Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1680 Surfing Touchdown
The world fell silent, with only the continuous patter of raindrops striking our eardrums.

The entire audience was stunned, their shouts and gasps stuck in their throats, staring blankly at the scene, completely unable to react.

A dark blue figure recklessly flew into the flame like a moth, crashing into it in a suicidal manner, and became entangled with the white lightning bolt.

That white figure, freed from the pull of gravity, was swept into the rain and mist, where turbulent waves spun rapidly, blurring all the different colors into a single mass.

However, he did not give up or fall to the ground. He continued to move forward in an incredible way, relying only on his toes to touch the ground, as if flying on grass or floating on water.

Stumbling and staggering, it could be swept away by the storm at any moment, but the kite string held on stubbornly, never breaking even when stretched to its limit. It held the kite tightly, continuing to travel through the storm, sometimes flying, sometimes running wildly, its inertia and speed completely integrated.

The yardage lines on the field transformed into streaks of light, continuously receding—

Thirty-five yards line.

Thirty yards line.

Everything, everything, vanished. The torrential rain, the raging wind, the clamor—all disappeared. Only the resounding sound of a heart pounding against one's chest remained.

One beat after another, closely following the white figure's movements.

Behind them, a dark, inky blue mass surged like ocean waves, seemingly getting closer and closer, yet also appearing as if it could never catch up.

25 yards line.

Twenty yards.

On the wet, muddy lawn, the messy and unsteady steps could not find their balance or support, and they stumbled and fell.

Slippery. Unbalanced.

That figure was about to fall.

In an instant, the hearts of the whole world stopped beating. Was this the end?
Of course, all of this is already incredible. Breaking through a four-man encirclement and interception, flipping over a safety with one hand, and still using speed to shake off the last line of defense even when losing balance, he broke through six defenders with the strength of one person and entered the twenty-yard line from near the midfield line with unstoppable momentum.

Li Wei is still the same Li Wei!

Unfortunately, the heavy rain made it impossible to maintain balance, and the attempt had to be stopped.

I understand the reasons, but the regret is still not reduced by the slightest. The sounds of lamentation, exclamation and regret are almost bursting from my throat. Especially when I saw the three Buffalo Bills defenders who were chasing after me quickly closing the distance and surrounding Levi from behind again, my heart almost broke.

Huh!
A gasp, stuck in my throat—

But then, Li Wei stretched his left leg forward and slammed it into the ground to support his body. Instead of pushing off, he... began to glide.

Like surfing.

Everyone was stunned; their brains went blank.

Not to mention the spectators, even the three defensive players who were closing in on the field were dumbfounded. They watched as the figure of number 23 was almost within reach, but in the next second, he floated away on a surfboard.

Wow!
Water splashed and green waves rolled. Li Wei simply gave up on controlling the bumps and impacts, and instead relied on his sense of balance to use these impacts to propel his body forward.

The speed wasn't fast, but just as it was about to lose its balance, it quickly regained its center of gravity and darted away.

The three figures behind them instantly fell into despair.

Fifteen yards.

Ten yards.

Li Wei's surfing strides ultimately couldn't propel him very far. In the blink of an eye, he was exhausted, his feet got stuck on the ground, his upper body leaned forward, and he was sent flying again.

But the balance crisis has been successfully overcome, and although the pace was a bit slow, it has caught up again.

Tap tap, tap tap.

Riding the waves forward, I crossed the five-yard line in the blink of an eye, regained my balance, pushed off with both legs, and once again defied gravity, soaring into the air.

Fly out.

Li Wei spread his arms wide, like wings, soaring on the wind, completely defying gravity and the relentlessly pursuing dark clouds. He gracefully and nimbly crossed the boundary line, finally rushing into the embrace of the boundless green, splashing water everywhere.

The world is frozen.

Countless eyes turned to both sides of the end zone, trying to find the referee's figure in the swirling mist. A pair of hands, raised high, steadfastly embraced the sky.

Touchdown.

Like a thunderclap from a clear sky, it exploded out of nowhere.

Buzz, buzz buzz buzz, my head was spinning, because it was too exciting and too tense, an urge to vomit almost broke free and pounced out.

Touchdown.

“Touchdown!”

"Da ah ...

One sentence after another, the numbers climbed steadily.

One sound after another pierced the sky.

Then, caught in the storm, descended into madness—

vomit.

Honestly, I almost threw up, but I didn't care at that moment.

"Li Wei!"

"God, Livy!"

"The Kansas City Chiefs opted for a modern outside offense system in an attempt to mislead their opponents, but this time the Buffalo Bills' all-or-nothing approach gave them the upper hand."

"Ten players rush to pass!"

"Literally, ten people rush the pass!"

"Although the Kansas City Chiefs have avoided some pressure by relying on their modern outside offense system, the Buffalo Bills still have a clear advantage on the defensive front."

“In a difficult situation, Mahomes had no time to wait for the pass to arrive. He made the right judgment and the right choice, and he handed the football to Levi.”

"This is a 100% problem-free option, but the problem lies in Buffalo Bill."

"From the very beginning, the target of this ten-man pass rush was not Mahomes but Levi. In other words, the Buffalo Bills tried to overwhelm Levi with their numbers, Mahomes fell into the trap, the football ended up in Levi's hands, and he was terrified. The Kansas City Chiefs were in danger."

"However, we are talking about Livy."

"Two-time regular season MVP! Three-time Super Bowl MVP! Levi didn't get to this position because of the league's hype, but because of his absolute strength."

"He proved himself once again, escaping four tackles, making a straight-arm block, and using a change of direction to speed past opponents. He broke through a total of six people chasing and blocking him, and even after losing his balance after breaking out of the encirclement, he showed the league the surfing skills he had been practicing hard during the offseason."

"Finally, it leaps to the top."

"A 47-yard long-distance touchdown."

"Unbelievable! Inconceivable! Unbelievable!"

"Li Wei, it's Li Wei again, still Li Wei. Time flies and years change, but the familiar Li Wei still stands in front of all the teams in the league."

"The third touchdown also came from Li Wei."

"Tonight's Thursday Night Football match saw Li Wei go completely berserk, absolutely insane."

"Injuried?"

"Lee Wei completely disregarded those baseless and absurd rumors. He retaliated with his performance on the court, and now the entire league is praying that Lee Wei is not injured, because if this is the power of an injured Lee Wei, no one wants to face a 100% healthy Lee Wei."

"While the entire league cheered and celebrated as the Kansas City Chiefs ended their winning streak, the Kansas City Chiefs relieved the pressure, stayed focused, and started afresh. Facing the young and energetic Buffalo Bills, they unleashed their full potential and completely dominated the game with unparalleled style."

"No one anticipated what would happen, and no one anticipated the outcome, but the fact that is still before us is that Li Wei once again single-handedly charged in and took the touchdown."

"'21-0', the Kansas City Chiefs are far ahead, and the entire Beal Stadium has been completely silenced."

(End of this chapter)