Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1482: War Drums Beat
The spotlight came on and enveloped Breeland.

The next second, Samuel leaped forward, grabbed Breland from behind, and fell to the ground in a mutual destruction posture.

However, Breeland curled up and guarded the football tightly, refusing to let go.

"Intercept!"

"God, interception!"

"Breeland brought the ball possession to the Kansas City Chiefs and gave the San Francisco 49ers a wake-up call!"

"The Kansas City Chiefs just scored a touchdown with Levi, sounding the clarion call for a counterattack. The San Francisco 49ers needed to stand firm, respond, and be tough, but under pressure, Garoppolo made an obvious mistake in trying to connect with Samuel's five-yard short pass and was intercepted."

"The situation has reversed again!"

Everything changes rapidly, and although people know that many things can happen in competitive sports, it is still different to actually experience it in person.

Every time! Literally, every time I could feel the heart-bursting madness.

Ahhhhh!
Fowler raised his arms high and rushed across the side of the court, cheering and roaring all the way, even happier than when he had stolen the ball.

Ahhhhh!
Fowler pushed Samuel away, and Breeland was about to sit up, but was knocked down by Fowler again, "Intercept! Ahhh, intercept! It's an interception!"

Fowler is a relentless screaming machine, repeating the same words over and over again.

Not only the defense, but also the Kansas City Chiefs' offense clenched their fists and cheered, roaring like lions.

Ariana stood up with her arms raised high.

Not only her, Swift also stood up, her eyes full of disbelief. Although she had no idea what happened on the court, her heart was beating wildly uncontrollably. She looked at Ariana, "Is it our ball? Is it us?"

Ariana nodded vigorously, and the two of them jumped in ecstasy on the spot.

Ah, ah ah!
Then, they noticed, the roars.

Roar!
Like a lion roaring.

hoo hoo hoo!
Low, steady, solid, and rich, like a war song from the depths of the soul, rushing out of the body. This is the voice of the chief, a primitive, naked, rough, simple, yet real and profound roar.

In front of the TV, David Anderson watched this scene quietly, his heart pounding and his blood boiling.

He knew that the time had come for the Kansas Chief.

Unyielding, tenacious, refusing to surrender, refusing to give up, fighting to the end, that high morale and indomitable fighting spirit has never been extinguished.

Anderson seemed to be able to see Felix in the Old Oak Tavern. He stood up from his wheelchair suddenly, raised his hands high, and patted his chest hard.

Banging.

Shouting at the TV screen at the top of my lungs, "Fly!"

They flew together until the moment their lives burned out.

boom! Bang bang bang!
Anderson couldn't help himself anymore, even though he was in Kansas City, but at this moment, they were all in Hard Rock Stadium, fighting side by side.

Let the storm come even harder!

He pounded on the bar counter and roared softly, the intertwined waves of sound intertwined and entangled, marching towards the Hard Rock Stadium. Roar, roar, roar, roar!
The sound is earth-shaking!
There was no explosive energy, no detonating gongs and drums. The sound settled down and solidified the momentum.

Swift stared at the scene in astonishment.

Until this moment, her wildly beating heart finally burst out with corresponding energy, and for the first time she truly felt the enthusiasm and the passion.

Then, I couldn't help but join in, following the neutral fans in the stadium, becoming a part of the Kansas City Chiefs, feeling and experiencing it with my heart.

Now, they finally understand why the Kansas City Chiefs can win so much support from fans.

Victory? Championship?
Of course, it is undeniable that this is part of it; but when you peel away the clouds, the tenacity and fighting spirit hidden deep in the soul of this team are the most moving and precious, and truly interpret the spirit of competitive sports to the fullest.

Just like Anne Galas. Just like Felix Grey.

Listen, the war drums are beating.

This is the true attitude of the Kansas City Chiefs. The moment of the warriors has come, and the Hard Rock Stadium has truly evolved into the home of the defending champions.

Everyone, bow down in worship!
Roar! Roar, roar, roar!
A roar and an energy burst out from the depths of the soul. In a short time, it covered the sky and blocked out the sun, circling over the entire city of Miami, truly turning this place into a party place.

The whole world seemed to stand behind the Kansas Chiefs and provide them with support.

The turning point is coming!
Just like facing the Tennessee Titans in the divisional round, this is the ability of the Kansas City Chiefs now, the ability to break out at any time, the ability to counterattack randomly at any time, and they don't even need to wait until the edge of the cliff or the end of the fourth quarter. The Kansas City Chiefs have begun to regain the initiative.

And it's not just the Kansas City Chief himself.

Originally, there were more neutral fans cheering for the San Francisco 49ers tonight. After all, fans of the other teams did not want to see the Kansas City Chiefs make history.

The feat of winning three consecutive championships in an undefeated season is truly enviable.

However, the situation now seems to have changed. Little by little, one by one, neutral fans are involuntarily joining the roar.

The perseverance in the face of strong confrontation, the tenacity in the face of backwardness, the burning passion in a stalemate, are like a lighthouse at the end of the vast ocean, lonely but tenacious, weak but bright, guiding the direction forward, escaping from the darkness, escape from the uncertainty, and sprinting towards victory.

That is what the heart desires, and no one can resist it.

The sound of war drums and thunder echoed between heaven and earth.

At least, starting from the Hard Rock Stadium, people were deeply immersed in the frenzy and heat wave, their rationality disappeared, and more and more people cheered and shouted wildly.

Roar! Roar, roar, roar!
Over and over again, it poured out like a tidal wave and a raging storm, and the roar continued to swirl and stir, pushing tonight's peak showdown to a whole new height.

Who can refuse?

Chris Jones stood up and looked at Breeland who was surrounded by the crowd. He didn't feel any regret or depression for being left out. Instead, he secretly clenched his fists.

If Justin Houston was here, this would be the role he would play, using his broken body as a backup and shouldering the responsibility of the team's defense.

It's true that the Kansas City Chiefs are not invincible. They get hurt, they have weaknesses, they fluctuate, and they can lose games just as easily.

However, any team that wants to defeat the Kansas City Chiefs must use all their energy, because the Kansas City Chiefs will fight to the last minute, and if they want to win, they must snatch it from the Kansas City Chiefs themselves!
Slowly, Chris Jones straightened his back, held his head high and chest out, standing tall. Even though his calves were throbbing and his knees were trembling, his spine was straight.

At this moment, after two seasons of trials and tribulations, Chris Jones finally understood the responsibilities and meaning of a captain.

(End of this chapter)