Dominate the Super Bowl

Fast.

This was the only thought in Ferguson's mind.

Not only fast, but chaotic.

It wasn't the Kansas City Chiefs that were chaotic, but the Baltimore Ravens.

Initially, man-to-man defense is the simplest and most straightforward defensive strategy:

Everyone has only one task, no need to worry about the quarterback or anyone else, just keep an eye on their matched player.

Ferguson's task was Li Wei; and there was Judon for assistance.

Although the task was daunting, the goal was clear, so why the chaos?

Unexpectedly, an anomaly appeared.

Li Wei went into motion. Not only into motion but disrupting the formation, still moving when Mahomes announced the snap.

Where exactly was that guy planning to move, and what was he plotting?

Suddenly, Kelsey and Humphrey's positions blocked the view, and Ferguson lost sight of Li Wei; yet there was no time to catch a breath, Li Wei reappeared.

Fast as lightning.

From lateral movement to a right-angle turn, Li Wei instantly unleashed his speed after brewing and starting, moving vertically unhindered after crossing the line of scrimmage.

Ferguson: ???

Judon: ???

Leading the chase, Ferguson saw just a glimpse of red flash out, his steps instinctively starting, while Li Wei, at the forty-yard line, turned, stopped, reached out, and caught the ball in a seamless motion, completing the catch effortlessly within a five-yard radius free of any interference.

Wait, just like that?

Everyone was stunned, not just Ferguson, Arrowhead Stadium was stunned, the live broadcast was stunned, no one comprehended the series of events, how Li Wei emerged from there, how Mahomes connected with Li Wei?

What's going on?

The Baltimore Ravens defense was in complete disarray, they never realized their defense could have such a severe mismatch; and still weren't clear what happened, like seeing magic for the first time.

Their brains collectively crashed.

Of course, except for Li Wei.

With both hands, he secured the football, embraced it, agilely landing on the ground, without a pause, Li Wei had already turned 180 degrees.

Facing the end zone, he launched, kicked off, and dashed away like a whirlwind.

Nimble, agile, deft, his elegant and fluid motion was absolutely pleasing to the eye, mesmerizing all onlookers with that streak of red.

Ferguson didn't have time to think, relying purely on instinct, continued charging to close in on Li Wei, helplessly watching as Li Wei completed the catch, turned, and continued running, causing him to subconsciously quicken his pace, clenching his teeth as he surged forward.

However, before he could get close, Li Wei had already drifted away.

One step, two steps.

Ferguson watched helplessly as the gap between them visibly widened, his speed reaching its peak yet still unable to catch up, plunging him into a chasm of despair, his breath caught.

The next second, Judon had already completed the overtake, unleashing his speed advantage, rocketing up.

Tap tap tap, tap tap tap.

Dust billowed.

Watching, Judon seemed to close the distance, and his explosive power momentarily shrank the space, quickly closing in on the midfield line following Li Wei's footsteps.

However, Li Wei accelerated.

No, Li Wei didn't accelerate, Judon exhausted his strength, his speed failed to keep up; yet Li Wei continued to be strong, rolling onward like a storm, the reduced distance effortlessly reopening.

Blood boiling, passions surging——

Just like an Olympic 100-meter sprint final, no fancy tricks, purely a speed confrontation yet driving the entire Arrowhead Stadium into a frenzy.

Judon didn't give up, refused to give up, gritting his teeth fully pursuing; but the more he ran, the more desperate, helplessly watching the number twenty-eight shrink in the distance.

Everything, too fast, truly fast as lightning.

Within a mere two or three seconds, Kansas City Chiefs had completed the pass and catch along with a series of actions, Li Wei not only easily seized the first down but also crossed midfield, like a sharp sword continually breaking through.

Everyone was stunned.

Not to mention others, even Thomas guarding the backfield was startled.

What... what is happening?

Another safety Jefferson was in the middle of the field, but as a strong safety, his speed was a hundred percent unable to keep up, even starting immediately was futile, it all depended on Thomas now.

Thomas knew he was the last line of defense, but he didn't expect the imminent threat to come in so fast and furious.

Having been battle-tested countless times with the Seattle Seahawks, Thomas was full of confidence, believing he had witnessed all tactics, even though his current physical condition was not like the "Bombing Corps" at their peak, his experience was more than enough to stand among the league's top——

No offense to anyone, but everyone here is trash.

Li Wei is trash, Mahomes is trash, Jackson is trash, Jefferson is trash. These guys are nothing in front of the Bombing Corps. No exceptions.

Then, an unexpected turn occurred.

Li Wei suddenly emerged from a crack in the stone, and like lightning, he broke through, catching Thomas off guard.

Damn.

Despite the expletive, Thomas reacted swiftly, immediately rushing full force toward Li Wei.

Amid the bustling gazes of the entire audience, they watched Li Wei cut to the sideline, once again showcasing the style of an edgerunner.

After crossing midfield, the forty-yard line!

Thirty-yard line!

Thomas cut horizontally, attempting with a sweeping cross-blade motion to knock Li Wei out of bounds, decisively ending this ridiculous attack.

Everyone, held their breaths.

Yet, in the blink of an eye, Li Wei, neither showy nor hesitant, took a deep breath, maintaining a steady even pace inexplicably uplifting a notch.

In just two or three steps, Li Wei overtook at the moment he was about to collide with Thomas, forcefully breaking through with speed.

A streak of red light, like a shooting star.

Thomas's determined strike, hit nothing but air, leaving him bewildered as he flew out of bounds.

Quick secondary response!

But Thomas, with a point of his right foot, made a sharp stop and change of direction, continuing to madly chase Li Wei, but missing the only chance, was no longer possible, watching that figure in despair.

Twenty-five-yard line.

Twenty-yard line.

All noise, all thoughts faded, the entire world reduced to that streak of red, along the sideline, dashing full speed ahead like wind and lightning.

Thomas was chasing, Ferguson, Jefferson, Humphrey, and others were all chasing, the entire Baltimore Ravens defense in full pursuit, trying to salvage the disaster.

But ——

One wrong step leads to another.

In just a blink of eye's shock, the entire situation had completely overturned.

Then, they could only watch as the red number twenty-three pierced their hearts, pushing them into a chasm of despair.

Once again.

Fifteen-yard line!

Ten-yard line!

Five-yard line!

Li Wei turned around, back to the end zone, leisurely slowing down, walking backward into the end zone, arms spread wide, falling back into an ocean, snuffing the roaring black wave of the Baltimore Ravens behind him.

Touchdown, without a doubt.