Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 867 - 866 Rainbow Cloud

Chapter 867: 866 Rainbow Cloud

The Super Bowl fell far below expectations, bleeding viewership numbers severely. Netizens flocked to social media, scratching their heads and unleashing waves of ridicule.

However, the game itself was dreadfully dull—three-and-outs, punts, kickoffs, more three-and-outs—it was like the meaningless midfield passing of football. Even if you wanted to mock it, the overwhelming boredom made even witty comments repetitive after hearing the same joke a hundred times.

Until Bart stepped in.

“Kiss a donkey’s ass?” Lawson, being the straight-laced guy he was, couldn’t comprehend Bart’s thought process. “Blair, are you sure about this?”

Bart casually shrugged. “Why not? In my opinion, I can’t lose. The Los Angeles Rams are controlling the game. They’ve relied on their offensive group throughout the season to advance, so much so that people often overlook the pivotal role Donald plays. This defensive group has the ability to carry the team forward too.”

Clearly, not everyone agreed. “Oh, no, Blair, I disagree. The Los Angeles Rams have hardly won any games this season based on their defensive group…”

It wasn’t just one or two dissenters. Bart once again became the target for collective criticism, finding himself surrounded by opposing voices.

But, “within the league” wasn’t all that important anymore. Netizens’ focus had entirely shifted to Bart’s wager. The flood of creative ridicule was overwhelming, as one by one, people began showcasing their outrageous bets and jumping into bizarre competitions.

Initially, these wagers revolved around the game’s outcome. Gradually, things started going off the rails.

“I bet the Los Angeles Rams will score first, or I’ll live-stream eating a shoe.”

“I bet the Kansas City Chiefs will get a touchdown first, or I’ll live-stream eating crap.”

“I bet the Los Angeles Rams won’t get a first down in the next offensive drive, or I’ll live-stream letting my girlfriend spank me.”

The bets became increasingly absurd, so ridiculous they bordered on a spectacle of human folly.

Nonetheless, discussion about the Super Bowl finally regained a bit of momentum. The dreary, lifeless social media platforms began to show slight signs of warmth—

A stark contrast to the previously frigid reception.

Because the second quarter of the game was just as dismal.

Los Angeles Rams: three-and-out.

Kansas City Chiefs: three-and-out.

Los Angeles Rams: three-and-out.

Back and forth, with both teams taking turns. Another five minutes of game time passed, and the score was still “0:0.”

The lack of scoring was bad enough, but it was even worse that neither team dared move much beyond the opening line, preferring to stay trapped in their own half of the field. Even managing a first down was a grueling feat. What was there to even watch?

Even ridiculing the game couldn’t stir enthusiasm.

This was unexpected, completely unexpected.

In the broadcast studio, Nantz had to flip through some materials just to confirm something.

“So far, the lowest scoring half in Super Bowl history occurred during the 1974 season, when the Pittsburgh Steelers faced the Minnesota Vikings. That year, halftime ended with a score of ‘2:0,’ thanks to a single safety.”

“But the issue is, both teams back then were defensive powerhouses; whereas today, we’re watching two offensive juggernauts. This situation is frankly… very strange.”

Psychologically, it’s like this:

Strike while the iron is hot, lose steam on the second go, and burn out on the third attempt.

The Kansas City Chiefs started off with tremendous energy, showcasing their determination to win. But after an interception, a missed field goal, a quarterback drop, and a host of other mistakes leading to no points, their momentum hit rock bottom.

Young teams often suffer from this issue. When everything goes smoothly, they can dominate with ease, but once they hit a wall, they struggle to pivot, often persisting headfirst until they’re bloodied and battered.

So, what now?

Start with the defensive group?

The Los Angeles Rams were doing just that. McVay’s defensive front visibly increased pressure and frequency, hoping to stall the Chiefs and buy the offensive group time to adjust.

Strategically, this was the right move, since “defense wins championships.”

If the Kansas City Chiefs had similar defensive prowess, Reed would adopt the same tactic. Truly elite teams know how to leverage their weaknesses and hidden strengths during slumps to eke out victories—just like the New England Patriots. But crucially, the Chiefs lacked that defense—

Houston was trying hard to keep up the pace, but the toll of the American League finals had drained them. In this game, Houston couldn’t match the required intensity or rhythm.

Moreover, neither the Kansas City Chiefs nor the Los Angeles Rams were teams known for winning via defense. Abandoning offense to focus on defense? It didn’t look feasible at all.

Standing on the sidelines, Reed’s brain was actively churning. He stepped forward, covered his mouth with a tactic board, and hurriedly issued instructions to Mahomes.

The Kansas City Chiefs still needed to rely on their offensive group to break through.

If all their passing options failed, what was the solution?

“Give the football to Li Wei,” Reed said.

Mahomes nodded without hesitation, his eyes resolutely fixed on Li Wei.

If possible, Mahomes too wished he could be the heroic figure who stepped up to save the day for his team; but he knew he wasn’t ready yet. He needed to learn from Li Wei and continue growing.

Mahomes believed deeply that the heroic savior descending upon the Mercedes-Benz Dome on a Rainbow Cloud to revive the offense and rescue the field would be none other than Li Wei.

He exchanged a look with Li Wei, and Li Wei instantly understood his intention.

Passing plays were blocked; short passes and medium passes were under close man-to-man coverage, while the front line faced intense pressure from pass rushes. The entire offensive and defensive battle had tightened significantly, leaving only one option—to break through the defense on the ground.

This wasn’t going to be easy, but Li Wei was ready—

Aaron Donald!

In Week 11 of the regular season, the Kansas City Chiefs focused heavily on their passing offense. Mahomes delivered a classic game, but the ground game didn’t find much room to operate. That was the objective reality. At the same time, Li Wei had an underwhelming performance against Donald, failing to make significant breakthroughs, which was also fact.

Since then, Li Wei had been eagerly awaiting a rematch with Donald.

Now, the opportunity had finally arrived.

Instinctively, Li Wei licked his lips, suppressing his excitement. What he needed now wasn’t adrenaline or passion, but calmness and focus.

For example, today, Donald was overly excited and amped up, leading to tension in his movements and a slight lack of rhythm. He hadn’t reached his peak form.

For example, despite Donald’s slightly below-par performance, the other players on the Los Angeles Rams’ defensive front were delivering a strong performance, ensuring consistent pressure output.

So, for a ground breakthrough, Li Wei needed to remain wary of Houston but couldn’t focus solely on Donald.

“Attack!”

Mahomes announced the snap.

No hesitation, no gimmicks—a quick turn, seamlessly handing the football directly to Li Wei, aiming for swift execution.

Since the game began, the Kansas City Chiefs had tried multiple ground attacks, though their overall strategy remained focused on passing, particularly short passes—a tactic tailored to mitigate Donald’s individual strengths.

But now, instead of obsessing over Donald, the Chiefs needed to focus on themselves. Handing the football back to the ground game was their new priority.

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Mahomes refrained from using a passing decoy, explicitly to secure time for Li Wei.

Push off, take off, pivot.

Li Wei took possession of the ball and immediately burst to the right, his steps gaining traction. Unsurprisingly, in his line of sight, a royal blue whirlwind barreled straight toward him—

Aaron Donald.