Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1446 Continuous Fouls
Richard Sherman gritted his teeth. In order to get rid of Kelsey and get the best position, he mobilized all his speed, strength and balance. He did not stop or compromise. Following the inertia and explosion, he sprinted towards the red figure No. 23 regardless of anything:

Speed? Explosive power? He's not bad either!
step!
Two steps!

In just two steps, Sherman was already staggering towards Levi. He had no time to adjust his balance or pace. He just staggered and rushed forward with all his heart, trying to add strength and inertia to his body weight and use himself as a weapon to complete the impact.

It's on the verge!
Seeing that Sherman and Levi were about to collide head-on, at the critical moment, his eyes had no time to distinguish carefully, but he saw Levi straighten his knees and stand up straight, and he didn't know when the football had switched to his left hand. He raised his right hand, stretched out his arm, and reached towards Sherman's position.

Straight arm block!

It turned out that Levi's action of relying on speed to force a breakthrough through the gap in the encirclement was actually a feint, the purpose of which was to lure Sherman into a trap.

When Sherman threw his body away without any regard for his center of gravity, it also meant that Sherman's feet left the ground, unable to win support from the ground, and his center of gravity was unstable and unable to exert force.

Then, Levi showed his real trump card.

Everything happened in a flash, so fast that Sherman was stunned and had no time to react. Levi's right hand had already landed on his right shoulder.

A touch.

Sherman looked up at Levi, saw those eyes through the helmet, and had only one thought in his mind: Damn it.

Power, bursting out in an instant.

Sherman: Hum.

Sherman let out a muffled groan. He had no time to react. He only felt that the whole world was spinning 360 degrees along the vertical axis like a windmill.

"Straight arm block!"

"Hey!"

"Levi knocks Sherman head-on!"

"Sherman falls to the ground. Sherman falls to the ground! Levi regains the space to advance!"

"God!"

There was a burst of exclamations in the live broadcast room. No one had expected that the first wave of offense and defense at the beginning of the game would turn out to be such a high-quality round.

On the court, linebacker Warner, who had just been thrown off by Levi, and safeties Ward and Tate, who were in front of him, had no time to marvel:
The moment Sherman was overturned, the crisis was upon them, like a flood, drowning and swallowing them in an instant.

However, there is no going back.

Ward stepped forward immediately and charged sideways like a bull, crashing into Levi.

Warner seized the opportunity and after Levi completed the live block, his center of gravity was caught in the storm of reaction force and he didn't have time to stand firm. He was hit head-on and his steps were swaying. Warner made a quick decision and pounced forward from the rear, opening his arms to grab Levi's waist.

"Have it!"

Warner completed the tackle and grabbed Levi's waist accurately, but he couldn't stop himself and crashed into Levi's back like a space train, pushing Levi forward. He was just knocked away by Ward and then crashed into Ward's arms again. The three of them fell together.

Stumbling. Bumping. Chaos.

Levi held his breath, with only one thought in his mind: push off the ground.

His footsteps collided with the ground continuously, and he tried to regain his strength and center of gravity in the chaos. The surging forces and inertia from different directions were like turbulent currents, sweeping Levi's body forward continuously. It felt like being caught in an ocean undercurrent and his body was out of control.

Push off the ground. It's the only way to regain control.

Behind him, Warner's tackle was blown away by the turbulence; in front of him, Ward, who had never completed the tackle accurately in the chaos, had to pull at his jersey.

Like a life-saving straw.

Dazzled and overwhelmed.

There was a brief moment of confusion in the live broadcast room, as almost everyone thought that this wave of ground advancement was over. Levi fell to the ground near the 45-yard line, scoring the first attack for the Kansas City Chiefs; but the three of them stumbled and tangled together as they moved toward the midfield line, but they never fell to the ground.

Then, "Yellow flag!" "Vordra foul."

"Yellow flag!"

"Foul by the Wanara."

"…Levi, get rid of it! Levi!"

The collision and intersection of different forces, Levi finally miraculously got rid of both Ward and Warner, and "crawled" forward with stumbling steps.

My knees can hardly be straightened; my feet are slipping.

Levi looked like he might fall down at any time or end his advance at any time. He was using all his strength to fight against the entanglement from Ward, Warner and the law of universal gravitation.

Hold your breath!

Use your right hand to support the ground, forcefully stretch your center of gravity, and try to straighten your knees, using the movement of pushing off the ground to regain your balance while swinging.

When he looked up, Levi's eyes met the eyes of another safety, Tate.

Looking at each other.

The expression in Tate's helmet was unable to conceal his surprise and astonishment: Is this the real-life version of "Terminator"?

Then, Tate could clearly see the corners of Levi's mouth slightly raised, outlining a smile, and even took the lead, and his body turned into a shadow.

Oops!

Tate didn't have time to think, he followed his instinct and rushed out reflexively.

With a big stride, Tate rushed out, his fingers touching Levi's jersey. He subconsciously closed his fingertips and tried to grab the jersey.

At this point, it was no longer a matter of whether it was a foul or not.

When he closed his fingertips, there was only air. Tate could feel the texture of the jersey, but he still couldn't control it.

Push off the ground and lunge forward.

Tate followed Levi closely and immediately felt that Levi had not yet regained his center of gravity and could not speed up at all. This was the opportunity!
He took a step forward and missed.

Step forward again and hit.

Three steps forward, entanglement.

Tate and Levi were running side by side and it was difficult to tell them apart because both of them were always in a bumpy state of running and their center of gravity was swaying, so that Tate's intention to control the situation was always unsuccessful. He had thought about simply crashing into Levi and knocking him down, but he himself had no way to exert any strength and was not sure whether this strategy would succeed. In the fierce stalemate, Tate subconsciously entangled with Levi and continued to advance step by step.

Midfield line!
Forty-five yard line!
Tate didn't have to wait long before help appeared. Rookie linebacker Greenlaw was chasing him at full speed, trying to assist Tate in completing the double-team defense.

Wild wind hunting.

Levi didn't have time to look back. He couldn't see what was happening behind him, but he could feel Tate's pressure, which was shortening the distance between them.

The feeling was like a noose around his neck, slowly, slowly tightening, leaving him little time to break free.

How to do?
With messy steps, swaying center of gravity and stagnant breathing, Levi had neither time nor space to adjust. The San Francisco 49ers defense launched wave after wave of attacks.

In a flash, there was no time to hesitate. Levi glanced sideways at Tate. At this time, Tate was not in a hurry to knock Levi over immediately. This made Levi realize that reinforcements had arrived and he could no longer wait.

A brake!
Levi, stopped, suddenly stopped running, and pressed the pause button on the high-speed running world——

But, it's limited to him alone.

(End of this chapter)