Chapter 1472: Chapter 1471: Blood Splatter
“21:14.”
The entire stadium roared, Hard Rock Stadium transford into a sea of red, with San Francisco 49ers fans and neutral fans collectively plunging into frenzy.
It happened, and it’s unfolding—
The San Francisco 49ers overtook the lead, for the first ti leading in the entire ga, and in this ultimate showdown of the Super Bowl, they made their mark:
We ca for the championship!
“Wow, I think we all got it wrong.”
Buck said.
Admitting mistakes and correcting them is an excellent quality, unlike soone like Bart in the ‘League’ who stubbornly refuses to admit fault, reducing himself to a joke.
“Shanahan knows what he’s doing, he’s resolute and unwavering. Who knows, maybe everything is going according to plan.”
“In the second half, the San Francisco 49ers were the first to attack. Shanahan successfully seized the opportunity, continuing the rhythm since the second quarter, and scored a touchdown.”
“Now the San Francisco 49ers have found their rhythm, and the pressure is on the Kansas City Chiefs. Can they adjust in ti to get back on track?”
“Obviously, Shanahan understands the capability of the Kansas City Chiefs Offense. The test now falls on the San Francisco 49ers Defensive group, who have always emphasized their ability to defeat the Kansas City Chiefs’ offense. Now it’s ti to prove themselves. The excitent of this Super Bowl is still rising.”
San Francisco 49ers, they deliver on their promises—
An impenetrable defense, layered and airtight, comparable to a fortress.
The pressure from their zone defense forced Mahos to be extra cautious with his throws.
Occasionally, with no passing target, he had to reconsider; at tis, pressure from the defensive front made his footsteps stagger, causing his release to be even more cautious, and eventually, slower.
As previously ntioned, the Kansas City Chiefs’ offense relies on speed—one of which is the tempo, with Mahos’ release as quick and clean as Reed and Shanahan both pursue in their offensive strategies. Shanahan is now forcing the Kansas City Chiefs to slow down.
The confrontation becos more and more intense and tense, with pressure mounting steadily.
The Kansas City Chiefs withstand the pressure to achieve two first downs, approaching the midfield, but again fall into a third-and-three position. Mahos fakes a pass run to draw attention, after a deceptive fake, hands the football to Li Wei.
In this offensive wave, the Kansas City Chiefs went for a run on the first down, a run on second and third down; this ti, they reversed it, passing on first and second down, running on third, with Mahos’ excellent fake moves providing cover, creating an opportunity for Li Wei.
A stop and change of direction, effortlessly shaking off Nick Bosa, surpassing that obstacle, continuing forward.
Bosa: …
Humiliation. Absolute humiliation.
Last season, he and Li Wei were neck and neck, deadlocked in powerful clashes, filled with vigor and pride, competing on a high level. He believed he could beco a top superstar in the league alongside Li Wei, fighting for the Super Bowl victory.
This season, he finally stands on the Super Bowl stage, competing with Li Wei for the championship, and the team’s performance has revived entirely, yet he has beco nothing more than an insignificant clown, unable to even touch the hem of Li Wei’s jersey throughout the ga, present but absent.
Things shouldn’t be like this.
A mix of anger and sha ignites his rationality, impulsiveness instantly takes over, clouding his vision, Bosa unhesitatingly makes an urgent stop and turns:
The back of number twenty-three appears before him.
Li Wei is looking for gaps in the impenetrable defense—
One step. Two steps.
The first down is within reach, yet, two linen and the quarterback are all in sight.
San Francisco 49ers adopt a rotation, with three players not in the starting lineup. Li Wei doesn’t have ti to scrutinize them, instead focusing on their eyes.
A pause, a fake to the left.
Sure enough, both linen moved, but it’s a fake move. Li Wei quickly steps to the right, changing direction rapidly, turning into a blur.
Right then, the middle lineman reacts quickly, preparing to work with the quarterback nearby for a stop, as the quarterback takes a step forward.
But unexpectedly, it’s still a fake move.
Li Wei pulls his steps back and charges straight at the central lineman.
Everything happens in a flash, and the defenders on both sides have no ti to react, as Li Wei charges hard into that lineman.
Whoosh!
The lineman couldn’t lower his body to adjust his center of gravity in ti, standing stiffly, taking the brunt of a trendous force like a mummy, toppling backward directly.
Unable to mount any resistance, simply a powerless roadblock that gets knocked aside with ease.
The path ahead of Li Wei is entirely clear—
Open field!
Li Wei continues charging forward without hesitation.
Yet, at that mont, a blow cos from the waist at the back, like ringing a bell, the helt collided with his back igniting an instant force, disrupting balance and center of gravity, sending Li Wei flying.
The quarterback, approaching head-on.
Li Wei loses balance mid-air, unable to adjust, as his helt crashes hard into another helt.
BANG!
A mighty force surges forward, the vision goes black instantly, the next second, a bloody scent rushes through the helt, gravitational pull dragging the body down heavily.
“Yellow Flag!”
“Foul!”
“Bosa with a rough defense, helt to the back collision on Li Wei, it’s a hundred percent rough defense.”
“Terrible. Ugly. Dirty. It’s simply horrifying!”
Huh!
The heart stops beating.
Thalia is stunned, completely frozen, staring intently at the familiar figure curled up on the ground, a silhouette appearing more fragile and shattered than ever before. Fear grips the heart tightly, making breathing impossible, forgetting how to breathe.
On the side, Kelsey steps forward, a surge of power explodes, sending Bosa flying.
Shit!
Kelsey cannot control his anger, witnessing Bosa’s sneak attack from behind, ramming Li Wei’s lower back with a helt.
Dirty! Shaless! Ugly!
Revolting!
“I’ll kill you.” Kelsey can’t control himself, “I’ll punch you until you take your last gasp, you despicable coward!”
Chaos erupts on the field, Kansas City Chiefs and San Francisco 49ers players brawl entirely, pushing and cursing each other, smoke and tension filling the air.
Hardman doesn’t step forward; he’s the first to run toward Li Wei, “Professor, professor?”
Hardman notices, his voice trembling, an unprecedented terror and panic clutching his heart, squeezing out word by word.
Li Wei lies still on the ground.
This throws Hardman into despair; he looks around, “Help, we need help here, team doctor, team doctor.”
Using all his strength, he realizes his voice remains stuck in his throat.
Then, Li Wei rolls over, spread-eagle on the ground, removing his helt, and Hardman sighs in relief. But the next second, he sees Li Wei covering his nose with his hands, blood still oozing through his fingers, shocking and vivid, the pungent sll of blood blocking his throat.
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