Dominate the Super Bowl

Bullet storms, mountains of blades and seas of fire.

However, none of this could hurt Li Wei, moving effortlessly like a breeze through myriad flowers, untouched by a single leaf, like a massive middle finger, raised high.

Contempt. Disdain. Disregard.

That demeanor, looking down from above, as if the sea of people around were merely a swarm of ants.

This attitude finally thoroughly angered the residents of Foxborough.

In anger, breaking through reason, climbing over barriers, a figure burst through obstacles, recklessly charging straight toward Li Wei.

With the posture of a raging bull, eyes blood-red and wild.

Standing in front of the barrier, the security team instinctively tried to stop the bull, but merely took two formal steps forward, knees buckling, stumbling twice, seeming utterly unable to keep up, then howling powerlessly.

"Stop!"

"Hey, stop!"

But that feeble yelling had no deterrent force, not only failing to stop the bulls but also fanning the flames, enraging more bulls.

The second. The third.

One after another, two more people actually climbed over the barrier, charging out, swinging fists, cursing with filthy discriminatory language, more than just swear words, making one doubt if that mouth was a sewer, viciously and bloodily, even revealing a trace of a cruel smile.

Launching an attack on Li Wei.

The situation, on the verge of erupting.

Only until now did the on-site security finally realize the seriousness of the matter. If it was just posturing, the League would at most give a verbal warning; but if Foxborough fans really hurt Li Wei, then the New England Patriots would likely become the object of condemnation by the entire League.

The situation was spiraling out of control.

Belatedly, the security team finally activated, realizing their duty just now.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Kill!"

The fans on both sides of the player tunnel roared with contorted faces spraying saliva, eyes blood-red, clenching their fists and shouting repeatedly.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

A murderous intent flickered in their eyes, and a cruel, bloody smile rose on their lips, grotesque and twisted like clowns, laughing loudly.

Thousands upon thousands of gazes focused on Li Wei like a storm—

Now, that rookie finally could recognize whose turf this was.

Thump thump thump!

The first bull was closing in at full speed.

In the crisis, Li Wei neither retreated nor dodged, still gripping the umbrella with his right hand, looking petrified, unable to move.

As expected, Li Wei was just a paper tiger, those muscles were for display, someone like him was best suited to stand like a vase on a runway, revealing his true form when faced with real life.

Just then, in a flash, Li Wei actually had the mind to lower the umbrella and deftly put it away.

As the bull approached, Li Wei neither dodged nor retreated, but instead took a step forward actively.

Step in, moving forward, collision.

Shoulder to shoulder impact, but the difference lay in brute force versus finesse; the bull's growl and heat were instantly cut off, the cruel smile freezing on his lips, as though despite a shoulder hit, it felt like he took a direct blow to the chest, breath extinguished.

Humph.

A muffled groan unable to escape his throat, the bull was instantly sent flying.

Leaping into the air, momentarily defying gravity, flying straight out.

And Li Wei?

Unscathed.

In that demeanor and posture, it seemed as if he hadn't felt the force of the collision at all, seeing the second bull approaching, this time Li Wei proactively charged head-on.

The distance shortened in an instant; before one could blink, Li Wei and the second bull had collided.

This time, just as they were about to collide, Li Wei still held the umbrella in his right hand, only using his left hand to grasp the bull's shoulder; no one could see how he moved, just a simple push and redirect like using minimal force to leverage great strength, and the bull stumbled forward into the crowd.

His staggering steps completely uncontrollable, knees soft, steps chaotic, rushing toward the barrier and crowd with eyes wide open.

Around the barrier, the crowd cried out in surprise and chaos.

Wait, what about Li Wei?

Li Wei didn't pause, dragging the umbrella like a spear on the ground, sparking a string of sparks, speed and power released in an instant.

Charging directly at the third bull with the force of breaking through the air, those clear eyes carried neither murderous intent nor anger, not a single emotion.

Calm to a frightening degree.

The third bull was rushing toward Li Wei at full speed, seeing that in less than a second, all the charging bulls had fallen, and then Li Wei closed in rapidly like the twins in "The Shining" using instantaneous movement, with fear multiplying exponentially, causing his heart to stop abruptly.

"Ah."

A brief gasp, and the bull went limp, fainting on the spot.

Li Wei hurriedly hit the brakes, controlling himself, looking around innocently, spreading his hands in a gesture that seemed to say: I didn't do anything. You all saw, I didn't touch him, I didn't even come near him; he fell on his own, this has nothing to do with me.

A face full of innocent bewilderment, yet at his feet lay chaos and wails everywhere.

Slight rustling sounds were spreading fear at the entrance of Gillette Stadium.

Li Wei looked around, scanning the field with clear eyes, as if issuing a challenge: Is there anyone else? If not, I'll be heading in?

Foxborough residents: Madman. They truly hadn't seen such a level of madman for a long, long time.

In an instant, under Li Wei's gaze, the entire place fell silent, all agitation and chaos inconceivably snuffed out, leaving only the three people moaning faintly on the ground and the confused security team in the player tunnel, with the scene surprisingly calming down.

Li Wei received no response, shrugged lightly, dragging the umbrella behind him like he was dragging a five-meter-long saber, swaggering, swaggering, all the way into the stadium.

The next second, cheers and laughter erupted inside, even the Kansas City Chiefs players hadn't expected that not only would Li Wei retreat unscathed, but he also gave those fans at Gillette Stadium a resounding slap, driving them into complete frenzy with laughter and applause surging forth.

At this point, the residents of Foxborough finally realized that, gathered in their thousands, they were actually cowed by just one person, Li Wei!

And it was the second time!

After winning at Gillette Stadium last year yet being frightened by Li Wei, this year they tried to make a show of force at the entrance but ended up suffering a backlash instead.

Truly... a disgrace.

Shame, depression, oppression, and frustration all transformed into anger; the residents of Foxborough now finally picked their dignity up from the ground, cursing toward the stadium direction, completely losing their minds, and threw everything they had in their hands toward the end of the player tunnel.

Perhaps, this was the only way to save face.

Unfortunately, the only response they received was the dull thumping echo, turning it into a solo performance with no audience.