Dominate the Super Bowl

"Danger."

This was the first thought in Humphrey's mind.

When Humphrey saw more and more people gathering together but no one could tackle Li Wei, he knew the situation was not good.

As a member of the Crimson Tide Storm, Humphrey deeply understood Li Wei's breakthrough ability. Unless the tackle was executed perfectly, Li Wei would always find a way to escape.

In Coach Burns' words, the instinct of a mixed martial artist: defense, escape, confrontation. This was completely different from football, but Li Wei successfully found a point of integration between the two.

Originally, Humphrey was entangled with Kelsey, that big guy was truly troublesome, and he couldn't gain any advantage; he was ready to give up Kelsey and assist in defense, but unexpectedly, Kelsey turned around to entangle him.

Obviously, Kelsey had the same thought. Even if they couldn't see Li Wei's figure, various indications showed that Li Wei was already trapped in a circle with no way to escape.

However, they didn't think so.

At this moment, a red helmet rolled out from the crowd, showing the intensity of the battle.

Kelsey's heart skipped a beat, and Humphrey seized the opportunity to swiftly escape, instantly rushing out, leaving Kelsey behind.

Humphrey had a blind faith and admiration for Li Wei, believing that Li Wei wouldn't give up even without a helmet. For his teammates, this was a boost of confidence, but for his opponents, it was a nightmare.

But now, Humphrey was ready to end this nightmare.

Sure enough, Li Wei appeared.

Staggering, using both hands and feet, like dancing on the edge of a blade, never giving up, refusing to surrender, fighting until the last moment.

Wearing a red jersey with the number 23, he stirred up a storm repeatedly bringing despair to his opponents.

Li Wei was still the same Li Wei, from the Crimson Tide Storm to the Chieftains, that touch of red had never changed.

...

Seeing Onwuasor and Ferguson's staggering figures about to catch up, Li Wei forcibly took a step forward, narrowly escaping their final desperate pounce, stepping through the stormy waves, continuing forward.

Pushing off! Pushing off! Pushing off!

Amid the surging waves, he regained his balance, found his footing on the precarious tightrope, and accelerated once again.

The advancement continued, that red figure with the number 23, like a blade, piercing into the vulnerable belly of the Baltimore Ravens.

The gateway was open.

Then, a furious black wave surged forward, light, agile, decisive, bursting with unstoppable momentum.

Marlon Humphrey.

"Crimson Tide Storm Civil War 2.0" was coming.

Li Wei could feel the bone-chilling wind sweeping in from the right, and in his peripheral vision, he caught Humphrey's determined and fierce gaze.

Not far behind, Kelsey was relentlessly pursuing, refusing to give up, but short bursts and speed were not Kelsey's strengths, he might not catch up.

In a flash, Li Wei had made his judgment.

Sprint!

This was the only thought in Li Wei's mind.

Now, in front of him, his balance was unstable, unable to form any resistance, any collision would shatter his momentum like a Lego set.

Speed was his only weapon.

Moreover, it wasn't just that.

He was now without a helmet, which meant he was completely exposed to danger. He needed to be smarter and lighter, to avoid injury risks as much as possible.

Otherwise, he might as well fall to the ground now. The third gear conversion was complete, the primary attack was secured, even if the advance stopped, it wouldn't be a problem.

However, Li Wei didn't. Fully concentrated, focused intensely, his whole focus highly concentrated, calm and determined, he took in the field view ahead, and with an unstoppable edge tore open a crack in the surging black tide.

Thus,

Li Wei did not pay attention to Humphrey, nor did he care about the linemen Earl Thomas and Tony Jefferson rapidly approaching from the left and right.

One step. Two steps. Three steps.

Despite the chaos and turmoil, Li Wei slowly regained his balance.

Humphrey: Damn.

Once Li Wei enters full acceleration mode, Humphrey truly couldn't think of anyone in the league's second line of defense who could catch up with him; the only way to stop Li Wei was to disrupt his rhythm during the acceleration phase.

Humphrey gritted his teeth hard, went all out, his speed forcibly escalated from one to ten, releasing his energy ahead of time to rush toward Li Wei.

This offensive drive started with the Kansas City Chiefs at their own nineteen-yard line; now, Li Wei had already broken through the twenty-five-yard line like lightning.

No, the thirty-yard line.

In the blink of an eye, Li Wei's steps had crossed the thirty-yard line.

Meanwhile, safeties Jefferson and Thomas had both arrived rapidly.

Whether the former or the latter, they both knew well how formidable Li Wei was—

Thomas hadn't forgotten last year's game where the Seattle Seahawks lost to the Kansas City Chiefs, Li Wei's performance was tantamount to a slap in his face.

Evidently, no one wanted history to repeat itself.

Instantly, Jefferson and Thomas both sprang into action.

Strong safety Jefferson was closer, around the forty-yard line; free safety Thomas was further but faster.

One in front, one behind, they both closed in rapidly, arriving around the thirty-yard line, one on the left, one on the right, attempting a pincer move.

The crisis loomed again—

Surrounded on all sides.

Li Wei hadn't forgotten Humphrey on his right side, nor the vast black wave behind him, any bit of hesitation or mistake could once again trap him in a circle, and this time it might not be so easy to escape.

Humphrey, Thomas, each one was troublesome.

Calm.

Li Wei remained focused and calm, entering the Barry Sanders mode. How would Sanders, the legendary running back, choose in such a situation?

Without a helmet, is falling to the ground more sensible? Can there be a gap in the surging black tide?

With a glance, the scene in front of him was fully captured, presented in his mind in a three-dimensional space.

Gaps, they objectively existed, not just one, but all around—left, center, right, but they could either be opportunities or traps, different choices could lead to vastly different outcomes, what appeared as a gap could be countless possibilities.

Opportunity, only once, there's no turning back.

However, precisely at this moment, Li Wei felt his blood boiling, his spirit soaring. He thrived on such challenges, a smile creeping onto his face.

In a flash, Li Wei activated, standing on tiptoe, holding a breath in his chest, maintaining a light body—

Speed, instantaneous eruption.

Two strides, Li Wei rushed toward Jefferson directly in front of him, shifting his body slightly to his left by one-third position, slightly misaligning, causing Thomas, standing a half step behind on Jefferson's left flank, to have his view obstructed.

Jefferson, Thomas, Li Wei, this triangular formation, immediately tilted due to Li Wei's apex angle.

Thomas: Damn!