Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 814 - 813 Godlike State

Chapter 814: 813 Godlike State

Bam.

Houston was surging forward, trying to cut off Edelman’s advance in time.

However, his steps were a chaotic mess—first encountering a block, then abruptly halting and pivoting to change targets, and finally lunging for the tackle with no time to catch his breath, let alone adjust. In the end, he simply flung his body forward—

A desperate gamble.

Edelman had anticipated this scene, instinctively shifting positions, securing himself a crucial pocket of space. This maneuver caused Houston to miss a full-body tackle, as his force failed to land properly.

Impact. Turbulence. Jolt.

Edelman stomped the ground repeatedly, fighting through the chaos to shake off the incomplete hold Houston dared to make, staggering and twisting as he broke free.

Houston: Damn.

At the moment of collision, Houston already knew he wasn’t able to control Edelman, but he didn’t have time to react. Edelman had escaped, leaving Houston hollowly following through with his forward motion.

Stumbling, teetering, almost falling.

Houston looked on the verge of collapse.

But he refused.

Houston’s eyes locked solely on Edelman’s figure, his teeth grinding fiercely. A surge of energy ignited in his body as he planted his feet repeatedly, regaining balance by sheer inertia despite wobbling wildly, managing to stabilize and keep pace with Edelman.

He ran faster. Faster and faster.

Deep within his very being, Houston was entirely ablaze, heedlessly charging toward Edelman.

The air crackled.

At this moment, a sea of red clouds closed in fast, trying to tighten their encirclement; but the white lightning anticipated it, cutting diagonally toward the right front, breaking through mere moments before the net could close in.

On the right, Fuller was closing in, but Gronkowski stood like a fortress.

Gronkowski threw himself into a brief block, slowing Fuller’s advance, allowing Edelman time to break through and change direction once more, accelerating vertically toward the end zone.

Light, nimble steps crossed the thirty-five-yard line, then the forty-yard line, racing full-speed toward midfield, tearing open a hole in the Kansas City Chiefs’ defensive line.

Then, the safeties arrived.

Darting and weaving, halting and pivoting, Edelman’s steps and figure dazzled the eye, unbelievably finding seams within the tight defense to keep moving forward—all this under the watchful silence of Arrowhead Stadium—

Pop.

That streak of white lightning sliced through the clustered red clouds.

Like a razor-sharp blade.

Staggering, Edelman scrambled past the forty-five-yard line, wobbling as he regained balance, gritting his teeth with everything he had, clawing his way over midfield. Meanwhile, his peripheral vision caught a red tidal wave looming large, crashing over him, engulfing him in its entirety.

Instinctively, Edelman backed off repeatedly, trying to squirm free from the shadow’s grip.

No luck.

Houston saw Edelman prepare to escape again, lunging forward with all his might, arms wide open, clinging onto Edelman in a vicious tackle.

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Ugh.

Houston groaned through clenched teeth, throwing every ounce of strength behind his grip.

Edelman wasn’t about to surrender. Planting his feet, twisting his torso, and breaking away amidst the collision and compression, Edelman managed to retreat step by step before Houston solidified his arms, creating necessary distance and slipping free yet again.

A thrilling escape.

Edelman’s heart pounded uncontrollably, nearly bursting free of his rib cage as his feet slid precariously on the verge of collapse; his left hand scrambled to support himself on the ground, forcing back balance. He couldn’t afford to acknowledge Houston’s presence. A sole thought consumed his mind:

Run.

This entire sequence passed through Fuller’s eyes.

Houston lay motionless on the field, depleted.

Fuller’s heart thundered violently against his ribcage, feeling as though it would explode, but he couldn’t be bothered. Edelman’s figure occupied his entire mind, his field of vision—

The entire backfield stood wide open, the defensive gates shattered with no remaining players to hold the line.

Fuller couldn’t let Edelman charge forward unchecked.

Breaking away from Gronkowski’s interference, Fuller gritted his teeth and launched into an all-out sprint, surging to intercept Edelman faster than lightning.

One dive—Fuller shockingly watched Edelman curl into a compact ball, slipping improbably beneath his left arm and evading capture.

Whiff.

Fuller turned to see Edelman unfold himself, twisting counterclockwise and circling behind his back to break free. His slippery movement rendered Fuller unable to exert force, even turning Fuller into an obstruction that shielded Edelman from the advancing safeties behind. Escape against all odds carried on.

Fuller held his breath, pivoting swiftly to mount a second reaction chase.

Fuller didn’t follow Edelman’s rotation, instead spinning clockwise as his right arm extended straight across to block Edelman’s path.

Edelman: Huh.

Prepared to burst through, Edelman suddenly spotted the outstretched arm in front of him. Bending backward and ducking low, he squeezed beneath the block, his relentless strides continuing unbroken but now losing formation—his balance faltered, his speed waned.

Then Fuller caught up, Murray stepped in, and the two successfully combined forces to take Edelman to the ground.

Edelman tackled.

“…Edelman! Edelman!”

“My God, Edelman at this moment is practically a divine presence on the field—small-scale stoppies, instant pivots, and lightning-fast direction changes all displayed with unparalleled brilliance.”

“Tackled! Broken free!”

“Unbelievable!”

“Edelman was teetering on the brink in the Kansas City Chiefs’ dense defensive zone, suffocating with no breathing room—but he never fell. His feet maneuvered through the impossible spaces, continuously finding ways to keep the play alive.”

“And then, breaking through the defense.”

“Edelman did it! Edelman!”

“Unfathomable. It’s absolutely unfathomable.”

“Who could have predicted it—Edelman, of all players! In the midst of New England Patriots’ offensive struggles, with Brady having an off performance, it’s Edelman who stepped up. Without a doubt, this is the best and most stunning game of Edelman’s career.”

“Twenty yards!”

“Thirty yards!”

“Edelman is unstoppable!”

“Forty yards!”

“Fifty yards!”

“Edelman sets his sights on the end zone, aiming to deliver the game-winning blow—the reigning champions are standing on the edge of a cliff!”

“God!”

“Evade, pivot, reposition.”

“Wow, Edelman…like a magician! After a grueling four-hour match, he still has this kind of play left in him.”

“But!”

“Fuller and Murray came through—they finally brought Edelman down, preventing him from charging directly into the end zone with one last powerful push.”

“Still, Julian Edelman—a miraculous and extraordinary performance. If the New England Patriots win tonight, Edelman will undoubtedly be the game’s MVP. Almost single-handedly, he spearheaded New England Patriots’ offense, keeping their championship hopes alive.”

“In this drive, Brady’s five-yard short pass failed to find its usual opening to create space for his wide receiver; but Edelman didn’t care. He broke through three tackles, advancing a staggering fifty-three yards to bring the New England Patriots to the Kansas City Chiefs’ twenty-two-yard line.”

“Reed had no choice but to call a timeout.”