Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 665 - : 664 Chinese Kung Fu

Chapter 665: 664 Chinese Kung Fu

Quick, everything was accelerating, fully accelerating, truly ever-changing in an instant.

Saggs had no time to think, relying solely on instinct and experience.

He moved laterally.

Li Wei moved longitudinally.

As opposed to the recent “Li Wei vs. Urban,” Li Wei ran a ninety-degree perpendicular route, intending to break past Saggs’s interception with his speed.

This tactic, from last year to this year, Li Wei had used countless times and it was invariably successful, showcasing his explosive acceleration to the world.

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But that was because the Kansas City Chiefs had not yet encountered the Baltimore Ravens.

They were prepared.

Saggs had been vigilant, fully alert, and charged forward the moment he sensed movement.

Accelerate, accelerate!

You kid, just hit the wall here!

With speed and power stretched to the limit, a hint of pity flashed in Saggs’s eyes, as if he could see the frustration and gloom Li Wei would feel upon being thwarted.

However, at that moment—

Li Wei braked sharply, stopping his full-tilt charge completely.

Saggs continued to move laterally.

Li Wei, however, stopped sprinting longitudinally.

It was like being at a crossroads with traffic lights.

Saggs stared wide-eyed in astonishment at Li Wei’s sudden brake, joy turning to horror as he instinctively tried to stop sharply and turn to follow, but his tightly stretched body swung out with inertia.

This is bad!

With a sharp brake, Saggs failed to plant his feet firmly, almost slipping and falling face-first, clumsily bracing his body with hands and feet, managing not to look embarrassed, yet could only watch that flash of red smoothly changing direction, drifting past him on the right.

Just a brake.

Originally, Li Wei intended to break from Saggs’s left side but created a timing difference instead, allowing Saggs to overshoot and then broke from his right side.

Saggs’s old face reddened, his cheeks like ripe tomatoes, ready to explode, breath stuck in his chest, his steps slipped again, knees unable to support the force, and he clumsily fell down.

Damn! Damn, damn!

Saggs had not been humiliated like this for a long, long time.

Li Wei: No time to care. Not even time to scoff.

With a pivot, he maneuvered around Saggs, but there was absolutely no time to relax, as linebacker Mosley on his left front side was coming at him fiercely—

Not unexpected.

Every layer of the Baltimore Ravens Defense was masterful, their concerted pressure leaving no breathing space for the offensive group of the Kansas City Chiefs.

Mahomes included, and Li Wei as well, they had both profoundly experienced it.

But Li Wei also knew, if he could break through, a vacuum area would open up in the short pass zone ahead, it would all depend on how timely the cornerbacks and safeties could follow up.

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Therefore—

This scene was not unexpected.

To be more precise, Li Wei was waiting for it, aware that there would be more to come.

Indeed!

Well done.

Li Wei firmly locked onto Mosley, another major player in the Baltimore Ravens Defense, inhaling deeply, contracting his abdomen, gathering his energy, holding his breath completely.

He stopped in his tracks and feinted to the right.

Step by step, Mosley immediately followed, unlike his direct confrontation with Saggs. Given time to buffer, he could observe and judge, keeping his center of gravity light to keep up with Li Wei’s change of direction.

After all, Li Wei’s speed and strength had declined after breaking through two barriers.

Li Wei braked again, continued feinting to the right.

Step by step, Mosley closely shadowed Li Wei, matching him in the small-area rapid turn and stop capabilities, not inferior to Li Wei.

However, at that moment.

Li Wei’s right leg pushed off with explosive power, seizing half a beat ahead.

Not much, just a short half-beat, but it was enough to get ahead before Mosley could react.

Following the driving force, his left leg charged diagonally forward to the left.

Change direction, start, accelerate.

All in one go.

Seizing the gap, Mosley tried instinctively to mimic Li Wei’s shift in direction, but because he was merely copying, he remained in a reactive position lacking initiative, and in that brief gap, Li Wei broke through instantly.

Mosley was shocked—

Damn.

But with his vast experience, Mosley quickly realized that the previous two changes in direction were feints designed to lure him deeper; he had already lost the initiative, and it was too late to catch up now.

What to do?

He stopped abruptly and turned, not even waiting to steady himself before throwing his body forward.

Too late for a tackle, he simply hurled himself forward like a crashing column, hoping at least to disrupt Li Wei’s balance.

However—

It seemed like there was contact, but before he could feel elated, the warm air he leaned on was sucked away, and the next second, gravity reached through the surging cold air, grabbing Mosley’s shoulders.

With a tug.

Mosley was already on the ground—

Damn it, damn it, damn it!

Brushing past each other.

Ahead, Li Wei could feel the ferocious turbulence snapping at his heels, barely escaping by the skin of his teeth.

For the first time, this was still Li Wei’s first successful breakthrough against formidable challenges in this game.

No time to feel relieved, his knees buckled, his steps faltered, and he was about to fall, the breath he had been holding back finally escaped him.

Stumbling forward, Li Wei lunged, looking like he was about to fall, struggling to steady himself with his arms spinning quickly like windmills, trying to control his balance.

One step, two steps, three, four, five steps.

In just five yards, Li Wei lunged forward, about to break past ten yards to secure a first down and avoid a third gear situation for the first time in the game.

However, the Baltimore Ravens’ secondary defense quickly followed up, with two safeties already blocking his path.

Strong safety Jefferson, free safety Wendell.

Clearly, Jefferson took a forward position while Wendell held back.

Seeing Li Wei’s breakthrough, Jefferson immediately moved in close, sank his energy to his Dantian, bent his knees, and assumed the stance of a rhino ready to charge.

He didn’t plan to tackle but rather to flip Li Wei head-on.

Li Wei took another deep breath, his pace undeterred, not slowing down but instead surging forward two more steps, colliding with Jefferson amidst his staggering momentum.

Of course, it wasn’t a head-on collision.

Li Wei was about to lose his balance; colliding head-on with Jefferson was like walking into a trap.

Li Wei cleverly used his unsteady balance, continuously swaying left and right to distract Jefferson, then slightly misaligned their positions causing the collision force not to hit solidly, instead forcing Jefferson to attempt a tackle.

Next, Li Wei’s left hand braced itself.

Headbutt, straighten, shove.

First, using Jefferson’s stance to adjust his own balance to stand upright; then, amid the chaos, continuously disrupting Jefferson’s balance, leaving them both in a floating state.

Straight Arm Block!

At this point, Li Wei’s Straight Arm Block had barely any strength; it was more about leveraging force than a true block.

Then—

Li Wei, with his left hand pushing on Jefferson’s shoulder, utilized a Tai Chi Bagua Push Hands move, leveraged force to act upon himself, and adeptly pushed Jefferson aside.

The next second, the whole stadium saw—

Jefferson stumbled away like a fumbled gourd, while Li Wei, with renewed lightness in his step, continued pushing forward past the defense.

Romo: “Damn! Chinese Kung Fu!”