly reacting, pulling back his focus, ready to dodge, but he hadn’t anticipated that the speed of the shadow’s approach was far beyond his expectations.

His step to dodge was already too late.

Next second.

Bang.

Force, building up, the weight of bodies layered on, as Luck was about to move his feet, he lost his balance and flew out.

Just half a step, but sure enough, Luck freed himself from gravity, took off into the air with a stumble, feeling like a bag of sand thrown by a dockworker, not even having the time to grunt before the entire world turned upside down and shook.

Luck: ???

With a grunt, and immediately after, Luck panicked—

Football!

“Fumble!”

“Sack! Fumble!”

“Luck actually fumbled, the Kansas City Chiefs Defense managed an incredible defensive play, overturning the whole situation with just a five-man rush, Luck’s hesitation before the throw gave the Defensive group their chance.”

“Chaos!”

“Now the field is in total chaos, Luck is looking for the ball, Mark is looking for the ball, Jones is looking for the ball, in the pocket it’s completely unclear who’s who.”

“Wait, wait—”

“Oh, God!”

“Jones! Chris Jones! The Kansas City Chiefs’ third-year Defensive End gets a sack that causes a fumble, and then unbelievably manages to secure the ball.”

A triple-play in one go!