Dominate the Super Bowl

Indeed, intercepting Li Wei was crucial; if the Crimson Tide Storm scored again, whether by field goal or touchdown, it would virtually be a death sentence for the Tigers.

But while intercepting Li Wei, they couldn't forget another task, controlling the game time; otherwise, even if they stopped Li Wei, the Tiger's offensive group wouldn't have another chance to take the field.

Adams occupied his position and had already committed a foul, so he must bring down Li Wei by any means, stopping this ground attack right there. Only then could the Tigers use timeouts to halt the clock and stop wasting time.

However, Adams didn't do that.

In Thompson's view, the usually calm Adams lost his reason to pride, stirred by Li Wei's outstanding performance, acting recklessly. Compared to controlling the game time, Adams wanted to defeat Li Wei more, even throwing the Tigers' last hope for victory to the back of his mind.

But what if Adams failed?

Not only would the Crimson Tide Storm be able to score, but they could also consume game time, killing two birds with one stone.

Damn! Damn, damn, damn!

Thompson acted immediately, his only thought now was to stop the game clock, no matter how proud Adams was.

Watching the footsteps of Li Wei and Adams move just beyond two steps from the sideline, Thompson made a decision—

Stop the clock by going out of bounds.

In football, besides the head coach having three timeouts, there are other ways to stop the game time, and going out of bounds is one of them.

Thompson charged like a raging bull, sprinting with all his might.

Because Thompson knew he could not hesitate or show weakness; giving Li Wei any space could lead to an unpredictable situation, a scenario they couldn't afford to face right now.

Twenty-five yards!

From the kickoff line, Li Wei had already advanced twenty-five yards, reaching the midfield line, entering the Tigers' half. Thompson knew he could not hesitate any longer.

Stomp the ground, exert force, embrace, collide—

In that moment, Thompson showed enough decisiveness, accurately embracing Li Wei and using the momentum of his run to complete a lateral collision.

Hmm!

A muffled grunt.

It was Thompson, and it was Adams.

Li Wei became the filling of a sandwich.

On the left was Thompson, and on the right was Adams, with the force coming from the left side, slicing laterally like an unreasonably charging truck.

Li Wei, bearing the massive impact, involuntarily flew to the right side, crashing hard into Adams, who absorbed the main force like a cushion. Because he hadn't seen Thompson and was unprepared, his center of gravity was not lowered. He was unexpectedly sent flying.

Literally, flying.

Even before he could grunt, Adams had already been thrown away.

Thompson's physics might not have been good, knocking the wrong target with a force occurring elsewhere, but he hadn't noticed Adams. He just grappled with Li Wei, trying to pull him down.

However, just then—

Li Wei, following the direction of the hit, spun, cleverly shedding the impact, and with a series of dazzling steps, he adjusted and shook off Thompson's embrace.

Three hundred sixty degrees, counterclockwise.

The world spun around.

And then, the fleeting gap between Li Wei and Thompson was exposed.

From then on, one could see Li Wei staggering forward as if drunk, taking deep and shallow steps, while Thompson, like a withered leaf, felt the pull of gravity and free fell.

Ha!

The whole stadium gasped in shock.

Thump, thump, thump!

In Li Wei's mind, there was only one thought: to continuously push off the ground and control his center of gravity, but his body still uncontrollably slid toward the sidelines.

The forty-yard line of the Tigers' half was just within reach, and the sideline, too, was not far away.

Li Wei's center of gravity severely tilted to the right, as if about to capsize, his chaotic steps in the wind not even touching the ground, floating in midair.

Push off the ground, thirty-five-yard line.

Li Wei held his breath, continued to push off, continued to sprint, persistently and consistently running madly without worry, without fear, without hesitation, focusing solely on one thought:

Run.

On the side of the field, Clark and the others were going crazy; he ran alongside Li Wei down the sideline, his right hand spinning like a windmill, shouting at Li Wei with reckless abandon.

"Roar, Li Wei, roar!"

The blood, boiling.

Continue to push off, twenty-five-yard line.

His steps were like a mad dance on a tightrope, but the force and speed propelled his body forward relentlessly, tiptoeing, lightly and softly riding the wind, feeling the howling gale with every pore of his being.

By his ears, he seemed to hear the distinctive support of the Crimson Tide Storm's home crowd, adrenaline continuously bursting forth, miraculously pulling back his swaying center of gravity, speed increasing more and more rapidly.

Keep pushing off, fifteen-yard line.

In the corner of his vision, he could see the splendid and boiling purple mist ferociously steaming toward him, engulfing the space in his field of view, but in Li Wei's eyes, it was as though in slow motion, those figures striving their utmost to run could not catch up.

Thus, when his steps entered the Red Zone, he looked back once, turned around once.

With his back to the end zone, Li Wei slowed down, carefully, slowly feeling this moment — the burning in his lungs, the boiling of his blood, the soreness of his muscles, and the calls swirling silently above Tiger Stadium, along with the relentless Clark rushing over.

"Roar! Li Wei, roar!"

Thump, thump, thump.

His steps had completely slowed down, leisurely strolling past the End Zone Line, quietly standing in place, then pulling out the football, placing it in his palm, lightly tossing it up, catching it, tossing it again, catching it once more.

Touchdown, within easy reach.

Smile, just like that crept across his lips, quietly savoring the silent purple sea in front of him.

The crowd, stunned and disoriented.

This time, they were rendered voiceless once again; even their anger became void, as the Crimson Tide Storm extinguished the Tigers' last sliver of hope for a comeback with their unparalleled performance, putting the final punctuation mark on the game—

Li Wei, who had been hitting walls in front of the Tigers' formidable defense the entire first half, finally rediscovered his form from this season, a breath-taking seventy-five-yard dash straight to the heart, cutting off the suspense with unstoppable sharpness.

The third touchdown, killing the game.

Clark was the first to rush into the end zone, heedlessly embracing Li Wei, jumping and shouting in celebration, followed by all the other Crimson Tide Storm players joining in.

Then, Humphrey was the first one in the end zone, mimicking Li Wei's action, placing his right hand at his ear, provocatively listening to the sounds of the scene.

Deadly rivals are indeed deadly rivals, and Tiger Stadium surged tumultuously with a wave of curses.

Unfortunately, it did not last long, unable to gather any momentum, and just dispersed feeble and thin.

The fiercer the curse, the more heartbroken; the angrier, the more embarrassed.

Tiger Stadium fell into bewilderment, looking at each other without finding an answer, hardly believing that they were defeated by the Crimson Tide Storm once again.

And moreover, at Tiger Stadium.

This stadium, which had witnessed the Tigers defeating the Crimson Tide Storm fifteen times in a row, now witnessed one of the most crushing defeats between these two rivals in thirty years.