Dominate the Super Bowl

In an instant, Harbaugh could detect something unusual, but from a spectator's perspective, he immediately realized that Reed had calculated one more step in this game.

Four receivers and five offensive linemen spread out immediately after the snap command, covering the entire field like scattering flowers.

The receivers were at the forefront, and the offensive line each did their part.

The entire formation unfurled like a folding fan, red figures spread across the field.

Layer by layer, the pocket was being opened, completely exposing Mahomes.

With the tactics of a fake run and real pass, and Li Wei playing the role of the sixth offensive lineman, the Defense Group's attention instantly surged towards the quarterback.

If considering Hill and Hardman's running routes towards deeper areas, the impression that the Kansas City Chiefs were preparing to challenge with a long pass came rushing in.

Naturally, the linemen's focus entirely converged on Mahomes, whether it's to sack, disrupt the pass, or provide backup following the pass direction, they all needed to watch Mahomes' actions.

However, it was all an illusion—

like a mirage.

In fact, right at the moment Li Wei and Mahomes crossed paths and executed the fake run and real pass action, the football had already transferred from Mahomes to Li Wei's hands, achieving a flawless trick of deception.

This was not a fake run and real pass; it was a run play, a genuine running offense.

Even from a spectator's perspective, it wasn't that clear; the Kansas City Chiefs' confusing route movements completely overwhelmed, and those on the field could only see a piece of the puzzle, being caught in the Chiefs' magical illusion before realizing it.

Things change in a flash!

Before the Baltimore Ravens Defense Group woke up from the illusion, Li Wei had already emerged from the myriad gaps in the scattered offensive line.

The Defensive line's attention wasn't on Li Wei at all.

The linemen were the same, not realizing the football was with Li Wei.

There was only one exception, Ferguson.

Not because Ferguson saw through the Kansas City Chiefs' tactics with keen eyes, but because Ferguson obediently stuck to Harbaugh's instructions:

Keep an eye on Li Wei.

No matter what happens, never ignore Li Wei's presence.

Ferguson was the first to notice Li Wei's breakout figure, full of questions and unable to comprehend why Li Wei did this; but there was no time to think, his body moved before his brain processed it.

A lateral step, this time cutting inside, moving to his right.

At the same time, also inside were two inside linebackers, whether they noticed Li Wei's actions or not, their presence formed a natural barrier.

That way, the Defense Group could achieve a numerical advantage.

Ferguson, having just experienced a frontal collision and a dip in confidence, started to recover somewhat.

Knees bent, waist hunched, arms spread wide like a hawk on a chick, Ferguson firmly locked onto Li Wei's figure, then took a deep breath, ready to face the impact force.

Li Wei moved like lightning, already closing in as Ferguson prepared himself.

Here it comes!

This time, Ferguson believed he was mentally ready, not to back down easily.

Whoa!

The red figure charged in overwhelming strength, Ferguson held his breath and tensed up, yet the expected impact did not occur.

Before his eyes, Ferguson watched as Li Wei made a slight stop, a clockwise turn right before the collision, almost brushing against his body and arm, spinning out to the right; while he remained frozen, standing there like a stiff puppet.

Last time, a direct confrontation.

This time, winning with skill.

Ferguson: ???

Guys!

Fellas!

Ferguson tried to wake up the two inside linebackers to his right, even if just standing there, they had to slow Li Wei's steps.

One person's gaze lingered aimlessly on Mahomes, seeming to wonder, without the football on Mahomes, who had it.

One person noticed Li Wei, Patrick Onwuasor, this 2016 undrafted rookie, had managed to secure his place in the professional league, indirectly proving his skill.

Onwuasor's height, weight, and build were very similar to Li Wei, agile in movement, though his attention wasn't on Li Wei, his peripheral vision caught the red in the sea of black, and reflexively shifted sideways to collide, attempting to complete the shutdown defense with Ferguson.

A push, a bump.

Onwuasor deliberately added his body weight onto Li Wei, even if there wasn't time to exert force, he could still use this method to disrupt Li Wei's balance.

Next to his right were other players, Harbaugh intended to rely on sheer numbers to swallow Li Wei.

On the sidelines, Harbaugh's heart rose high, he could see Li Wei's red being enveloped into a mass of black, on the verge of being submerged, smothered, consumed; this meant Reed's flawless plan was thwarted, but the Baltimore Ravens succeeded in defense through teamwork.

At this position, Li Wei still hadn't reached four yards, the third gear conversion failed, Baltimore Ravens could start with a three-strike dismissal against Kansas City Chiefs—

A touchdown first, then strikeout the opponent, a perfect start.

Harbaugh couldn't help but hold his breath.

Black was gathering, after the linebackers, the defensive line quickly noted the situation, reacting a notch faster than other players, turned and stepped, forming a circle.

Red, growing fainter, seemed about to be completely consumed, yet persistently surged through the black mist.

Spins, side moves, confrontations.

Flickering, dimming.

At that moment, red sank, black surged in, swallowing red in one gulp.

Harbaugh's heart leapt into his throat, fists clenched, instinctively standing on tiptoe, eager to see through the chaotic mass.

A stirring, a commotion.

In less than a second, rumbling, a red helmet first rolled out.

Inexplicably, it seized everyone's gaze, the whole Arrowhead Stadium fell silent, even forgetting to breathe.

Then, a touch of red broke free from the black, crawling out from below, stumbling, barely keeping upright, with sweat-drenched short black hair flaring in the wind, revealing a handsome face.

It was...

Twenty-three!

The entire Arrowhead Stadium gasped, before holding their breath, rising slowly from the seats, gazing intently at the field.

That figure nearly fell, like a newborn kitten, looking wretched, yet using the left hand to support on the ground, barely regained balance in the chaos, eyes burst with intense force, resolute and determined, before the black wave of players crashing in, managed to stand up unsteadily, with light steps walking above the clouds.

One step. Two steps.

Third gear and four-yard conversion complete, first down achieved!

Yet, this was still not the end.

Those eyes, so firm, so sharp, a fierce expression on the handsome face, snuffing out the crowd's breath in an instant.

Time stood still.