The flow is rapid, crowded, and surging, with roars echoing. Everything seed to play out at ten tis the speed, ever-changing, leaving almost no ti to catch a breath.
Tate is entangling Li Wei, waiting for support.
Greenlaw is sprinting at full speed, targeting the back of number twenty-three, closer, closer still, ready to embrace the next collision.
At this mont, Li Wei suddenly brakes, halting his steps.
Tate continues running.
Greenlaw keeps pushing forward.
Neither anticipated this scene and couldn’t stop in ti, their bodies propelled by the inertia of forward montum, astonishingly overtaking Li Wei.
If this were a hundred-ter sprint, they could start celebrating, for they finally overtook soone right before the finish line, paying no heed to Li Wei.
Yet, it isn’t.
Tate: ???
Greenlaw: ???
The world montarily hits a pause. Already chaotic order is completely overturned, making the entire Hard Rock Stadium’s reaction lag behind the tempo, senselessly shouting amidst the storm, the full-stadium noise roaring and forming a storm.
Tate reacts quickly, slamming the brakes at the cliff, stopping and turning hurriedly, running back toward Li Wei.
Greenlaw, just a bit slower, prepares to turn and chase back, only to see Li Wei starting up again, heading straight towards him.
Is this a self-initiated trap?
Greenlaw holds his breath, sinks his energy to the dantian, ready to welco Li Wei like a tree waiting for a rabbit.
At this critical mont, Li Wei slightly shifts his steps towards the sideline, Greenlaw instinctively spreads his arms and stretches out his left hand trying to intercept.
Then, bam!
Tate, following Li Wei, crashes straight into Greenlaw, who loses his balance and is knocked back, stumbling away.
Bam!
Greenlaw collides right into Li Wei, not as imagined, because Li Wei, following the force of the collision, flies towards the sideline.
Greenlaw’s insides are burning and tumbling, but he can’t care about that now, stumbling as he moves laterally along Li Wei’s body, trying to push him out of bounds.
One step. Two steps, three steps. Four steps.
Seeing the sideline so close, Greenlaw feels a burst of joy, exerting one last force, collapsing backward.
Unexpectedly, Li Wei presses against Greenlaw’s back and suddenly spins 360 degrees counterclockwise, clearing space and slipping away from Greenlaw.
Greenlaw’s back support vanishes, and with a shift in force and center of gravity, he rolls right out, tumbling like a gourd. Amid the chaos and turbulence, a glimpse of a red shadow is seen awakening this red ocean of Hard Rock Stadium.
Li Wei is frantically dancing on the edge of a knife.
On tiptoe, he continues forward along the sideline, his swaying center of gravity like a kite in a storm, with the tensioning wire about to snap at any mont.
Ha!
At this mont, it’s clear to see, the entire Hard Rock Stadium stands up, hearts rushing to their throats, with cheers and screams on the verge of erupting, only to choke at the last mont, dazedly watching Li Wei’s precarious and unsteady figure, stuck midway.
Hold your breath!
Forty-yard line.
Tate’s steps, after colliding with Greenlaw in chaos, are barely controlled with hands and feet as he resus chasing after Li Wei.
Thirty-five-yard line.
Closer, even closer, almost reaching Li Wei, that body akin to a rootless duckweed is within his grasp.
Yet, just then!
The elusive twenty-three regains his balance in the storm, his speed picking up, Tate’s fingertips already sensing the texture of the jersey, but then watching helplessly as the gap widens in front of them.
A bit. A bit further.
"Li Wei."
"Li Wei never gives up, after breaking free, sprints full speed along the sideline."
"God!"
"Li Wei, Edgerunner takes the stage again, Li Wei is speeding up!"
"Thirty-yard line!"
"Twenty-five-yard line!"
"Li Wei’s speed is unleashed, Tate is in pursuit, but the gap is visibly widening!"
"Twenty-yard line!"
"Fifteen-yard line!"
"Incredible! God, what are we witnessing! Li Wei breaks through, riding ahead, the San Francisco 49ers’ entire defensive group is bewildered!"
"At this very mont, all of the San Francisco 49ers’ defensive players chase from behind. However, Li Wei!"
"Full speed unleashed!"
So it happens, the thousandth and first ti—
When the defense players try to intercept and tackle Li Wei, seemingly succeeding, but miss the opportunity by a hair, the advantage of the confrontation instantly reverses.
Then, Li Wei’s speed is fully unleashed, like a single arrow piercing through the defensive net, leaving the entire defensive group far behind.
Ahead, exactly so.
A streak of red, leading the charge, running faster and faster, gradually widening the gap; behind, the San Francisco 49ers’ white away jerseys form a contiguous line, desperately trying to extinguish that fiery spark, only to watch that red glow brighter and hotter.
Sail away!
"Ten-yard line!"
"Five-yard line!"
"Li Wei, Kansas City Chiefs’ number twenty-three, with an MVP caliber performance, tears through the San Francisco 49ers’ Heavenly Net!"
"The entire world is witnessing Li Wei!"
"San Francisco 49ers’ old flaws resurface! Although their Red Zone ground defense is top league, outside the Red Zone, they frequently falter, allowing large gains more than once or twice in the regular season; tonight, it becos the first breakthrough point for Li Wei against the defense!"
"Seven-man defense!"
"A total of seven, Heavenly Net, but the San Francisco 49ers still cannot stop Li Wei, instead becoming witnesses to Li Wei’s Super Bowl miracle performance."
"Unbelievable!"
"But, touchdown."
"Touchd-d-d-d-down ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah...!"
Bang.
In an instant, joy rushes to the head, a tingling sensation and even a feeling of incontinence as the whole body trembles uncontrollably.
"Touchdown."
"This is a touchdown. Kansas City Chiefs touchdown. From Li Wei. The two-ti defending champions strike first at the crossroads of history. Less than sixty seconds into the ga, the Kansas City Chiefs have already clinched a touchdown."
"Li Wei! Touchdown!"
"With a sixty-one-yard dash, evading seven tackles, clearing a path with a straight arm block, finally relying on absolute speed to break through from the sideline—one decisive shot."
Magnificent, abundant, the passion in the chest flooding all at once.
Buck only now realizes the tingling in his scalp, turning to see similar amazent and admiration on his three broadcasting partners’ faces. They weren’t even ntally prepared, overwheld, for once showing a bit of clumsiness.
At this mont, Buck finally cos to himself a bit, turning again, seeing at once the twenty-three in the end zone.
Dashing away!
Breaking through with unstoppable force!
Sweeping all before him!
Li Wei stands in the end zone, holds up his right hand high, raises one finger, "1," making a gesture—
A touchdown, a beginning.
Despite panting heavily and sweating profusely, despite knees and body trembling slightly, Li Wei lifts his chin high, confidently and unwaveringly gazing toward the red ocean before him.
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