Dominate the Super Bowl

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The airwave surged—

The offensive and defensive linemen collided and intertwined like a meat grinder, turning the area near the kickoff line into a disaster zone, impenetrable.

However.

A figure in a red uniform with the number twenty-three on his back didn't avoid the disaster zone, instead moving lightly and nimbly between the fierce collisions of his opponents.

Like a wild dance of knife tips.

Touching the ground. Jumping. Turning. Breaking through.

Behind him, he left a lingering shadow that drew a dreamlike trail of movement, with the all-surrounding surged airwaves utterly unable to keep up with his steps.

Until the emergence of that figure.

Number ninety-four. Watkins.

In the final stretch of the game, Watkins indeed showed a splendid athletic form, not only strong but also nimble, completely overpowering the offensive lineman he was facing, breaking through again, laterally intercepting.

This time, Watkins's target was another running back—

Li Wei.

Watkins spread his arms wide, with the howling wind sounding between his hands, his face behind the helmet displaying a cruel smile on his fleshy cheeks.

A step forward.

Got him!

Watkins felt a surge of excitement. Li Wei, who had seemed to move with such a light step, appeared to have exhausted his strength and couldn't turn again, falling within Watkins's controlling range.

Strength burst forth in an instant, as a huge black shadow firmly enveloped Li Wei.

Then, the collision.

Hmph.

Watkins's smile froze at the corner of his mouth as the force hitting his chest misplaced at the last moment, heavily and solidly landing on the shoulder. A dull hammer blow penetrated the shoulder, and there was a brief pause—

The brain, a thundering roar.

The next second, the world spun.

Watkins started to whirl, like a ballet dancer, gracefully dancing, but regrettably, the cumbersome and slow steps lacked any lightness or elegance, making him look more like a bear on ice skates than a ballerina.

Whirr.

Watkins's ears buzzed with noise, but he could no longer see Li Wei in his field of vision.

Wait, where's Li Wei?

Li Wei had already broken free.

A head-on collision, a forceful break-through, destroying Watkins's balance, while Li Wei's stride didn't pause for a second. The look in his eyes inside the helmet erupted with determination and resolve, refusing to slow down. Instead, he pulled his center of gravity along and rushed out.

Despite a bit of stumbling, despite a bit of swaying, Li Wei bit his breath and, with the inertia of pushing off and sprinting, continued to accelerate.

—Alert!

The Clemson Tigers defense team immediately sounded the alarm, and the second-tier defensive players swarmed from all directions like a tide.

One. Two. Three.

Then, four.

Four players trapped Li Wei, securely enclosing him in the center, ready for battle; but this time, Li Wei didn't go for a head-on collision. Instead, he went down on the ground as soon as he faced the sandwiching of two players.

Stop the clock.

Time, now the most important and most lethal aspect for Alabama Crimson Tide Storm, Li Wei noticed the strict defense of Clemson's second line. Though they spread out their distance, their second response and backup moves were swift, leaving not much opportunity. So instead of risking to push for another three or five yards, wasting time, it was better to quickly stop the clock.

As expected—

"Time out!"

Saban didn't hesitate to call the first time out, bringing time to a halt.

Thirteen yards.

Just now, Li Wei took advantage of the gap left by Clemson's weak pass defense area to advance thirteen yards successfully. This also meant that Alabama Crimson Tide Storm had entered the opponent's half, standing at the forty-six-yard line.

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Not just efficient, but tough as well.

Right off the bat, Sweeney noticed a completely different aura from the Alabama Crimson Tide Storm—their fighting spirit had awakened; their eyes and movements were all changed.

Dammit!

Sweeny immediately realized that they needed to respond. They absolutely couldn't let the Crimson Tide Storm's morale rise, or they might find themselves in trouble.

For now, they still had time and the advantage. They could afford to take risks, which was decidedly more prudent than taking risks while on the brink of a cliff. Sweeney thought of Li Wei's performance during the spring training camp and couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Alert."

"Alert!"

Sweeney gestured to the Clemson Tigers defense team.

What did this mean?

Onlookers couldn't fathom it, but this was a tactical signal within the team.

In any case, Hertz and Li Wei hadn't spotted any changes in the opposing defense team; their positions and formations were the same as before. Now the Crimson Tide Storm was at a disadvantage, and the opponent had room to adjust and make mistakes, which naturally changed the situation.

Hertz glanced at Li Wei—

His face was flushed, and he was drenched in sweat; however, his eyes shone bright and resolute.

Bring on any storm!

Taking a deep breath, Hertz led the offensive group to line up once more.

First down, ten yards.

"Attack!"

The opening call from Hertz cut through the air. Just as his fingertips barely touched the football, he immediately felt the surging waves of air assaulting him.

Blitz!

The Clemson Tigers, shockingly, had chosen the blitz tactic. Not to mention during the fourth quarter, they had rarely blitzed the entire game today. Sweeney, having tailored his strategy against the Crimson Tide Storm, did not need to blitz the quarterback to control the game surreptitiously.

Yet now, without any warning, the Clemson Tigers chose to break through.

Hertz was caught completely off guard. Not just Hertz, Saban too, turned a slight shade of pale, realizing that this offensive and defensive play was indeed Sweeney's successful gamble against him. And in such a high-level confrontation, it's often such details that determine the victory or defeat.

Roar!

The Clemson Tigers boldly and wildly chose a six-man rush, blitzing forward, with four linemen and two linebackers unreasonably tearing through the offensive line pocket, engaging in battle at the front lines without any regard for caution.

Hertz, retreating, kept retreating, his steps somewhat chaotic and tense. His mind was still on the passing tactics, his vision tightly blocked by the meat grinder on the front line, unable to see any openings for a pass for the time being.

Retreating, and continuing to retreat.

Hertz tried to calm down, relying on his own legs to run out of the pocket. After all, he was a running quarterback, and there was no need to stand still and wait for fate. But the Clemson Tigers defense team was hell-bent on taking him down.

Forceful. Tough, and aggressive.

Hertz's continuous retreat failed to create distance; the pocket was already shattered, with two players closing in on him from left and right, severing his escape routes.

"Don't give up. Don't give up!"

Hertz kept shouting to himself, then caught a glimpse of a flash of red out of the corner of his eye. With a flick of his right hand, he sent the football flying.

—— The gaze of the whole stadium followed the football as it flew past the defenders.

Ha!

A hand reached up high, intercepting the trajectory of the football. It was none other than a player from the Clemson Tigers, which caused the entire stadium to gasp in shock.

Interception?

Was it an interception?

Just by a hair's breadth, as fingertips grazed the football, altering its trajectory, but failing to intercept or knock down the pass—just a fraction off.

The football wobbled as it fell, its flight path took a steep plunge.

Li Wei quickly stepped forward in two quick strides. He had to change his running momentum to go back, reaching down in a swooping motion to catch the football into his arms.

Ha, the stadium fell silent, the scene cutting off everyone's breath. Following a brief exclamation, it fell into silence, not a single sound to be heard.

Dead silence.