Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1507 Dominate the world
“Touchdown!”

"Levi!"

"The game is over, Levi destroyed the San Francisco 49ers with a touchdown and killed the game!"

"The Kansas City Chiefs went completely crazy. At the end of the back-and-forth duel, they completely let go. After the defense intercepted Garoppolo, the offense not only did not waste the game time conservatively, but also seized the impatience and desperation of the San Francisco 49ers and continued to destroy the opponent with offense."

"Tough! Tenacious! Calm! Positive! Domineering!"

"In the toughest and most important game of the entire season, the Kansas City Chiefs showed their style with absolute dominance."

"It's not just about tactics, it's also about momentum and determination!"

"Third down and one yard, a routine run, but Levi once again turned decay into magic, breaking free from three tackles in a row and turning the one-yard run into a 23-yard touchdown run. This was Levi's fourth touchdown combined with his passing and running in this game. It was a massacre, a complete massacre."

"The Kansas City Chiefs once again widened the score gap, leading the San Francisco 49ers by two touchdowns and completely destroying the last bit of fighting spirit of the San Francisco 49ers."

"The Kansas City Chiefs destroyed the San Francisco 49ers!"

“There is little suspense left for the championship.”

incredible!

Unbelievable!
But the more this happens, the more it highlights the frenzy of this moment.

"28:42".

A glance at the scoreboard showed that the Kansas City Chiefs went from leading to falling behind and then overtaking. Now they have widened the gap again and pushed the San Francisco 49ers into the abyss.

Boom boom boom, boom boom boom, the whole audience was crazy.

In the end zone, Levi sprinted to the finish line at full speed, turned around, and looked at Ward, who was a step slower, with clear eyes, with a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.

Ward's breath got stuck in his throat and he lowered his eyes involuntarily. He obediently avoided the road, passed Levi, rushed all the way to the buffer zone on the sidelines, and slammed into it hard, wishing he could bury himself.

However, Levi ignored Ward. He held his head high and looked at the chaos and mess behind him. People were standing or lying down, panting and with confused eyes. They were scattered everywhere in pieces, like a pile of loose sand and falling apart, just like his back garden.

Bow down, pay homage to—

This is his achievement.

Then, Levi held the football high.

boom.

In an instant, the entire Hard Rock Stadium burst into amazing energy as one. Everyone stood up and cheered, and a heat wave like a midsummer rainstorm poured down.

"Levi!"

Deafening.

"Levi!"

hoarse.

At this moment, Levi is the center of the world.

But the next second, Levi's body could no longer bear the exhaustion and burning. He was overdrawn, his knees softened, and he fell down, lying in the end zone. Every muscle in his body was protesting, even the cells were wailing, wrapped in a ball of flames.

I couldn't move a finger.

Directly above, the starry sky looms in the bright white lights of the Hard Rock Stadium, showing a vast universe.

My blood is boiling and my passion is burning, as if I can own the whole world with just open my arms.

Turning his head, Levi could see Anne and Felix running wildly and cheering in celebration. Their rosy cheeks and bright eyes were full of vitality. They were still running, still fighting, and still blooming.

Rookie! Rookie!
They called out to the fullest, no matter when and where, they would always be a chief, always accompany the team to fight to the end. After all, he did not let them down, he was still willing to believe in the dream, he was still chasing the dawn, he was still going all out for the possibility of a miracle.

Slowly close your eyes, and you can hear a roar deep in your soul.

then.

"Rookie!"

With a shout, Hardman was the first to pounce on Levi, and Levi swallowed the wailing in his throat before it could be uttered.

As a result, one after another, Kelsey, Hill and the others all rushed over and started to pile up like a human pyramid. Their excited shouts surged on the eardrums, and their joy and happiness burned and bloomed wildly, being released without reservation.

"Rookie! Touchdown! Rookiea ...

One side of the stadium looked like a sea of ​​fire.

On the other side of the court, he fell into an ice cellar.

Half heaven, half hell, in the surging frenzy of the whole stadium, the San Francisco 49ers were dragged into the abyss of despair in depression and silence.

Garoppolo's knees weakened and he almost fell to his knees. He just relied on his last breath to hold on, and his remaining rationality stopped him from going back to the edge of the cliff.

End?

No, no, no, this is not the end. The "Golden Boy Battle" cannot end like this. He cannot end this duel with an interception in such a cowardly and embarrassing way.

But what should he do? He raised his eyes and looked at the court, but he was at a loss. He didn't even know where to focus.

Shanahan clenched his fists tightly. Because he was squeezing too hard, his flat nails dug into his palms. He felt a sharp pain and a wet, sticky warmth seeped out. The muscles in his palms and forearms were so tense that he couldn't relax. He had only one thought in his mind:
No.

A denial, a resistance.

However, Shanahan didn't know what he was denying or resisting; or perhaps he didn't have the courage to face it.

In theory, the game is still not over.

Forty-one seconds, two timeouts, and two possessions down, the San Francisco 49ers were still able to tie the game with a Hail Mary, a gambling kick, and a Hail Mary.

They needed three consecutive miracles to drag the game into overtime, but if they didn't try hard, how could they know that it couldn't happen?

At the same time, the same thing happened in the live broadcast room.

99.99% of the suspense of the game has been killed; but as long as there is a glimmer of hope, they cannot announce the end of the game in advance. Even if the entire social network has begun to explode, as professional commentators, they must persist in the live broadcast room until the game is officially over.

In fact, the same is true for the Kansas City Chiefs.

Chris Jones, Mathieu, Fowler, Breeland and other defensive players all stood in a neat row on the sidelines of the court, looking at Levi, who was exhausted as if he had been fished out of the water. He refused Hardman's help and walked back step by step relying on his own strength.

This is the style of the Kansas City Chiefs. No matter the score or the situation, they always fight to the end with their own spirit and will.

One after another, the defensive players came forward to high-five Levi, still rubbing their hands and still concentrating, ready to end the game with their own hands.

The battle horn was soon sounded again.

Kelsey returned to the sidelines and was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief. He relaxed a little, picked up the water bottle, and drank big gulps of water into his dry throat. However, his eyes couldn't help but roll around as he looked around. He secretly glanced at Reed and Burns from the coaching staff, and then secretly glanced at Levi who was still standing on the sidelines and refusing to sit down. A clever idea popped up in his mind, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

Hey!

Just then Hardman came over with a water bottle to fill it with Gatorade and was caught by Kelsey.

"McColl!"

Hardman stopped and looked at the sneaky Kelsey with confusion: Huh?

(End of this chapter)