"So."
Li Wei paused.
"Watch us perform."
As expected, everything went as Li Wei anticipated. Arians didn’t take risks; they chose a one-point conversion. The special duty group successfully kicked it in, taking the lead again.
"41:38".
Arians isn’t one for risky decisions; he didn’t dare risk a failed two-point conversion. If that failed, "40:38," the Kansas City Chiefs would only need a field goal to clinch the ga. Deep down, Arians still didn’t trust his defense group.
Or rather, he feared the Kansas City Chiefs offense group.
In the end, Arians opted for the safer one-point conversion, which ant the Kansas City Chiefs needed a touchdown. If they only scored a field goal, it would lead to overti, giving the Tampa Bay Buccaneers more freedom.
However, this small move revealed Arians’ inner calculation—
He had no confidence in those final thirty-three seconds.
You couldn’t bla Arians. In the entire league, no team facing the all-or-nothing Kansas City Chiefs could have absolute confidence.
The team doctor asked Watt to leave for an examination; continuous leg cramps weren’t a good sign, but Watt refused. He insisted on staying. With the team, fighting until the last mont.
The Kansas City Chiefs defense group was no different. Led by Chris Jones, they stood shoulder to shoulder on the sidelines, watching the offense group take the field.
The wind howled, and the 55th Super Bowl had only thirty-three seconds left, yet the real excitent was just reaching its peak.
Indeed, Li Wei’s judgnt was accurate again. The Tampa Bay Buccaneers special duty group kicked the football directly out of bounds, giving no chance at all.
However, this scene in the eyes of the Kansas City Chiefs defense group was t with exchanged glances and smiles all around. Arians, clueless, watched the Kansas City Chiefs with their relaxed and natural deanor, standing on the edge of a cliff yet still chatting and laughing.
Damn it!
Arians felt only a surge of irritation.
In the stands, this scene unfolded in Thalia’s eyes. Although she was so nervous she could hardly breathe and barely dared to open her eyes, a smile still crept onto her lips.
Thalia rembered Li Wei’s words: Give it your all, fight to the end. Leave no regrets, then face any outco with head held high.
Thalia took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and started clapping her hands.
Clap. Boom.
Clap. Boom.
Two claps and a jump.
After a whole night of shouting and screaming, her voice was barely holding up, yet the energy within her continued to surge uncontrollably.
She wanted to fight alongside the team.
And so she did.
One after another, she steadily transmitted her strength like ripples spreading through the crowd, more direct than words, using her body to feel it.
Clap! Boom!
Uniform and powerful, like the declaration of the Kansas City Chiefs.
No matter the difficulties, no matter the storms, they will always fight side by side, never abandoning, until the end of ti.
Carter noticed, with a smile blooming.
He wasn’t afraid or nervous, not because he was certain of victory—they might win or lose, anything was possible—but because he knew that whatever the outco, they would face it together, hand in hand.
So let the storm rage on.
The sound waves rolled in layers.
The Kansas City Chiefs offense group had already lined up on the field.
At their own twenty-five-yard line, first down and ten yards to go.
Thirty-three seconds, two tiouts.
That’s all there was; the outco of the 55th Super Bowl would soon be revealed.
However, the offense group appeared especially relaxed, exchanging high-fives without conversation or shout-outs. They didn’t need any—after four seasons of trials and tribulations, the bonds and trust between them were deeply etched into their bones.
This scene was being watched not just by the team.
Alex Smith. Justin Houston. Eric Berry. Reggie Ragland. Kendall Fuller.
And so on and on.
Forr mbers of the Kansas City Chiefs, now players on other teams, also couldn’t help but stand behind the Kansas City Chiefs again, reigniting the passion and frenzy in their veins. The fervor of those montous years burned freely as each joined the ranks of high-fives and jumps.
Once a chieftain, always a chieftain.
Alex Smith never anticipated that he would stand up, towering like a mber of the Kansas City Chiefs, standing on the sidelines.
The hurricane surged mightily.
An invisible pressure began to crush down upon the Tampa Bay Buccaneers defense group. Brady sensed it, standing on the sidelines, yelling frantically.
"Damn them. Hit them. Go."
He shouted until he was hoarse, his face flushed with effort.
Yet Mahos paid no mind to Brady, directly declaring the snap.
"Attack!"
Bam, bam, bam bam.
Mahos grasped the ball with both hands, his eyes swiftly scanning. He imdiately noticed the Tampa Bay Buccaneers defense line fully pressing up. Arians understood, in such a critical mont, they absolutely couldn’t allow Mahos to comfortably pass since Mahos possessed the ga-winning long-pass ability just like Rodgers.
Pressure and pass rush, that’s the key.
Mahos was very calm, rely taking a backward step, glancing toward Kelsey on the right, already preparing for a quick throw.
Brady’s specialty, Mahos was equally adept.
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