Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1672 The Might of the Champion
Damp. Heavy. Cold.

It's only October, and autumn hasn't fully covered the entire North American continent yet, but Buffalo, battered by torrential rains, can already feel the threat of winter.

Immersed in the rain, the biting cold seeped into my skin, and my joints groaned softly, as if they might fall apart at any moment.

However, the competition continued.

Watt was completely absorbed.

It wasn't because of the uproar on social media, but because of Levi and Kansas City.

Faced with defeat, setbacks, and difficulties, he truly felt the soul of this team and this city for the first time. He was no longer a bystander or an outsider who joined halfway through his journey. He could empathize, he could become a part of it, and he could awaken those feelings deep in his memory.

Watt is broken. Repeated injuries have shattered his body and soul. Doctors have said that he will never be whole again and will never be able to recover. He must face his scarred self and continue to live. Even after retirement, the pain will always be with him.

Perhaps retiring early is the best option.

However, Watt did not.

He continues to strive, he continues to fight, he continues to burn brightly and bloom freely—

This week, the Houston Texans announced the firing of O'Brien.

O'Brien, who was all-powerful and influential just a month ago, has been kicked out of the league in the blink of an eye, once again demonstrating the cruel and ruthless side of the professional league.

Social media erupted in celebration, with netizens hailing the return of Watt to Houston, where he was finally exonerated.

In the eyes of netizens, O'Brien's consecutive trades of Hopkins and Watt have backfired, and Watt should be overjoyed and celebrate. The former flag-bearer of Houston Texans has finally regained his glory, and Houston is eagerly awaiting his return in the grandest and most solemn way.

In fact, Watt didn't care.

Even Watt himself was very surprised—

He thought he would be happy, he would be glad, but O'Brien ultimately failed to have the last laugh; he thought he would be regretful, he would be sad, because O'Brien ruined the Houston Texans' last chance to make it to the Super Bowl. Look at the Tennessee Titans, who are still undefeated this season. They could have been the Houston Texans, but now everything has vanished, and they can't start over.

However, no, absolutely none.

Watt only glanced at the news briefly before returning his attention to the Kansas Chief.

Watt felt at home in Kansas City.

A kind of tenacity, a kind of determination, a kind of unity, a spirit that shouldn't exist in a professional league but proudly blossoms—the bond between the city and the team is tightly intertwined, mutually enhancing each other.

Watt had never been so eager to be a part of the team and to leave his mark in the locker room.

The situation is the same right now.

Heavy rain. Gale-force winds. Cold weather. These hardships could not dampen Watt's belief and determination; on the contrary, the more difficult the situation, the stronger their fighting spirit became.

A champion is not just defined by a trophy or a ring; the spirit displayed in the face of adversity and challenges is equally important.

He, JJ Watt, wasn't doing this to prove himself, much less to embarrass O'Brien and the Houston Texans, but to fight alongside the Kansas City Chiefs and give it his all.

"attack!"

Amidst the cacophony of rain, Josh Allen's opening throw command ripped through the mist and crashed into the air.

Watt pushed off with his left leg, stomping hard into the puddle. His toes and forefoot splashed water as he propelled himself forward like an arrow.

His body shifted, pulling to his left, preparing to break through from the outside of the pocket as usual. But just as he was about to collide with the attacking force, he reversed course, pulling his body back to the right.

boom!
Shoulder to shoulder!

Watt instantly exerted his strength, his left shoulder pressing against the opponent's right shoulder, and with a step forward, he completed the breakthrough in an instant, pressing down from the inside of the pocket in the style of Aaron Donald.

The power erupted, yet it never roared out; all the energy accumulated and boiled within his chest.

One step. Two steps.

Josh Allen was already in front of me, our eyes met briefly in the downpour, and we faced off for a moment.

Josh Allen, 6.43 feet (196 cm) and 237 pounds (107 kg), is a heavy quarterback comparable to Roslisberger. Unlike Roslisberger, he is agile and quick, and like all the new generation of quarterbacks, he has the ability to run with the ball.

Therefore, he is not afraid of collisions and confrontations, and possesses the ability to break through—

Difficult.

As their eyes met, Josh Allen remained calm, deliberately pausing to wait for Watt to make the first move, then subtly shifting his position.

Then, with a slight movement to the right, Josh Allen was ready, raising his hand to pass the ball.

The next second, Josh Allen was blinded by a surging white wave that rushed towards him with lightning speed, leaving him no room to react.

Josh Allen: Terrible.

Buffalo Bills' number 17 only managed to protect the football before being tackled and brought to the ground in a disheveled state.

There's no chance! Absolutely no chance!
"Capture and kill!"

"That was a sack and kill! JJ Watt sacked Josh Allen!"

"Crisp and efficient! Straight to the point!"

"The Buffalo Bills tried to deceive their opponents with a fake run and a real pass, but Watt accurately predicted it. A crossover feint tore apart the Buffalo Bills' offensive line, and like a wild bull breaking through the pocket, a mighty storm swept towards Josh Allen."

"Bend your knees! Lower your center of gravity! Aim precisely at Josh Allen!"

"Josh Allen tried to fake out his opponent, but clearly Watt wasn't having any of it!"

"He walks through the mud! He braves the storm!"

"boom!"

"Justin! James! Watt!"

"He grabbed Josh Allen like a wild beast and slammed him to the ground!"

"The earth shook! Water splashed everywhere!"

"Capture! Perfect capture! The Buffalo Bills' offensive line stood frozen like puppets, completely unprepared for this moment."

"Number 99! From number 99 for the Houston Texans to number 99 for the Kansas City Chiefs, JJ Watt remains the indomitable, blood-soaked warrior!"

"Look at that power, look at that burst of energy, look at that reaction! Without a doubt, JJ Watt has spoken out once again; he is still fighting!"

The world was filled with a deafening roar.

Josh Allen lay on the ground, every bone and joint in his body groaning in protest; he even felt that his body no longer belonged to him.

The scorching heat and freezing rain hit him in the face, and if Josh Allen looked up, he could see Watt's murderous eyes.

Then, "Aa ...

Watt finally could no longer suppress his anger. He roared to the sky, letting out a furious outburst, releasing all his power. Even the torrential rain became a mere backdrop. It seemed as if he were the only one in the world, standing tall and commanding the wind and rain, utterly destroying the Buffalo Bill before him.

A sense of foreboding washed over Josh Allen, but unfortunately, in the real world, ominous premonitions are often true.

Without exception.

(End of this chapter)