Dominate the Super Bowl

Blue twenty-three.

At a glance, Li Wei could spot the twenty-three, like a wolf on the hunt, barreling directly at him. His run was as straightforward as a drawn blade, cutting straight toward Li Wei without any tricks or sways, following a diagonal line sharp as a sword.

Chung Family, currently the leading Asian player in the NFL and a key contributor to the New England Patriots' Super Bowl victories, had already reserved a spot in the Hall of Fame even though he had not yet retired. He completed his work with meticulous dedication, never showing mercy.

Wearing the same number twenty-three jersey, and also an Asian player, Li Wei and Chung Family were once again locked in a head-on clash.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

Li Wei was adjusting and accelerating, but he wasn't rushing to reach his top speed. Instead, he lowered his center of gravity slightly, preparing to brace for the impact.

Thud.

The collision happened, but it wasn't between Li Wei and Chung Family. Conley's tenacious fighting spirit created a bit of space for Li Wei, visibly throwing Chung Family off course.

Opportunity.

He pushed off the ground, feeling the solid thickness of power colliding with the earth, propelling his body to break free from gravity's hold, rising with the wind.

One step, two steps—

Just two short steps, and power and speed burst forth, elevating to another gear, like Skimming Steps, leaving a trail of afterimages behind him.

At the first instance, Chung Family realized the crisis and, amidst the stumbling and confusion, he forcefully lunged forward—

Snap.

Hit.

At that moment, Chung Family demonstrated the top-notch ability and experience of a Safety, incredibly managing to slap at Li Wei amid the tumult.

He even managed to grab him.

A grab!

Chung Family no longer cared about the legality of his actions. In the blink of an eye, he had grabbed Li Wei's jersey and pulled hard backward.

Ah, ah, ah!

Chung Family put in his effort, completely losing his balance, simply using his body weight and strength, trying to bring Li Wei down.

Yellow flag.

Without a doubt, the referee threw a yellow flag.

But!

Li Wei didn't stop.

"What!"

Michaels leaped up, exclaiming in shock.

"He broke free!"

"Li Wei actually broke free from Chung Family's grasp. He relied on his speed and strength to forcefully escape, unbelievably dragging Chung Family forward two steps, until his jersey tore from Chung Family's hands, his upper body armor already exposed yet still unable to stop Li Wei."

"My God!"

"Who can stop Li Wei!"

From the forty-yard line to the thirty-yard line, just ten yards, seemingly smooth yet filled with tumultuous waves. The entire Old Oak Tavern fell silent, no one daring to speak, having forgotten to make a sound, eyes glued to the television screen until Li Wei completed his escape—

Whir!

The Old Oak Tavern erupted into cheers, one by one standing, their gazes following the white-clad figure speeding away, his streamlined form charging forward, with a vast blue wave still pursuing him relentlessly from behind. However, Li Wei was running faster and faster.

The gap, far from narrowing, continued to widen—a despair-inducing speed.

The whole stadium, arms raised, shouting.

"Twenty!"

"Fifteen!"

"Ten!"

"Five!"

Then, with no suspense—

"Touchdown!"

"Hoorah!"

Li Wei, leading the charge, burst into the end zone and slammed the football to the ground, letting out a triumphant howl.

Ah!

Frustration: Li Wei had felt it, too. Possessing great strength but unable to use it effectively, he didn't mind being a part of the offensive group and helping the team win, but he also believed in his ability to be the breakthrough weapon for storming the fortresses.

He waited and waited, suppressed his emotions more and more.

Finally, he unleashed it all.

Li Wei, like an awakened beast, clenched his fists and roared towards the Gillette Stadium: this was his response to them.

"How about that, how does this rookie look?"

Roars, screams, and a tempest of blood filled the skies above Gillette Stadium.

Even the extensively experienced Gillette Stadium fell into brief silence—

Stunned.

"Incredible."

"I mean, incredible."

"The New England defensive group had almost secured the win, forcing Smith to abandon his original tactics and hastily, in a pinch, hand the football to Li Wei. Yet under crisis, Li Wei fully displayed his speed, strength, and agility, completely turning the tide, turning what could have been an offensive failure into a fifty-yard breakaway for a touchdown."

"Wow."

"I mean, wow."

"But what's even more incredible is that in this continuous offensive drive lasting two minutes and seventeen seconds, the Kansas City Chiefs used only third gear attacks, all running plays, all performed by the twenty-three-year-old rookie running back Li Wei, single-handedly advancing seventy-five yards and demolishing New England's ground defense."

"Wow, Chris, what do you think?"

Michaels's entire scalp tingled.

Despite having witnessed countless classic scenes, seeing such a spectacular performance once again still made his blood boil and his emotions surge; words could hardly express a fraction of the intense emotions he felt at that moment.

Collinsworth was no exception, his eyes wide, he let out a long breath.

"The fourth quarter has just begun, anything is possible."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

"As I predicted, the offense is the focal point of this game, but now, Li Wei has become the outlier for the Kansas City Chiefs, breaking the balance, suddenly adding more variables."

"Even though I hadn't predicted this scene before the game, now, all eyes are on Brady. Last season's Super Bowl MVP needs to bring his peak performance, and Brady probably didn't expect to have to bring his A-game right at the season opener, but this is reality happening."

Michaels nodded in understanding, turned his head to his partner, "You mean, the same as what I'm thinking?"

Collinsworth nodded, "Yeah, 'Rookie vs. Goat', hey man, we are indeed witnessing this moment."

The confrontation isn't literally a head-to-head matchup, after all, both Li Wei and Brady are on the offensive group and can't face off directly.

But now, Li Wei is playing a key role on offense, with third gear attacks advancing seventy-five yards to take the touchdown, putting the Kansas City Chiefs back in the lead, naturally piling all the pressure on Brady, who needs to continue to lead his team to score to retake the advantage. Read new adventures at empire

Thus, the showdown unfolded.

After a brief moment of astonishment and shock at Gillette Stadium, it erupted with an incredible energy, support cascading down like a landslide.

In such a scene, at such a moment, they had been through countless battles; they believed in Brady and in Belichick, and they simply weren't worried.

Brady stood up, helmet in hand, and stood calmly on the sidelines, glancing up at the giant screen above.

"35:34.

With the extra point successfully kicked, the Kansas City Chiefs led by one point.

Brady shifted his gaze away, still disregarding Li Wei, because it wasn't worth it, and it wasn't necessary. If every time such a situation arose he made a big fuss, then he might as well not play the game, and just produce "live game reaction videos" instead. Stick to his own pace, show what a leader, what a champion looks like—victory still belonged to them, he never doubted that.

Brady re-entered the field, head held high, chest out, walking into the fray with a composed ease:

Rookie, did you see that? Take some notes.