Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 810 - 809 three heads and six arms

Chapter 810: 809 three heads and six arms Chapter 810: 809 three heads and six arms Planting his feet, rotating his torso, swinging his arm—

The football shot through the air, a magnificent arc carving a rainbow trail.

Roberts: Damn.

A beat too late, Roberts arrived sluggishly, lunging at Mahomes and crashing to the ground with him; but it was already too late, the timing was missed again.

As always.

The New England Patriots defensive group’s issues throughout the entire season remained unresolved.

In the whirlwind moment, Roberts barely had time to feel frustrated or annoyed, hastily searching in the night sky for the football’s flight path.

Wait, wait—

No way?

A deep pass!

Mahomes actually chose a deep pass—choosing this exact moment.

Belichick: Got played.

Now, Belichick finally understood; he had fallen into Reed’s trap.

Since halftime, everything was a setup.

From relentlessly pounding forward with ground offense to baiting with Li Wei in passing plays, to creating confusion and eventually opening up through the Read Option Offense, every step meticulously led the New England Patriots into the snare.

When Belichick opted for full-field press defense, Reed’s plan had solidified. No hesitation, no second-guessing—

The deep strike.

The timing wasn’t perfect, Mahomes’ passing touch hadn’t fully recovered yet, the rain had just stopped, and the humidity, chill, and strong winds were still factors. Because of this, Mahomes had stuck to three consecutive short passes as he cautiously regained rhythm, focusing on stability and control. At this moment, taking a risk was highly likely to result in an incomplete pass.

But Reed didn’t hesitate.

Because Reed understood the key lay in being unpredictable. And with the situation already shaped, especially now at this position, about thirty-five yards from the end zone, it was within Mahomes’ regular range—

A bit farther, and the odds of success given Mahomes’ current form would drop. A bit closer, and the Patriots’ full-field press would tighten further, ratcheting up the pressure.

Perhaps the timing wasn’t ideal, but considering all factors, if they wanted to gamble, now was the only window.

Reed made the call.

Decisive and ruthless, resolutely opting for the deep pass. Truly catching Belichick off guard.

Despite Belichick being wary of the deep pass all along, Reed still managed to outsmart him.

Now all the pressure fell upon Mahomes and his intended target.

If successful, the Kansas City Chiefs would completely overturn the stalemate.

If unsuccessful, the New England Patriots would regain their momentum and control.

Suddenly and without warning, the intensity and stakes of the game reached a brand-new peak.

Belichick held his breath and focused his gaze on the end zone.

Roberts, despairing, didn’t even have time to curse, his eyes following that red-brown arc aiming straight for the end zone with a game-changing precision.

…

Sprinting.

Charging.

Li Wei effortlessly unleashed his full speed, moving like a shadow, light as a feather, cutting through the field in a straight line, crossing the line of scrimmage.

It was like a hundred-meter dash.

But then, a figure rushed in laterally from the left to cut him off directly.

Van Noy.

Van Noy didn’t understand the Kansas City Chiefs’ strategy, nor did he grasp the overall situation. He simply followed his instincts, locking onto Li Wei as his target immediately.

Step for step, he stuck close to him.

At this moment, Li Wei wasn’t carrying the ball, so Van Noy had to be cautious about avoiding illegal contact; pulling on him would result in a penalty flag. The Los Angeles Rams avoided a critical defensive foul at a crucial moment, but Van Noy didn’t believe the New England Patriots could escape penalty in the presence of Li Wei, the league’s favorite child—

Thus, he needed to be extra careful, not giving the league any excuse to interfere.

During Week 6 of the regular season at Gillette Stadium, they had already been victims of “political correctness.” He wouldn’t allow it to happen again.

Van Noy gritted his teeth hard, relying on his early positioning advantage to stick close to Li Wei, sprinting stride for stride and constantly using his body to jostle, bump, and destabilize Li Wei’s balance, trying to suppress him.

Van Noy knew that in terms of pure speed, he couldn’t keep up with Li Wei’s pace; therefore, he needed to rely on his experience to maintain his position.

Visibly, shoulder-to-shoulder clashes, footstep intrusions—he maintained a facade of fairness.

Secretly, his left hand worked tirelessly, tugging at Li Wei’s waist and stomach area, landing elbow jabs, constantly disrupting—sly little moves piling up.

Thirty-yard line.

Twenty-five-yard line.

Li Wei and Van Noy clashed and tangled relentlessly; Li Wei was visibly annoyed. Suddenly, he slammed on the brakes, coming to an abrupt halt.

Van Noy: ???

Van Noy failed to control his momentum, still accelerating and rushing forward. Critical to the moment, though, his left hand yanked at Li Wei’s jersey—

Tugging, tugging, tugging.

As Van Noy darted forward, it was clear to see Li Wei’s stretched jersey. Van Noy realized his covert actions had been exposed but remained unflustered, promptly raising both hands high in an exaggerated gesture of innocence, appearing like a eunuch wrongly accused of impropriety.

However.

Li Wei didn’t have time to watch Van Noy’s theatrics; his feet burst back into motion, like a streak of wind slashing across the field.

Van Noy tried to recover, hoping to stick to Li Wei again. But this time, he lost his advantage, unable to close the gap in time as Li Wei surged ahead, extending his lead in seconds. His desperate reach only grasped at a glimpse of red fading away.

Damn it.

If he had known, he would’ve just committed the foul and taken Li Wei down earlier.

Van Noy attempted to chase Li Wei, only to discover the sight of number twenty-three disappearing into the distance. Li Wei ran faster and faster, the gap widening visibly with every stride.

Twenty-yard line.

Fifteen-yard line.

Less than a breath later, Li Wei’s feet reached the ten-yard line.

The air was electric.

Van Noy panicked and quickly looked up. That red-brown arc, like a shooting star, descended toward Li Wei’s trajectory, aiming directly for the end zone.

Damn it.

Van Noy pushed into full gear.

Fortunately, there was one more figure rapidly cutting in toward the end zone.

Chung Family.

Van Noy from behind, Chung Family from the side—together, they boxed Li Wei in.

Five-yard line.

The football fell with authority.

Li Wei turned his gaze skyward, adjusting his steps to align with the ball’s arc, subtly slowing down to pinpoint his catch angle, walking straight into a trap—

Chung Family was already in place.

Immediately, Chung Family moved in. He knew he couldn’t let Li Wei leap for the catch, needing to preemptively press against him lest he lose his position.

Chung Family prepared to lock Li Wei away.

One step forward, Chung Family looked at Li Wei, and Li Wei met his gaze. Their stare penetrated the helmets, colliding mid-air.

Tension crackled.

Both players bit hard on their teeth, unleashing an explosion of force.

Impact, entanglement.

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Li Wei moved first.

Chung Family didn’t anticipate Li Wei’s response, leveraging control to press against Chung Family’s position and using him as a springboard to leap upward.

Chung Family: ???

Did this kid think he was a gymnast?

Chung Family followed suit, jumping up anyway, his body restrained by the weight pressing against it. Gritting through the burden, he leapt, aiming to destabilize Li Wei’s center of gravity.

Just then, Van Noy, who had been rushing relentlessly forward, used every ounce of momentum to launch into the air.

For a brief instant, all three broke free from gravity, soaring in succession. Six hands extended, reaching skyward, clawing for the falling football.