Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1332 New Drunken Fist
Mighty and thrilling——

A fatal blow!
The Kansas City Chiefs' offense has this kind of explosive power, the ability to turn the tables in an instant, be fatal in an instant, and reverse in an instant, making the entire league tremble with fear.

However, not this time.

Mahomes' attack was too sudden and urgent. The Kansas City Chiefs' offense started from their own 17-yard line. Even if they were as desperate as a Hail Mary, they would not launch the attack from here, because it was too far away from the end zone. Even if they launched a super long pass, they could not directly enter the end zone and be fatal.

When Levi and Biad were entangled, another safety guard had already started -

Kenny Vaccaro

Vaccaro was selected by the New Orleans Saints with the 2013th pick in the first round of , and was a highly anticipated first-round pick; however, whether in the five years with his previous club or the two years after transferring to the Tennessee Titans, Vaccaro never realized his full potential and was lost in the crowd.

Parallel imports?

It's hard to say, because the fifteenth pick in the first round is neither high nor low. He seems very good but is far from a genius. People have some expectations but they are not too high. At most, they can say that Vaccaro is not worthy of the first round, and at most three rounds, and that's basically all.

To Vaccaro, it's just a job.

When the coach asks him to play, he will play with enthusiasm; when the coach asks him to sit on the bench, he doesn't mind. Anyway, that's how his career will be.

However, just now, right before his eyes, Vaccaro found an opportunity——

Maybe, he could shine...for once?
With a sudden stop and turn, Vaccaro instantly got rid of Hardman's defense. This first-year rookie was still too green, and the switching of steps and the transfer of center of gravity from offense to defense were not smooth enough. Vaccaro got rid of Hardman without any effort and rushed towards Levi at full speed.

Twenty-five yard line!
Twenty yard line!

Levi, who was staggering and stumbling, seemed unable to stand steadily, and his steps were walking in the clouds.

Vaccaro was familiar with this scene, a typical symptom of being drunk. Although he could not stand steadily, he still shouted that he would walk in a straight line to prove his sobriety.

Vaccaro pushed off the ground, stepped forward, and pounced on Levi.

Fifteen yard line.

A bump!
Vaccaro rushed towards Levi without hesitation.

In that short second, Vaccaro had a dream that he, the insignificant David, could defeat the giant Goliath like in the myth. In an instant, he stood under the spotlight, enjoying cheers and applause. The whole world revolved around him, and praise and admiration surged in.

Levi’s state… was a little strange, clearly “drunken boxing”.

With a sway, he avoided Vaccaro's impact; but he did not completely distance himself from Vaccaro. Instead, he began to circle around Vaccaro's body and went behind him.

Vaccaro was completely confused. He took a step back and pushed Levi away, then turned around and tried to grab Levi because Levi still hadn't adjusted his breathing.

But he didn't expect that Levi would spin along Vaccaro's back, and after a small circle of forty-five degrees, Levi simply spun clockwise on his own.

Vaccaro was confused, was this some kind of hide-and-seek or a new type of tango?

One lap. Two laps.

When Vaccaro finally recovered from his dizziness and found Levi, he saw Levi spinning clockwise again.

His footsteps were light and agile, as if he had finally found his center of gravity amid the bumps and chaos. He had regained space to advance and was ready to move on.

Vaccaro: Oops.

Tap tap tap, tap tap tap.

Levi stood on tiptoe, resisting the pull of gravity, and moved forward along the sideline. With his shaky steps, he regained his center of gravity beside the straight sideline. Standing on the edge of the cliff, his rhythm and speed returned to his body along with his center of gravity. He pushed off the ground and rushed forward, finally releasing his speed without reservation.

Vaccaro was about to get closer, but Levi was getting farther and farther away. The distance between the two people was widening at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The people who witnessed this scene were all stunned, and only Romo's voice was excited: "Chinese Kung Fu!"

Then, the words were cut off again as soon as they came out of his mouth, coming to an abrupt end, because the excitement on the court was not over yet, and he subconsciously held his breath.

Ten yard line!
At this moment, a wonderful scene appeared at the front of the end zone. Hardman was chasing Vaccaro, Vaccaro was chasing Levi, and Levi was far ahead.

The three of them, one linked to another, were like a kite, with their long tails following Levi's butt.

However, the distance of just three or four yards seemed to never be shortened.

Five yard line!
Vrabel was stunned, and so were Tannehill and Henry. Everything happened so fast that there was no time to breathe. It just happened like that. The strong wind, the heavy rain, the bizarre colors all blended together, and only the figure of No. 23 split the chaos like lightning, and moved forward vigorously and vigorously until the end.

Four codes.

three yards.

The heart slowly rose and blocked the throat.

Two codes.

One code.

My brain was roaring and I completely lost myself in the tornado.

End zone.

Drive straight in and strike fatally.

Time stood still again, everything was paused, everyone looked at each other in confusion, but no one really understood what had just happened.

The Kansas City Chiefs seem to have fully recovered, but they are still at an absolute disadvantage and are struggling to catch up. They must go all out next; the Tennessee Titans also realize the importance of this offense and defense and are on full alert. The strong confrontation between the two teams is bound to result in a fierce battle.

result?

Fifteen seconds, eighty-seven yards.

A long pass and a breakthrough.

Touchdown.

Cleanly and directly, without leaving time to breathe or react, the Kansas City Chiefs once again drove straight in and delivered a fatal blow.

The expectations were just ignited and then extinguished immediately.

So, what exactly happened?
Finally, Vrabel reacted. He controlled and suppressed his emotions again and again, but the frustration and anger finally broke through and burst out in an instant.

"Grass!"

The next second, the magic was lifted and the entire Arrow Stadium was instantly caught in the storm.

"The storm is coming!"

"The storm is here!"

"The storm is here!"

Layer upon layer, rising steadily, the roar stirred in the air, and the shackles of tension and anxiety, stalemate and suffocation were broken and all released in an instant.

In the stadium, Mahomes finally shouted out, clenched his fists, his face flushed, "Ah! Ahhhh!"

One sound, and then another.

But it's still not enough.

"Ahhh!" All the suppressed emotions and the pressure on one's shoulders were vented out at this moment, as if pouring out all the negative emotions in the body.

Some players rushed towards Levi, some rushed towards Mahomes, and the Kansas City Chiefs' offensive team rarely burst out with endless energy.

It was just a touchdown, but it seemed to have turned the disadvantage around and put them ahead.

However, Chris Jones knew that this was the turning point, and even if it was not, they should have made it a turning point and put pressure on the Tennessee Titans.

Levi only needed to give Jones a look or a gesture and he understood what he meant.

So, in a rare move, the usually taciturn and calm Jones turned around to look at the audience stands, raised his hands high, and shouted loudly with a ferocious face.

Again and again, the atmosphere was stirred up, and the atmosphere at Arrowhead Stadium was instantly pushed to a new height.

(End of this chapter)