Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1614 Perfect Integration
What a surprise, a tiny little surprise.

According to Reed, the Kansas City Chiefs are indeed facing additional pressure this year, not only from the outside world, but also from the team itself.

After winning three consecutive championships, whether it's complacency, arrogance, or a waning desire for victory, psychological changes are ultimately unavoidable.

Unfortunately, the spring training camp was forcibly skipped, and they didn't even have the chance to see the rookies they selected in person, further delaying the training.

The situation is not good.

However, looking at the situation now, it is indeed not very clear and there are many difficulties; but thanks to the existence of Levi and Watt, the situation is far better than expected.

Li Wei and his group officially entered their fourth year, and their rookie season was about to end. As a result, they were still full of energy, while the real young rookies couldn't keep up. The aftereffects of canceling the spring training camp suddenly surfaced, and a smile involuntarily appeared in Reed's eyes.

Huff. Huff.

A fire was burning in Diggs' lungs, and he realized that his breathing rhythm had been disrupted, clearly indicating that he was in very serious trouble.

Diggs could no longer find his previous excitement and elation. His face was serious, and he stared intently at Li Wei's back. Although Li Wei was also expending energy and burning through his strength, it was obvious to anyone with eyes that Li Wei had not reached his limit, far from it, and even seemed to be handling it with ease.

It seems that Li Wei also knows that this is the first lesson of the summer training camp, and there is no need to immediately increase the intensity. This is still a lenient approach.

However, this only made Diggs disappointed and frustrated with himself.

He was so eager to impress Li Wei that he messed things up.

Countless rumors circulated about Levi at the University of Alabama. Diggs looked up to Levi and admired him, but he believed he was no less capable than anyone else.

But what about now?

Diggs was furious, annoyed, and frustrated, mainly angry at himself for being so impulsive and never learning his lesson.

His attention wandered, his knees buckled, and Diggs, like a ball, tumbled forward and fell off the group.

Instinctively, Diggs tried to stand up and keep up, but his calves were as weak as noodles, and he fell out again in a sorry state.

Grass!
Diggs clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the ground.

Grass! Grass! Grass!
A nonchalant voice came from the side, "It's alright, you'll get used to it."

Diggs looked up and saw a figure strolling past him; it must be the team's starting cornerback, Bryland.

Diggs, supporting himself on his trembling legs, struggled to his feet and followed Brilland's steps, swaying and dragging himself forward with difficulty. "What do you mean?"

This scene, as observed by the coaching staff, showed them to be even more fatigued than the players due to lactic acid secretion, but their minds were already at work.

Viktor seemed slightly surprised. "His physical test scores were pretty good. He won't fall behind from the start, will he...?"

Reed was also a little curious. "Let's wait and see. Rookies shouldn't be wrong. Besides, it's better to fall behind at the beginning than to discover the problem after the season starts. Look at that kid."

Vickery followed Reed's gaze, not bothering to hide his surprise. "Huh? He's still here?"

Inside the team, Bowen was still barely holding on, watching helplessly as Diggs rolled out. He instinctively reached out to try and grab Diggs.

Clearly, this is futile.

With a slight misstep, Bowen continued onward, forced to leave Diggs behind, as he was now in dire straits himself.

In terms of physical fitness alone, Bowen was indeed no match for these monsters. He was just managing to keep up with the pace by allocating his energy according to his own rhythm. He watched helplessly as Levi and the others gradually pulled away, and Bowen was already half a lap behind. But he was still gritting his teeth and persevering.

Bowen lacked confidence; he felt he wouldn't be able to finish the race. Judging from the performances of Brilland and Chris Jones, it was clear that Levi's training wasn't designed for the entire team to persevere. In the end, only a few exceptional players would likely complete the race. "Be prepared"—now Bowen finally understood the true meaning behind Levi's words.

As expected, a devil is a devil, worthy of being called the ultimate demon king of the professional league.

But Bowen gritted his teeth and persevered, wanting to see how long he could hold on and to test his limits.

From elementary school to middle school to university, everyone said he was outstanding, everyone said he was a genius, everyone said he would definitely make a name for himself in the professional league, but he never lost his way. He knew that was just a beautiful vision, because he lived in a small town, and people had never seen the real abilities of a professional player up close. To them, he was already an invincible ceiling.

However, the reality is that there are always people more capable than you.

Even his alma mater, the University of Wisconsin, is not a top team in the NCAA. Bowen has always wanted to break out of the well that has trapped him, see the outside world, and realize his true level, not to give up, but to continue to fight and break through.

He hopes to stand on the professional stage, compete against top players, and challenge his own limits.

Now, the opportunity has arrived—

He wanted to keep going and see, even if it was just basic warm-up exercises.

The gap was widening, but Bowen continued to complete all the training meticulously at his own pace. He was a bit slower, but he refused to cut corners.

It's just the most basic and simple training, with little technical content. It relies entirely on instinct and willpower to persevere. Most of the time, it's just tedious repetition. But precisely because of this, Bowen, who is down-to-earth, can focus on himself without any burden and grit his teeth to keep running.

Gradually, Bowen seemed to be less tired. He could feel his limbs again, his breathing seemed to become smoother, and he regained some strength. He was able to increase his speed slightly, trying to shorten the gap between him and the leading group and avoid looking like two different worlds.

He felt that maybe he could.

"Roar! Zac, go! Zac!"

"Zack, you can do it!"

"Zack, my brother, we're cheering for you."

A commotion arose from the outer circle, and cheers and shouts surged forth. Bowen was startled and only had time to glance at it briefly.

In the crowd, the rookies, the players who joined this season, the undrafted rookies, and the free agents who came to try out for the Kansas City Chiefs all gathered together, waving flags and cheering for Bowen, as if he were the last hope for these outsiders, and everyone was united.

Bowen was taken aback.

Further ahead, Brilland, Chris Jones, and Mattio were also clapping and tapping their hands in encouragement, conveying their support through their eyes and gestures.

"Hold on, hold on."

"you can!"

"Bring glory to the defense!"

"We're counting on you."

"come on!"

Quietly and imperceptibly, the entire team has become one, including not only the players, but also the coaching staff and other personnel.

The atmosphere was exceptionally lively, instantly transporting me back to my elementary school sports meet, bringing back a flood of memories.

(End of this chapter)