Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 492

Chapter 492: 491 Burned Out Chapter 492: 491 Burned Out Body, hollowed out.

Spirit, burning.

Whether it be the Kansas City Chiefs or the Philadelphia Eagles, both had reached their limits, sustained only by sheer perseverance, continuing to grit their teeth and hold on.

The heavy breathing and scorching sweat mingled in the air, creating a rolling heatwave that made the enclosed space of the U.S.

Bank Stadium suffocating.

At this moment, it was a test of who had the stronger will.

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Just now, the Kansas City Chiefs had stormed past with an attack from Wuju Merchant; now, the Philadelphia Eagles had caught their breath and seized the moment Kansas was adjusting their pace to turn the tide, bursting with intensity instantly.

Second down, seven yards, cornerback Jalen Mills narrowly slapped away a pass from Smith to Hunter, missing an interception but still causing an incomplete pass.

Third Gear, seven yards, the Eagles went all-in with a blitz and intense pressure, linebacker Bradham effectively disrupted Smith’s pass, especially since the previous pass had nearly been intercepted, serving as a warning to Smith, causing the pass trajectory between Smith and Kelsey to arc too high.

Kelsey, despite his utmost effort, only grazed the football without gaining control, and the football flew out of bounds.

Fourth down, seven yards.

The pace of the offense and defense was still tight, the Kansas City Chiefs continued the intensity and pace of the Wuju Merchant attack, yet they narrowly missed their standard trajectory, and the Philadelphia Eagles’ defensive group timely rose and regained control.

There was no time to breathe, no room for regret, as fourth down was already upon them.

Smith stood there, hands on hips, a flicker of wavering in his eyes, the bitter mix of frustration and bitterness surged, tearing through his rationality:

Could it really be impossible?

He was truly out of energy, watching the end zone so close yet seemingly insurmountable, as if no amount of effort could reach it.

Despairing.

“Captain!”

The voice exploded next to his ear, while a strong force on his shoulders pulled Smith back from swaying in mid-air; Smith sharply focused his gaze, meeting Li Wei’s determined eyes:

Hold on a little longer.

Just a little bit more.

Although this last stretch was the toughest, most painful, worst part, they had come this far; they couldn’t just give up now.

“Fourth down.”

Li Wei said.

Smith took a deep breath, forcing himself to rally amid exhaustion and confusion, his shaking pupils once again focused.

At this moment, players from both teams were still on the field—

Game time, fourteen seconds.

Kickoff position, Philadelphia Eagles’ half at the thirty-seven-yard line.

The delicate sense of passing seemed to be locked in a block of ice, but Smith still completed the pass with a resolute look in his eyes.

Whoosh.

Football, direct pass.

No parabola, but a short, quick, direct pass.

This was a short pass.

Linebacker Bradham: “Damn.”

Cornerback Darby: “Terrible.”

Immediately, both noticed Li Wei.

Li Wei also moved forward in a straight line burst, but he didn’t unleash his full speed.

After crossing the kickoff line and the ten yard line, he retreated.

Just then, Smith threw the pass.

The Chiefs’ tactical intent was more obvious than ever, to create a ‘Hail Mary’ situation but actually opting for a steady short pass.

A five-yard short pass.

The intended receiver was indeed Li Wei.

Pederson also kept a cautious eye, reminding his defensive group.

Bradham and Darby reacted swiftly; they rushed forward immediately.

Darby was slightly slower, but Bradham, who was tasked with marking Li Wei, started quickly and with great speed, getting to Li Wei right away.

Squeeze.

Collide.

Interfere.

Even before the pass reached its destination, Bradham had already taken a favorable position—

His teeth clenched, eyes blazing with fury.

Despite his physical exhaustion, Bradham was no better off, but the sight of Li Wei, the enemy who took whatever he wanted throughout the game, immediately ignited his fighting spirit, unleashing tenfold, a hundredfold energy.

He was ready to burn his soul if necessary, his eyes flaring with murder again.

Ah, ah, ah.

Power, fully unleashed.

Bradham: “He will absolutely, absolutely, absolutely not let Li Wei complete the catch.

Damn!”