Dominate the Super Bowl Chapter 829 - 829 828 Shocking Waves

Chapter 829: 828 Shocking Waves Chapter 829: 828 Shocking Waves Teetering, precarious, like a dance on a high-wire.

Yet graceful, agile, elegant, effortlessly stealing the breath of the entire stadium.

Until that streak of red burst past the thirty-yard line, unable to stay balanced, floating to the ground, ending the show.

Ah!

The entire Arrowhead Stadium.

Ahhh!

The entire Kansas City.

Exploded into a frenzy, roars and howls crashing like tidal waves, reverberating everywhere.

Li Wei again.

Who would have thought, trapped in a third-and-seven predicant, the Kansas City Chiefs chose a screen short-pass fake handoff running play, giving the football to Li Wei again. The collaboration between Mahos and Li Wei seamlessly tore through the New England Patriots’ freshly sparked montum, overwhelming them with thunderous force and seizing the initiative of victory.

At this mont, Li Wei was king, accepting the worship of his loyal subjects!

But Li Wei was not satisfied. His eyes, filled with killing intent, scanned the entire stadium. After briefly celebrating, he turned back to the lineup.

The ga wasn’t over yet.

Gunpowder was thick in the air.

The New England Patriots’ defensive group felt frustrated, confused.

Though their efficient defense on the previous two downs had forced the opposing team into a third-and-long, overall, their defensive efforts during overti had been thoroughly dominated. From a tactical standpoint, they were outmatched, with no positioning, no coordination, riddled with holes—a sieve, essentially.

The Kansas City Chiefs were advancing with total superiority, controlling the ga entirely.

If things continued this way, the ga might end in the next thirty seconds.

Panting heavily, drenched in sweat, the exhausted players turned to Belichick.

The legendary coach remained expressionless, still calm, still steady, seemingly oblivious to the crisis at hand. He made swift and decisive moves to command the situation—

Looking at Li Wei’s movents, it was clear the Kansas City Chiefs wouldn’t leave any breathing room; they intended to keep up their montum and aim for an end-zone touchdown.

So, there was no ti to be confused.

The New England Patriots wouldn’t lose.

Belichick firmly rembered what had just happened—they’d reached the red zone, but Berry’s interception of Brady had completely shifted the tide.

Looking further back, the Super Bowl against the Atlanta Falcons, down by twenty-five points at their worst; and the Super Bowl facing the Seattle Seahawks, where the Seahawks were poised on the one-yard line for a ga-winning play.

In those monts, did the New England Patriots ever falter?

No.

The Kansas City Chiefs now were essentially a rehash of that year’s Seattle Seahawks—both reigning champions, both teetering on the edge of the cliff, both erupting with unbelievable offensive energy, forcing the Patriots defensive group to the brink.

Back then, in the dying seconds, the Seahawks, perched on the one-yard line in front of the end zone—one touchdown would clinch a coback victory, securing back-to-back Super Bowl titles and centing their legacy as the second team in the millennium to achieve this. But the New England Patriots, with one intercept, rewrote history, snatching the championship right out of the Seahawks’ grip.

It was that simple.

So, against the Kansas City Chiefs, Belichick wasn’t fazed in the slightest.

Imdiately, Belichick formulated his plan, his gaze sharp as a hawk’s, keenly observing every move unfolding on the field, fully grasping the situation.

“Apply pressure!”

Belichick stuck firmly to his strategy.

It wasn’t obstinacy but unshakable belief that constant pressure could crush Mahos.

Perhaps it wouldn’t break Li Wei, this rookie had repeatedly proven his ntal toughness and resilience; but Mahos was still too young. During the regular season this year, interceptions had consistently plagued Mahos. Indeed, back in Week 6, the Patriots had turned the tables through an interception from Mahos.

Just one would do—like they had against Seattle Seahawks quarterback Russell Wilson.

So, persistent pass-rushing pressure. Belichick’s command rang unwaveringly clear.

“Attack!”

The Kansas City Chiefs wasted no ti, quickly snapping the ball, getting into rhythm.

Mahos imdiately felt the heat; his fingertips had barely grazed the football’s rough leather, not even a blink of an eye, when crashing sounds mixed with sweltering heat waves lunged at him, wild and ferocious.

Backpedaling, backpedaling, continuously retreating.

Mahos shuffled his feet back rapidly, creating distance; but there was still no ti to survey the field. He instantly realized the Patriots had sent a six-man rush. Moreover, Belichick had adjusted the pass rush strategy, exploiting positioning and timing changes to tear straight through pocket protection.

Directly ahead, charging full force—

Hightower. Roberts.

The duo burst through gaps like deranged writers from “The Shining,” smashing through doors, arms furiously flailing in frenzied nace.

nacing!

Mahos reflexively scanned the short-pass area for targets.

Damien and Kelsey were there.

This ti, the Chiefs had deployed the double running back tactic, with Li Wei and Damien on the field simultaneously, lined up in shotgun formation. Right from the onset, they had treated the two running backs like wide receivers, hoping to mislead Belichick with the positioning.

On the surface, it looked like a shotgun formation paired with a double running back tactic to mask a fake handoff play; but in reality, it was a pure shotgun passing strategy. Both backs had sprinted outward, scattering five receiving options across the field.

However, in this ga of chess, Belichick wasn’t deceived. Staying true to his thods, he focused on pass-rushing pressure to shatter the pocket and establish montum.

Simultaneously, the secondary defense tightened, employing man-to-man coverage—

A perfect fit.

Total one-on-one, tight coverage.

This usually ant Kelsey, as a tight end matched against a cornerback, had the advantage. So Mahos instinctively searched for Kelsey’s position.

But Kelsey had two defenders converging on him in a double-team.

Mahos froze montarily but quickly realized—wait, then who was left uncovered?

It couldn’t be Li Wei or Hill, could it be Watkins?

In the blink of an eye, thoughts raced; Mahos had no ti to continue seeking Damien’s position. Seeing Kelsey trapped in double coverage implied that targeting him required pinpoint accuracy, or it could lead to another interception risk.

Mahos didn’t want an interception at this critical juncture.

But the priority was Hightower and Roberts weren’t giving him breathing space to adjust.

Two devastating forces at the door!

The two figures advanced head-on, forcing Mahos to refocus his attention forward, confronting the sack threat with his body coiled in tension.

Darting left, sliding right, yet finding no escape.

In continuous retreat, Mahos feigned a move to break left but executed a fake-out, abruptly shifting right instead. With a quick stop and change in direction, he bought himself precious seconds, darting cross-field to the right.

Roberts lunged for a takedown, only to inadvertently block Hightower’s path. The two, eyes locked, were about to stumble together.

Incredibly, Mahos slipped through again, narrowly ducking under Roberts’ grasping arms, pivoting back to move laterally to the left once more.

Roberts attempted to follow, shifting to his right.

Hightower reacted slower by a beat, sticking to his left.

Crunch!

Hightower and Roberts collided head-on.

Opportunity!