Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1494 Blind Pass
crisis!

Buckner's alarms were fully sounded, and every cell in his body was sounding the alarm. Although he could not see the overall situation, let alone Reed's strategy, Buckner's beast instinct remained alert in the game, and he realized at the first moment that this might be a life-and-death moment.

If there is a do-or-die moment in the Super Bowl, it’s now.

Start, step forward, break through.

Buckner burst out with incredible energy, stepping forward regardless of the consequences, breaking through the offensive line with an unreasonable attitude, but a little slower -

After all, he is not Aaron Donald.

The Kansas City Chiefs' offensive line also realized that this was a life-and-death battle, and they instantly burst out with amazing energy, charging head-on into the defensive line without giving an inch.

The collision of strength and the confrontation of momentum caused time and space to stagnate briefly, and the smell of blood permeated the air in the sweat that was splashing everywhere.

then!

As Buckner tried to break free from the offensive line, he noticed a flash of white in the pocket on his left side.

That's...Botha.

Not only Buckner, but Bosa also realized the crisis and burst out with energy in an instant. He staggered the positions of the offensive line, cut into the pocket from the side, and rushed straight towards Mahomes.

This is a good thing!

Energy, released.

Bosa exploded instantly, as if he had regained his peak form from last season. A murderous look flashed in his eyes, and he finally found his momentum in a desperate situation.

But...what about Levi?

Why didn't Levi break free in the pocket to stop Bosa?
Buckner had no time to look around, let alone find Levi's position. The only thing he could do was to cut into the pocket as quickly as possible and apply pressure.

Ah, ah ah!
Buckner finally broke free of the offensive line's entanglement and stabbed the Kansas City Chiefs like a sharp knife into the heart, exposing Mahomes directly in front of them.

Pocket, torn.

The San Francisco 49ers' desperate gamble finally gave them the upper hand in the offensive and defensive confrontation. Everything happened in a short moment. Mahomes was like a small boat that was shaky and precarious in a storm, swept into wave after wave of turbulence and could be overturned at any time.

Bosa rushed forward first, and Mahomes was forced to make an abrupt stop and turn and change direction hastily, brushing past Bosa and barely getting rid of him. He just raised his head and glanced forward, moving from Mahomes' own right side to the left, looking for a passing target, and he saw Buckner right in front of him.

Their eyes met, and something was about to happen.

Huh!
Mahomes held his breath.

Bosa: ??? Damn it!

Buckner was very patient, neither rash nor impulsive. As he stepped forward, his muscles were tense and he maintained 100% concentration.

If Mahomes passes the ball one step ahead, don't blame Buckner for blocking the shot.

The air suddenly became tense.

Mahomes continued to turn his head and scanned, and finally stopped at the diagonal area on the left side of the Kansas City Chiefs, which made Buckner's heart shrink instantly-

Hill.

There is no need to look back or observe. Buckner has already made a judgment on the position of the field. The target of the pass in that direction and position is obviously Hill, which means Mahomes is ready to challenge the end zone directly.

Damn!

On fourth down and 10 yards, the Kansas City Chiefs chose to play big, not only taking a risk, but also aiming directly at the bull's eye.

Buckner didn't hesitate or delay, he raised his arms high and rushed towards Mahomes.

Time. Space. It all freezes at this moment.

Mahomes was tired, his chest was burning, his knees were shaking, smoke and flames surged up and down in his throat and chest with every breath. He felt like he was falling apart and could fall apart at any time. He didn't even need Buckner's touch. The moment he avoided Bosa, he had already consumed the last bit of his energy.

But! Mahomes' mind was clear, without a single distracting thought. He could feel the fatigue of his body with every breath he took, and he was concentrating on the stagnation of this moment with the rise and fall of his chest. A glimmer of unstoppable faith burst out from his focused pupils.

Here we go, Buckner.

Buckner is reflected in Mahomes' pupils. As for Bosa? He's long gone from sight.

near.

Get closer.

Mahomes held his breath, letting the fire burn through every inch of muscle in his body, and watched Buckner approach, little by little.

Then, raise your right hand.

Just before Buckner approached, one could even clearly see Buckner's hideous and distorted face under his helmet, capturing that brief moment.

With a slight flick of the wrist, relying solely on the strength of the forearm and wrist, the football turned into a reddish-brown halo and flew out.

Buckner: Hey, just in time! Accurate prediction!

Buckner's eyes revealed a hint of ferocity and pride, and he stretched his hands upwards, fully stretched out, and extended to the extreme -

Block a shot. Block a shot.

He, like the grey wizard Gandalf in "The Lord of the Rings" who intercepted the fire dragon, stood in the way ahead and shouted calmly and steadily:

This road is blocked!
Fourth down and ten yards, blocked interception, he, Buckner, will become the hero of the Super Bowl, just like Malcolm Butler in Super Bowl XLIX, who relied on an interception/steal at the front of the end zone to turn the situation around and overturn the outcome, leading the team to the Super Bowl championship on a colorful cloud.

Pride was revealed in his eyes. Buckner seemed to be able to see the entire Hard Rock Stadium cheering for him and worshipping him. He was ready to open his arms and embrace the applause and heat that belonged to him. He couldn't help but start imagining his own celebration.

ah! Ahhhh!
Energy, blowout.

but--

What about football?

Buckner's body had been stretched to the extreme, and all his energy had been released without reservation, but he could not see the target he was about to attack in his field of vision.

The accident gripped Buckner's heart tightly. All the surging emotions, all the passionate blood, were instantly frozen into ice and he fell into the ice cellar in an instant.

Buckner's eyes widened, and he looked clearly into Mahomes' eyes. There was no obstacle or blockage, and the two people's line of sight collided through their helmets.

It's clear at a glance.

Those eyes, so clear, so bright, so honest, sincere and conscientious, even a little innocent.

However, Buckner did not see the flight trajectory of the football in front of him or above him, and his hands, ready to block the shot, were swaying lonely in the air.

Where's the ball?

He knew something was wrong, but he had no proof.

Suddenly, Buckner felt like a fool. The pride in his pupils froze in an instant, and the next second he was overwhelmed by panic and fear.

Bosa!

Bosa, who was relentless and unyielding, began to spin at high speed like a top after being thrown off by Mahomes. He stumbled to his feet and had no time to identify the direction. He caught the red in his pocket with the corner of his eye and rushed forward with gritted teeth.

boom!
Bosa and Mahomes collided with each other, but Mahomes rolled out. Bosa staggered and barely controlled his steps. Looking back, Bosa and Buckner's eyes collided in the chaos, and a hint of ostentation appeared in Bosa's eyes.

However, Buckner seemed to see a fool: Are you crazy?
Yellow flag!

Roughing the quarterback foul.

(End of this chapter)