Capítulo 1492: Chapter 1491: Turbo Cyclone
“First Gear, Ten Yards.”
“Quick short pass, Mahos connects with a three-yard short pass to Kelsey, the release so fast, it gives the San Francisco 49ers Defensive group no chance to step up.”
“Li Wei! Watkins! Teaming up to open the path! Kelsey relies on his personal ability to continue advancing!”
“Sherman! Sherman tries to commit a foul, but fails to grab Kelsey’s jersey, Kelsey breaks free.”
“Five yards, seven yards!”
“Brilliant.”
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“Second Gear, Three Yards.”
“Modern outside area attack system, Mahos and Li Wei leave the pocket side by side, pass? Run? The San Francisco 49ers clearly hesitant in their judgnt!”
“Pass! Short pass, seven yards, Hardman open!”
“Hardman cuts across from behind Kelsey, creating an opening! Double-tead, Hardman can’t push forward, but easily completes the catch!”
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“First Gear, Ten Yards.”
“‘Cheating Motion’! Hill dashes along the sideline, Cornerback Moseley interferes with the pass and commits a foul, but the offense continues, Hill retreats.”
“Mahos, ah, the pass arc is slightly too large, flies out of the sideline.”
“Nevertheless, Moseley’s Yellow Flag foul still gives the Kansas City Chiefs a first down. Kansas City Chiefs quickly line up without a pause.”
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“First Gear, Ten Yards!”
“Pass——no, run, fake pass run!”
“Li Wei holds the ball!”
“Wall of people! The San Francisco 49ers Defensive line reacts tily with a swarm tactic, the offensive line and defensive line entirely tangled together.”
“Li Wei hits the wall!”
“But Li Wei doesn’t give up, Bosa attempts to tackle Li Wei but fails.”
Pressure, tension, coming at him, penetrating skin and flesh, beginning to crush bones, even the soul can feel the overwhelming force.
The San Francisco 49ers enter frenzy mode, Shanahan seems to have lost all restraint, tightening the defense net, everyone fighting desperately.
But the Kansas City Chiefs won’t be outdone, they’re increasing the offensive pace with Wuju rchant offense, trying to find a gap in the San Francisco 49ers’ chaos for a quick advance.
Winning in chaos.
The back-and-forth entanglent compresses the thinking and breathing space of both sides, everything relies on imdiate reactions, the true test of the teams’ essence arrives—
The thing Shanahan feared most, ultimately happening, Kansas City Chiefs enter Wuju rchant offense mode, forcibly speeding up the pace, trying to escape Shanahan’s direct control over the San Francisco 49ers Defensive group.
Shanahan, under imnse pressure, no ti for careful layout, the interval for tactical adjustnts between attacks might be just a few seconds, so the San Francisco 49ers Defensive group can only keep pressing.
Confrontation, counterattack, the standoff reaches a bloody edge stage.
Mahos feels the pressure too, an unsettling atmosphere, surrounded, the decline in stamina affects passing accuracy, he needs a breather.
Thus, in the Wuju rchant offense, Mahos still entrusts the football to Li Wei—
A hundred percent trust.
Like Mahos, as soon as Li Wei starts moving, he hits the wall, the San Francisco 49ers Defensive line rudely steps up to press.
Not a blitz, just relying on nurical superiority for a bull-through-the-mountains strategy, even the offensive line players beco weapons, facing head-on.
However, Li Wei doesn’t give up, after crashing into his offensive line teammate’s back, he does a counter-clockwise spin, trying to break through on the sidelines.
The San Francisco 49ers are prepared too, Bosa giving it his all, bursts through the ss, darts at Li Wei.
Dangerously, on the verge, Li Wei makes a quick change of direction, narrowly evading Bosa.
His foot slips, nearly falls, his legs trembling intensely, barely supporting his body, calves quivering, feeling like his steps are slipping.
No ti to breathe, no ti to think, Li Wei uses his left hand on the ground, crawling back his balance amidst bumps and sways.
Looking up, a white expanse ahead, surging air currents besiege the red flas, those flas nearly vanishing in the gale.
However, Li Wei remains exceptionally calm, the more tired, the calr, amidst stalemate, even calr, slightly tiptoes, takes a breath, trying to keep his steps light, swaying with the wind.
Shift to the left——fake move.
Move to the right, Kelsey swiftly crashes to the left, uses his body as a shield against the white storm, even as tall and strong as Kelsey, he appears particularly small compared to the nurical advantage, unable to block air currents, yet Kelsey resolutely blocks the shot.
Opportunity!
Left foot, right foot, push off the ground.
Left foot, right foot, start.
Li Wei feels like his chest is burning, out of breath, no oxygen, no energy, could be swallowed into darkness any mont.
But Li Wei is fully focused, light steps cut through the outside area from behind Kelsey along the sidelines, tap, tap-tap, running faster and faster.
A white air current accurately blocks Li Wei’s running path.
Sherman: No one can pass !
Sherman, leaps; Li Wei, charges.
Head-on encounter, Sherman grabs Li Wei’s waist tightly, yet at the mont of critical juncture, Li Wei spins clockwise, deviates from the track of force, shakes off Sherman, pounces back to the sideline, continues charging after a 360-degree spin.
Sherman: …Damn. Damn damn damn damn damn ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
Li Wei is surfing on skies, with the earth spinning, dizzy, next second could be flung out of bounds by centrifugal force, feeling his insides tumbling, could vomit any mont, that urge stubbornly curling, as if an alien is raring to burst out, but a primal instinct from the soul grips the heart, barely maintains balance amidst the storm.
Left foot, right foot, push off the ground.
This is the only thought in Li Wei’s mind, holding his breath, on tiptoe, dancing on a knife’s edge.
Five yards.
Ten yards.
The second white storm rushes in from the left, quarterback Kewan Williams.
Li Wei has no ti to discern, instinctively spins counter-clockwise again, evades Kewan, teetering, stumbling, playing with fire on the sideline.
The entire stadium holds its breath, unbelieving their eyes, even more tense than Li Wei.
Thirteen yards!
Safety Tate gallops in, precisely aiming at Li Wei like a withered leaf, crashes into him, finally ends Li Wei’s unbelievable acrobatic performance.
“Edgerunner!”
This is the only thought in the live broadcast room, energy explodes, skin tingles.
Li Wei, yet still doesn’t lose his balance, flipping out of bounds, continuously spinning, landing amidst Kansas City Chiefs players, Fuller and others supporting Li Wei with their bodies to prevent injury, pushing him back to the field.
Li Wei has no ti to breathe, quickly hands the football to the referee, ignoring the disheveled Tate lying on the ground, directly running to Mahos.
Formation set, position settled, Kansas City Chiefs are ready to continue offense, aggressive rhythm refusing any respite, even the live broadcast room and spectators are dragged into this storm.
Mahos already declares the snap.
“Attack!”
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