Dominate the Super Bowl

Ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah!

The collision of power with power, the entanglement of tackling and shedding, sparks flying everywhere.

The waves of the Baltimore Ravens Defense surged one after another; amidst the roaring waves, Li Wei maneuvered and charged forward, breaking through with the force of a tiger descending the mountain, forcefully carving a bloody path.

Then, sprinting.

Twenty-five-yard line! "Fly!"

Twenty-yard line! "Fly!"

The entire Arrowhead Stadium plunged into a frenzy, witnessing firsthand the turbulent black wave frantically chasing, yet that streak of red gracefully sprinted, tearing through the night.

A ray of dawn, descending.

Fifteen-yard line! "Fly!"

Ten-yard line! "Fly!"

Li Wei takes a step, the whole stadium shouts.

Li Wei takes a step, the whole stadium leaps.

After continuous entanglement, continuous battles, continuous confrontations, Mahomes and Li Wei unexpectedly broke through the encirclement, instantly igniting energy, driving Arrowhead Stadium into a state of madness.

Ariana was no exception, her heart uncontrollably soared with that silhouette, couldn't help but jump in place, her voice caught in her throat from excitement, silently screaming in ecstasy.

The Baltimore Ravens Defense didn't give up, clenching their teeth, pursuing with full force.

Li Wei continuously collided with Jefferson and Thomas, despite breaking free, his steps and center of gravity spun like in a washing machine, stumbling all the while, never reaching maximum speed.

This gave an opportunity to the Baltimore Ravens Defense.

Humphrey, leading the charge.

Seeing Li Wei distancing himself just within reach, but Humphrey didn't give up, chasing that silhouette with reckless abandon.

Like a fool chasing the sun.

Humphrey clenched his teeth, sprinting at full speed, his body nearing collapse, unable to maintain the power to sprint.

Lungs burning; blood boiling.

Humphrey forgot to breathe, his pupils focused solely on that silhouette—

Number Twenty-three!

Five-yard line! "Fly!"

Finally, an opportunity.

Humphrey spotted a gap, unhesitatingly leaped, soared through the air, stretched out his arms, grasping that red storm.

Got it!

Humphrey flung himself onto Li Wei's back, layering power, speed, and weight onto Li Wei.

However, Li Wei did not fall.

In the midst of collisions and inertia, incredibly, he continued stepping forward, wobbling yet advancing.

One step.

Thomas had caught up, bringing Humphrey and Li Wei into his arms, hanging onto them like a koala.

Two steps.

Ferguson, Judon, and all the cornerbacks and linemen were approaching, piling on one after the other, trying to stop Li Wei at the one-yard line.

Three steps.

Clenching his teeth, holding on to a final thread of strength, keeping his inertia, continuing to step forward,

At this moment, only one thought was in Li Wei's mind: Persevere.

Then, Kelsey appeared, Hardman appeared, even Mahomes dashed over from a long distance, bracing against the human pile to push forward.

The stacking of power and power, heavy as a thousand tons.

Among countless gazes, Li Wei astonishingly took the final step.

Four steps.

Finally, unable to withstand the force any longer, slipping down, kneeling on both knees, but still stubbornly upright, drenched in sweat and exuding a deadly aura, like a demon emerged from a pile of corpses, blood-red eyes brimming with slaughter and bloodiness.

The referees swarmed, pulling players off Li Wei's back one by one, finally exposing the red-faced, bulging-veined figure at the center of the power.

"Touchdown!"

The referee raised both arms straight towards the sky, signifying a touchdown—

All eyes on him, Li Wei knelt accurately in the end zone, even the imprint of his knees on the grass could be clearly seen.

Touchdown, unequivocally.

At this moment, the exhausted Li Wei clenched both fists, howling at the sky.

Ah!

A continuous shout, energy endlessly being released.

Ah ah ah, ah ah ah!

Veins bulging from the arms all the way to the neck and head, entire body steaming, the aura of killing intent spreading across the entire field.

Then.

Li Wei stood up, like a blood-soaked war god, standing with towering pride in the end zone.

The world, silent as a crow.

No cheers, no screams, no shouts.

At this moment, all celebrations were instead cut off, only watching that figure in awe and reverence, as if looking up to a god.

Not only Arrowhead Stadium, but also Ariana before the broadcast was the same.

Everything silent, only the sound of the heartbeat thundering in the earlobes, quietly observing the man in the picture, heart surging uncontrollably.

Knees weakening, nearly unable to stand.

The next second, Li Wei scanned around, eyes gleaming as he raised both arms high—

Boom!

The energy of Arrowhead Stadium fully released, mighty and fierce, the entire world engulfed in roars, only the rumbling blood coursing through the veins.

All noise, disappeared.

Standing at the edge of the field, Jackson's mind went blank, watching the red figure in the end zone, unable to prevent himself from feeling fear—

They had given their all, they had burned with life, they had gone all-in.

But in the face of that man's counterattack, they were still powerless.

He effortlessly, casually swatted away all counterattacks, all waves, proclaiming kingly dominance with absolute strength and swagger.

And they, like ants, dared not resist, and were unable to resist, ultimately just lying prostrate in his presence, trembling.

That figure, out of reach, beyond grasp, not to mention confrontation, they didn't even have the qualification to touch.

"Wake up, Lamar, wake up!"

Jackson knew, this was just his illusion, his mind wandering, he needed to pull himself together, he needed to be strong, the game was not over yet.

However, he still couldn't control himself.

The Baltimore Ravens' performance on both offense and defense today was already top-notch, even amidst difficulties and lows, they still maintained a top-tier mentality.

And the result?

The Kansas City Chiefs were always able to elevate their status, with exceptionally strong performances completing suppression, continuing to maintain the lead.

So, what should they do? What else could they do?

Jackson felt somewhat despairing.

Harbaugh noticed Jackson's gaze immediately; at this moment, Li Wei's momentum completely overshadowed them, and the intimidation of Arrowhead Stadium's home advantage was indeed terrifying.

Harbaugh worried that continuing like this might create a heart demon within Jackson, for a fleeting moment, Harbaugh considered whether to let the backup quarterback play, after all, the Baltimore Ravens' offensive group had Robert Griffin III on the bench, along with running back Ingram and Jackson, they collectively had three Heisman Trophy winners.

But just for a moment, Harbaugh immediately dismissed it, if Jackson was substituted now, that would be a truly heavy blow.

Jackson needed to face these difficulties, this was his bottleneck, and his heart demon.

Harbaugh couldn't help him, Jackson needed to confront the predicament, or he might never be able to defeat Li Wei. Never.