Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1615 Frog in the Well
"Bowen! Bowen! Bowen!"

"Bowen, go! Go!"

Noisy, bustling, passionate, and exhilarating.

Clearly, Bowen was the last hope for the defense, and the defensive players were shouting and cheering him on with all their might.

The atmosphere was jubilant, like a dream, awakening childhood memories. Everything was so simple; happiness could be found simply by running.

Everything was unfamiliar. They hadn't even had a chance to formally introduce themselves; they had only exchanged greetings in an online meeting. There were no pleasantries, no small talk, no getting to know each other. Yet, skipping so many steps of social interaction, they could clearly feel the connection between them.

Is this really okay?

Bowen was dizzy and confused, completely unaware of what was happening, but a surge of energy still burst forth from his body, and he continued to run after them.

For a brief moment, Bowen felt as if he were standing on a cloud, with an endless supply of energy within him, capable of running to the ends of the earth.

However, it was all an illusion.

After a brief burst of heat, the power suddenly went out. Bowen couldn't even remember if he had run five laps, three laps, or two laps. Suddenly, he came to an abrupt stop and stood there, stunned. His whole body was burning, and all his strength vanished like a receding tide. His body felt incredibly heavy, and he sank deep into the grass, dragged down by gravity, unable to lift himself up.

A feeling that comes from the depths of the soul, a feeling that you are falling slowly and sinking deeper, but you can't feel the end.

Bowen knew he could no longer lift his foot, not even a single step. He could barely stand still, and the slightest breeze could cause him to crumble, or even collapse. Although his inner will still wanted to move forward, it was ultimately impossible.

then.

Bowen stood there, stunned, breathing heavily.

Regret? A little bit.

But there was no sadness or depression, only a sense of exhilaration, because Bowen knew he had given his all, even beyond his own imagination.

With a long sigh, Bowen straightened up and, relying on his trembling legs, slowly moved forward at a snail's pace towards the players' area. A hint of apology appeared on his face; he had ultimately let everyone down and failed to persevere to the end.

Diggs was the first to rush out, fully recovered and back to his usual self, "Well done, brother! Awesome! Absolutely amazing!"

Diggs jumped high and gave Bowen a high five.

Bowen could barely stand; he didn't even have the strength to raise his hand. But once Diggs passed by, Bowen could see that all the players had raised their right hands, whether they were Kansas City Chiefs veterans or unfamiliar faces who had arrived in Kansas City for the first time this year.

"Wow, amazing, amazing!"

"The last survivor of the defense."

"As expected, the rookie is still a monster. Our defense is going to be crushed again this year."

"It's okay, it's okay, losing to a newbie isn't shameful."

"Newcomer, how's it going? How's it going?"

Amidst the laughter and chatter, one could clearly feel the bond forged through shared joys and sorrows, through sweat and toil, quietly taking shape.

Mattiu's smile widened completely. "Come on, welcome to the Kansas Chiefs. After this ordeal, you are now a chief."

Beside him, Chris Jones remained expressionless, coldly remarking, "He's just happy that someone's with us to suffer the rookie grind." "What, you're not happy?"

"Do you have the guts to say those same things to a newbie?"

"Ha. Haha. You..."

This scene was not only not stopped by the others, but they also cheered. It was obvious that this was a normal part of the team's routine, with the locker room always in a relaxed atmosphere, filled with laughter.

Bowen felt a warmth in his chest, and a surge of strength welled up within him. He raised his right hand and jogged towards his friends, his spirits soaring.

Finally, after catching his breath, Bowen looked back at the field, all his amazement stuck in his throat, unable to utter a sound.

—Warm-up? Training? It continues.

"Wow. Wow wow wow."

There was a wailing monster making noise nearby. Bowen glanced at Diggs helplessly; Diggs seemed even more excited than Levi and the others.

Diggs seemed to notice Bowen's gaze, and his smile faded slightly. "Regret. Remorse. Annoyance. Ah, I should have been calmer. I knew that a rookie wasn't that simple, but I got carried away at the beginning and didn't stop. I made a mistake that's typical of beginners, and I made a huge embarrassment."

Bowen didn't kick you when you were down. "You don't look down at all right now."

Diggs turned around abruptly. "Disappointed! How could I not be disappointed! Didn't you notice? I was disappointed for a whole minute, a hellish experience."

Bowen: ...

The next second, Diggs was looking at the court again, yelling, "Rookie, rookie! Aa ...

Diggs nudged Bowen on the shoulder, and the stunned Bowen finally snapped out of his daze. "How long do you think they can keep this up? This training is way more terrifying than a marathon."

Bowen paused for a moment, then shook his head and honestly admitted, "I don't know. My imagination isn't enough to fathom their limits."

Diggs turned his head and exchanged glances, his eyes bright. "But I know that the rookie will have the last laugh. In the Red Tide Storm, the legend of the rookie running the whole team to the ground still circulates. Am I really going to witness it with my own eyes today?" As he spoke, he jumped up.

Even Bowen couldn't help but get excited—

He collapsed from exhaustion? JJ Watt?

Speed ​​may not be Watt's forte, but he is a well-known athletic prodigy in the league, and his performance in terms of endurance, stamina, and maintaining peak condition is absolutely top-notch among the league's elite.

Levi's physical fitness might be slightly better, after all, Watt still had various injuries last season, and there's also the stark difference in age; but does Levi really want to outrun Watt?
difficult.

They should not forget that Watt's tenacity and willpower were also his weapons in dominating the field, and his competitive spirit would never allow him to easily admit defeat.

Soon, Diggs and Bowen discovered that they weren't the only ones curious; whispered discussions had spread throughout the team without exception.

The Kansas City Chiefs players know Levi; they know his abilities. Of course, they also know Watt—the "defensive monster" is a household name. In the past two years, Levi and Watt's reputations at their private training camp in Miami have been a hot topic, and we should also add Aaron Donald to that list.

A bunch of devils. A bunch of beasts. A bunch of...perverts.

Now, they finally have the opportunity to witness the head-to-head duel between two training fanatics, Levi and Watt, up close. Who could refuse that?
Quietly, things gradually veered off course, naturally transitioning from a surprise event to the first showdown at the summer training camp.

"Levi vs. Watt!"
(End of this chapter)