Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 801 - : 800 Wild Growth
Chapter 801: 800 Wild Growth
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah!
Again, and again, and once more, Li Wei stood tall and proud in the end zone, roaring and screaming his heart out, exhaling a deep breath of heavy air.
The game was just beginning.
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Mahomes, Kelsey, Hill, Watkins, and even the usually reserved offensive line all gathered in the end zone without exception, forming a row, and unleashed furious howls towards the stands.
Boom!
Instantly, Arrowhead Stadium was ignited.
The entire first half was riddled with ups and downs, a tough, grinding battle seemingly impossible to break apart. The Kansas City Chiefs Offense had been lackluster all along, with the New England Patriots Offense also struggling to shine; yet the score was significantly disparate, leaving a sense of frustration lingering.
Until now, Kansas City Chiefs’ offense that had dominated the season finally found their rhythm. At the beginning of the second half, their brilliant ground offensive tore through New England Patriots’ defense and culminated in a flawless touchdown run by Li Wei.
“14:7.”
Suddenly, everything changed.
Not just the score—the momentum, the energy, everything was shifting.
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah!
On the sidelines, the Kansas City Chiefs were boiling over. Burns clenched his fists tightly, his eyes glued to the field, radiating an unmistakable killing intent.
Houston was roaring, and Berry was roaring, too.
The defensive group captains exchanged a glance, and both broke into grins.
Berry gave Houston a firm shoulder bump, “Your turn next. Can these old bones still manage? If not, I’ll take over.”
Ignoring the bone-deep cold and aching body, Houston puffed out his chest stubbornly, “Even if these old bones are left out there, I can still push forward.”
Turning to the field, Houston felt a surge of heroic spirit brewing in his chest—
New England Patriots, huh.
He knew that some folks in the New England region couldn’t stomach Li Wei, Mahomes, and even himself as outsiders dominating football, a sport they claimed as theirs. If they could, they’d tear them apart and drink their blood.
But these rebels wouldn’t let those revolting and crooked old relics have their way—they thrived furiously and defiantly within the league, building a new world until even those ancient dinosaurs began to see beauty in the faces of these unruly outliers.
Taking a deep breath, heads may roll and blood may flow, but they’d never surrender. Even if his old bones gave out, he’d make sure to leave the New England Patriots bloodied.
The rookie, as expected, dazzled again, turning the tide. Now it was their turn.
Houston turned to look at the defensive squad, wiping the rainwater off his face.
“Hey, did you see that? The rookie’s challenging us. What say we rise to the occasion?”
Roar roar roar, roar roar roar.
Jones and Fuller were the first to lead the charge, but Berry wasn’t satisfied. Looking at this group of young bloods, he shook his head repeatedly—his expression screaming, “This generation isn’t cutting it”—and led by example with a thunderous roar that could rival a storm.
Ah!
Berry fixed a determined gaze on the young players. As if provoking their fighting spirit, his action immediately charged up the entire defensive squad.
And then, the defensive squad took the field.
On the other side of the field, Belichick was visibly frustrated—
The Kansas City Chiefs’ offense had played tough and solid this time, their ground game breaking down barriers relentlessly. It had left plenty of opportunities for the New England Patriots, but ironically, Belichick’s meticulous strategy had been outmaneuvered by Reed’s straightforward and single-minded approach.
Was this the curse of brilliance?
A single touchdown, yet the tides were subtly turning.
Still, Belichick had been through wars and quickly regained his composure. He didn’t dwell on frustration or regret—he looked forward.
After all, the New England Patriots were still leading. If Brady could secure another touchdown and swing the game back to the score-trading rhythm they had during Week 6 of the regular season, victory would still remain firmly in their grasp.
Belichick didn’t even need to take a deep breath; he turned to look—
Brady was already at the ready.
Evidently, Brady had been sharpening his knives as well. Despite their current lead after the first half, Brady himself wasn’t pleased with his performance. His pride had been triggered, especially after watching Li Wei’s celebratory antics, which to Brady felt intensely personal—a direct provocation aimed squarely at him.
The Kansas City Chiefs would regret awakening the beast.
New England Patriots’ legendary superstar Brady took the stage.
Both the home and guest teams could sense the subtle shift in atmosphere. The upcoming round of offensive and defensive clashes could very well define the tone for the entire second half. Whoever won this battle would seize control of the game, which drove both teams to elevate their intensity, clearly making their collisions even more fierce.
On one side, the New England Patriots Offense, ranked fourth in the league this season—a powerhouse.
On the other side, the Kansas City Chiefs Defense, the weakest among the four conference finalists—a clear underdog.
By all logic, the Kansas City Chiefs shouldn’t be able to put up a fight, and the first-half score seemed to corroborate that. But football isn’t a numbers game; the first seed doesn’t automatically defeat the thirty-second.
In truth, Brady’s performance today had been mediocre, constantly adjusting and searching for rhythm. But the unfavorable weather was, in some ways, aiding him, as Brady’s rich experience better equipped him to adapt to the shifting dynamics of the match.
Today, the New England Patriots Offense had a standout performer: wide receiver Julian Edelman.
This veteran, selected in the seventh round at 232nd overall in 2009 by the New England Patriots, had ascended twice as a Super Bowl Champion with the team. Yet the past two seasons had been a whirlwind. Last season, he was sidelined with an ACL tear; this season, after finally recovering, he failed a drug test during the offseason and was suspended for four games by the league. Although Edelman appealed, the committee dismissed his case.
In Week 5 of the regular season, Edelman finally returned to the lineup, but the extended absence had left him searching for form, with inconsistent performances throughout the season. By Week 16, he racked up fines for three unnecessary personal fouls, leaving his season lackluster in the end.
But come playoffs, Edelman transformed into a Super Saiyan.
Last game, during the divisional round, Edelman caught the ball nine times to advance 151 yards—his astounding performance reduced the Los Angeles Chargers’ cornerbacks to mere props.
The story remained the same in this game. Even as Brady struggled to find his touch, leaning heavily on short passes of three or five yards connecting with Edelman, Edelman relied on his sheer personal ability to dodge, weave, and carve left and right, turning three or five yards into advances of more than ten.
This—this was individual brilliance, turning the game’s tide singlehandedly—
It reminded people of Li Wei.
For the Kansas City Chiefs, how to contain Edelman had become one of the most daunting tests in this matchup—and let’s not forget, they still had to deal with the seasoned Brady.
This wouldn’t be easy.
