Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 792 - : 791 Goddess of Fortune

Chapter 792: 791 Goddess of Fortune

Play fake turns into a real pass!

Play pass turns into a real run!

In just a second, Mahomes’s deceptive movements had totally deceived the New England Patriots’ defensive group, despite the game revealing many of his shortcomings; but it also showcased the young player’s immense potential—

In the critical moment, he remained unflustered.

Then, with a feint, the football was already in Li Wei’s arms.

Drip, drip, drip.

Rain beat against the helmet, mist obscured the view, and entirely immersed in the game, the bone-chilling cold that might have penetrated the skin was temporarily forgotten, a heat steaming from his entire body.

Burning fiercely.

In the field of vision straight ahead, only blurry halos flickered.

Red flames, white lightning, and an endless green sea.

Push off, initiate.

Light-footedly pulling to the right, on the left-hand side, from within the meat grinder of the Chu River and Han border, a menacing white lightning bolt charged forth.

Li Wei was very calm, on tiptoes, a pause, a push, rotated counterclockwise, dodging the white lightning’s charge, barely brushing past the storm to break through, and after three hundred sixty degrees, the line of scrimmage was already underfoot.

Overcome, advance.

Straight ahead, there was a small gap, not large, limited, beyond ten yards one could see streaks of white lightning racing through the curtain of rain, bursts of air pressure instantly enveloping Li Wei, and the chest sustaining an impact.

However, Li Wei was completely focused, unmoved.

Amidst chaos and surging waves, Li Wei carefully observed, three bolts of lightning, three directions, different speeds, timing of encirclement slightly offset.

Though subtle, it created gaps within the encirclement—

Third Gear, seven yards; if Li Wei wanted to make the first down transition, he must break out of the encirclement.

Push off, initiate.

Li Wei sprinted at full speed towards the diagonally forward right side of the encirclement, with unstoppable force charging directly into it, clearly seeing two bolts of white lightning suddenly tense up, hesitating, their anxiety and tension revealing their vigilance.

Opportunity.

That was when Li Wei changed direction, dashing diagonally forward to the left.

The figure in the center clearly had a stiff left half of the body prepared to face the hit, causing the gap between him and another player on his right to widen.

That was Li Wei’s breakthrough.

Power up, accelerate.

Li Wei sprinted at full speed, raindrops flying, wind howling, the world sped up in an instant.

Approach.

Even closer!

However, just then, his foot slipped—

Damn!

The field was waterlogged, not just with puddles, but the surface was also uneven, the force from his push off was uneven, at the moment of acceleration, the ground couldn’t provide enough frictional support, and the force went awry.

Damn it!

Li Wei braced himself with his left hand on the ground, using hands and feet, trying to keep moving forward.

But, that slip gave the encirclement a chance, on the left and right they closed in during the breathless moment, striking a fatal blow to the unstable Li Wei.

“Oh, God.”

“Regrettable, really, really regrettable.”

“Li Wei had created an opportunity, but a fatal slip occurred, failing to break through, regrettably failing to complete the first down transition.”

“This…”

Nantz was somewhat caught between laughter and tears.

“It seems, the Goddess of Fortune is not standing on this side of Arrowhead Stadium tonight.”

“But, Fourth Gear, one yard, the Kansas City Chiefs should choose to power through.”

“Now, with twenty-one seconds left in the first half, Reed wouldn’t risk letting Brady on the field, and the Kansas City Chiefs can still try a fourth and one to see if they can create a miracle.”

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Damn!

Li Wei couldn’t control himself and slammed the ground hard, venting his frustration.

The weather, the field, the temperature; everything was going wrong; but more than anything, Li Wei was annoyed at his own oversight—he should’ve taken extra precautions knowing the ground was slippery.

In his chest, rage boiled over.

“Heh heh.”

Right in front, laughter sounded, and in front of Li Wei appeared a right hand—

Linebacker Kyle Van Noy.

In week six of the regular season, Li Wei and the New England Patriots’ linebacker group had a clash, with this year’s rookie linebacker Bentley leading the charge. Bentley had tried to use a lethal tactic to get Li Wei off the field once and for all, nearly resulting in a physical altercation, with tensions running extremely high.

However, to everyone’s surprise, a week later, Bentley tore a ligament and was out for the season, not only missing the playoffs but also the chance to face Li Wei again.

How’s that for karma?

Today, Bentley didn’t even come to Kansas City, honestly staying in Foxborough.

However, Bentley’s absence didn’t mean the New England Patriots’ linebacker group had buried the hatchet—they hadn’t forgotten the grudges.

And here was Van Noy, never missing any game for two consecutive seasons, 100% not missing a chance to humiliate Li Wei.

Van Noy stood tall in front of Li Wei, looking down at him stuck in the mud with contempt and provocation in his eyes, hidden behind the helmet, along with some Schadenfreude.

Li Wei reached out and grabbed Van Noy’s right hand.

Van Noy: ??? Something’s off.

Although Van Noy extended his right hand, he never expected Li Wei to actually accept the help; he had already prepared what to say after Li Wei’s refusal, and now, his planned words were stuck in his throat, almost choking him.

What’s going on here?

As Li Wei grabbed Van Noy’s right hand, he could clearly feel Van Noy’s forearm muscles tense, and the next second, Li Wei yanked hard deliberately.

Not just with his own strength, he was also preparing to get up, combining his body weight and the strength of his right hand, he pulled down fiercely.

Van Noy gasped and, before he could react, fell face first into the mud.

Li Wei’s face remained calm, not at all surprised, and with no hint of sympathy, he asked emotionlessly, as if he were an AI robot.

“Ah. Are you alright?”

Van Noy: Damn!

The anger just started to rise, but Li Wei was already crisply standing up and, without paying any attention to Van Noy, walked away.

Van Noy was just… left behind.

Fourth and one.

The Kansas City Chiefs opted for the strong play, this time attempting a quick short pass between Mahomes and Kelsey to complete the transition, but… it failed.

Belichick saw through Reed’s strategy—

Three players surrounded Kelsey, and, relying on the defensive line, they raised their hands like windshield wipers to obstruct Mahomes’ passing vision.

The connect, unsuccessful.

Not only was it unsuccessful, but Van Noy almost intercepted it.

Bentley: Oh!

Sitting in his living room on the big sofa, Bentley held his head, even more aggravated than Van Noy.

“You should take the opportunity to completely crush them.”

“Stomp them, stomp! Ants dare to challenge the great Patriots? Haha, now let them see what true foundation means, even if I’m not on the field, I can still easily crush these ants.”

With a fierce and demonic expression, Bentley yelled at the television screen, alone, yet as if facing an army of thousands.

Next to him, Bentley’s girlfriend curled up on the sofa, looking bewildered at the mad scene unfolding in front of her, considering if she should leave the house, perhaps to get her nails done, as they needed a touch-up.

Bentley, completely unaware, eyes red.

“Kill them! Yes, kill them! Aaaah!”

“Hahaha, that’ll teach you to challenge the king!”