Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1323 A Fire

scared.

Without warning, the support that supported Biad's body twitched, and his heart was suspended in mid-air. Before the fear and uneasiness even had time to grow, inertia and gravity had already pulled his body out, and his staggering steps pushed his body into the abyss, and he couldn't stop at all.

Biad: ???

He doesn't understand.

Biad continued to fly out, his feet leaving the sideline, and the staggering figure of No. 23 re-entered the field of vision on the right.

Despite the bumps, swaying, precariousness and crumbling; however, No. 23 continued to move forward without stopping. The sidelines of the court were like a tightrope, and he was the world's most outstanding and excellent juggler, dancing calmly on the edge of the cliff.

"Edgewalker".

Biad had only one thought in his mind, but he didn't have time to think about it. The next second, his feet left the ground, his body was in the air, and he simply flew out.

Even so, no one paid attention to Biad, and all eyes were focused on one person——

Levi.

Stumbling and erratic, it was like a kite swaying in a storm.

A light breeze, without even physical contact, the pull of gravity and rotational inertia are enough to destroy the balance of the center of gravity and send you directly off the court.

But, this is Levi.

He clenched his teeth tightly, held his breath, took a deep breath, and stood on tiptoe. Like the tip of a knife dancing wildly, his light and nimble steps ran wildly in the howling wind.

Twenty yard line.

Crumbling and in danger.

However, it stands tall, like a pine tree in a violent storm, proudly and stubbornly straightening its back, firmly grasping its center of gravity, and facing the storm calmly.

All eyes were focused on it, and the red figure turned into a sharp blade and stabbed into the heart of the vast ocean in front.

Fifteen yards.

The Tennessee Titans' secondary defense finally realized the crisis. Hill and Watkins were all smoke bombs, and the linebackers and safeties all sprinted towards Levi; but the problem was that the distance was too far.

Hill was on one sideline and Levi was on the other, a full field apart.

The players of the Tennessee Titans are running at full speed. The mighty white and blue figures are like waves, stirring up waves in the air.

The whole place was in turmoil.

Ten yards.

The red figure of No. 23 ran faster and faster in the turbulence, turning into a residual image, trying to break through the white and blue waves that were pouring in. An invisible transparent film was continuously pushing outwards under the footsteps of the red figure, and it was about to completely break free from the restraints.

At this moment, my knees weakened and my steps stumbled.

He tried to speed up in the chaos, but his knees and calves couldn't push off the ground. His strength went off track, his center of gravity fell forward, and he was about to fall.

In an instant, all the noise in the world was cut off. I stared in amazement and concentration, even temporarily forgetting my nervousness and worries.

"Push the ground."

This was the only thought in Levi's mind. He had no distractions and moved forward courageously. He refused to surrender, refused to give up, and refused to compromise. This was their battle.

It's not over until the game is over.

Stumbling and almost unable to control his body, Levi simply fell forward and used his left hand to support the ground.

Humph.

One time to support the ground.

It’s still not enough, so I push myself up a second time.

Using both hands and feet, he finally regained his balance amidst the staggering sway, straightened his back, and resumed his speed.

This delay means the encirclement is closing in.

However, to Levi, it was no longer a threat—

Push the ground, push the ground, and push the ground again to release the speed again.

Carter could no longer control himself, "Ten. Nine. Eight." He stood up slowly and involuntarily, clenched his fists, and shouted at the back of No. 23 on the court, burning the energy of his life.

On the sidelines of the Kansas City Chiefs Stadium, Chris Jones stood up with a fierce look on his face and shouted with all his might, "Seven, six, five."

One sentence, another sentence.

Jones knew that they needed to unite and they needed to cheer up. Although the defense missed Levi's calls on the sidelines, the energy shown by the offensive team once again ignited Arrowhead Stadium.

Now is the time to fight.

One after another, they all stood up, even Nantz in the live broadcast room was no exception, and joined the frenzy in the audience by shouting at the top of his lungs.

"Four. Three. Two. Touchdowns."

“Daaaaaaaaaaaaa…Zhen!”

"The Kansas City Chiefs are back with an unstoppable, unstoppable momentum. The two-time defending champions completely destroyed their opponents with a wave of offensive power that was as smooth as a rotten wood and as powerful as water."

"Five plays, seventy-five yards, two minutes and fifty-eight seconds, one touchdown."

"The Kansas City Chiefs broke the deadlock with an unparalleled performance, completely disrupting the Tennessee Titans' pace and breaking the zero-blocking dilemma."

"Levi, it's Levi again. Of course it's Levi."

"Not only because after Levi completed the 14-yard catch, he pushed into the end zone in one go; before this catch, Levi had already used him as bait to completely disrupt the layout of the Tennessee Titans' defense. When Levi entered his super god state, no one in the league could stop him."

"nobody."

"Levi, prove with your actions that he is still the most dangerous person in the alliance."

In the end zone, Levi released——

They have been suppressed again and again, frustrated again and again. So far in tonight's divisional game, they have been stumbling and playing too dull and cowardly.

until now.

Finally, all released.

Ah!
Levi slammed the football to the ground, clenched his fists, and screamed to the sky.

Ahhhhh!
Anger, passion, and fighting spirit, all entangled together and released without reservation.

Ahhhhh!
Then, Levi scanned the entire field with a resolute and determined gaze, filled with murderous intent, instantly igniting the frenzy at Arrowhead Stadium.

Listen, Kansas City is singing.

"The storm is coming."

"The storm is coming!"

One shout after another, everyone was united, working together, and finally pulling together into one rope, venting their anger mightily, and a roar filled the sky above Arrowhead Stadium—

Home curse?

Haha, come on, spells, curses, resentment, shackles, and anything else, use them all. This is Arrowhead Stadium in Kansas City. This is their fortress and position. This is the backing for them to ignite hope and pursue their dreams. This is the stage for their lives to shine.

They will not be timid, will not retreat, will not give up, and will not be afraid. Let the storm get even more violent.

Just like Anne. Just like Felix.

Even when facing death, even when facing a war whose outcome has already been determined, they will not surrender. They will fight with their heads held high and their heads held high until the last moment, and then remain standing and calmly face their own ending. Even death will tremble in fear in front of them.

Indeed, the 2019 season is ushering in a storm, but the Kansas City Chiefs have made their voices heard:

We are the storm.

Over and over and over again.

The entire Arrowhead Stadium was firmly united, the raging fire spread all over, and the bright night sky was dyed a brilliant red.

Even if they were behind by a large margin, even if they were completely defeated in the first quarter, so what? They would not forget who they were.

Never give up, unite as one, and fight to the end. Now, it's time to awaken the league's fear of the "Playoff Chiefs."

The game has just begun, but I don’t know if the Tennessee Titans are mentally prepared?
(End of this chapter)