Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1681: Upheaval
All was quiet, not a sound could be heard.

The stadium was so quiet, eerily quiet. A chill permeated the air, carried by the rain, and I couldn't help but shiver.

One, and then another.

Goosebumps shot from the soles of my feet all the way to my scalp, a tingling sensation followed by shivering and an unconscious trembling of my body, an explosion of fear originating from my very soul.

There was no cheering, no attack. The Buffalo Bills' home fans were completely stunned. What they had just witnessed was so unbelievable, a brilliant display of the beauty of rugby, that they shut down all other thoughts and even forgot they should launch an attack.

transfixed.

The elegant and composed white figure silenced the deep blue ocean behind him, which was soaked in rain and stained black, vast and boundless yet utterly still.

The pattering rain became unusually torrential, relentlessly pounding at my heart; the biting cold seeped into the depths of my soul, and all my courage vanished.

So... this is the price of fighting Levi, this is the price of fighting the Kansas Chief?
A humiliation. A crushing defeat.

A training course that completely destroys dignity and pride.

The young and impetuous Buffalo Bill seemed to only truly realize the power of the Kansas chieftain at this moment. Standing before the giants, he deeply felt his own insignificance and helplessness. Even the idea of ​​fighting the giants seemed absurd, let alone having the courage to overthrow them.

Everything is so real, so deeply felt, no longer just a news report, nor just a joke or praise in rumors.

"The three-peat was purely luck."

"A perfect season is not very impressive."

"They were all promoted through behind-the-scenes manipulation by the alliance, simply to open up the global market."

"An embroidered pillow looks good but is useless."

"After reaching the peak, it's now only downhill from here."

"They are all show and no substance; they are not actually that capable."

The confident pronouncements of those keyboard warriors on social media are still vivid in our minds, continuing to resound. The entire league is overwhelmingly supporting and cheering for the Buffalo Bills. All signs point to the fact that they have the ability to defeat the Kansas City Chiefs, and that they are the true chosen ones.

It was precisely because of this pressure and this expectation that the Buffalo Bills suffered a shock defeat to the Tennessee Titans, their attention already diverted; as a result, seeing the Las Vegas Raiders achieve the feat first, the Buffalo Bills were left feeling bitter, as that should have been their honor.

Full of confidence and eager to prove themselves, one or two of them tried to do so.

So eager, so longing, that they forgot their place, their ambitions soaring higher than the sky.

Then, it crashes head-on into the wall—

The bubbles of social networks vanished instantly, and the Kansas chief, emerging from the virtual world into real life, bared his sharp fangs.

The internet is misleading! It's outrageous!
In the drizzle, a neat, orderly sound could be heard. Was it... calling for Li Wei?

No, it's not.

"fly!"

The Kansas City Chiefs' offensive players swarmed around Levi in ​​the end zone, raising their arms and shouting in unison, their blood boiling with excitement.

One shout after another ignited the energy deep within their souls. Standing on the grounds of Bill's Stadium, they issued a declaration of the three-time defending champions' new beginning: "Fly!"

boom! Boom boom boom!
The cheers were deafening; it wasn't just the offensive team, but also the defensive team, special operations team, coaching staff, and personnel all clenched their fists and shouted at the top of their lungs.

Despite the distance between Buffalo and Kansas City, separated by time and space, their interplay creates a powerful surge of energy as their turbulent currents collide.

The rain seemed to be gradually subsiding. In the face of the Kansas City Chiefs, who had taken the lead, even the weather in Buffalo was conquered. A single sound swirled under the sky, passionate, spirited, and fiercely brutal, sweeping across the entire field and firmly suppressing the home team.

Shocking. Impactful. Lingering aftertaste.

A ripple seemed to ripple through the air as Beal Stadium tried to make some noise, reminding the Kansas Chiefs not to go too far, that this was Buffalo, not a place where they could do as they pleased; but the scattered curses and roars seemed weak, sparsely swept into the drizzle, scattered all over the ground, utterly powerless.

"21:0".

Josh Allen stared at the scoreboard above the court, his face filled with sorrow, utterly exhausted.

The competition seems to have been prematurely declared over.

At this very moment, keyboard warriors on social networks are still arguing incessantly. Last season, the Kansas City Chiefs were down by a large margin to the Tennessee Titans in the divisional playoffs, trailing by 0-28 at the start of the second quarter, but the Kansas City Chiefs still managed to turn the game around. Why can't the Buffalo Bills do the same?
"Josh Allen, you can do it!"

"The Buffalo Bills are no longer the team that people remember as having a strong defense but a weak offense; their offense is equally capable!"

"Rise! Josh Allen!"

The desperate shouts continued unabated, and what the haters and trolls least wanted to see was the Kansas Chiefs returning to normalcy.

The joy of "victory in the rebellion" lasted only a week. It seemed as if the light had just returned and the banners with lanterns and decorations had just been hung up when it was time to return to the dark, rainy, and endless cold. It was time to continue to witness the glorious victory of the Kansas Chief.

Damn it!

In some ways, these haters and trolls were even more eager for victory than the Buffalo Bills fans. They had no time for shock and mistakes, and one or two of them voiced their support on social media, cheering on Josh Allen and hoping that the Buffalo Bills could turn the tide of the game.

However, they don't understand that these keyboard warriors may have never stepped onto a football field, let alone persevered in a game in the biting cold and rain. They simply don't understand how difficult it is to launch an offensive in such terrible weather.

Looking at the Buffalo Bills' past games, there are countless instances where they scored only three, six, or nine points, failing to score a single-digit number of points and without a touchdown. Besides the Buffalo Bills' historically weak offense, the weather factor is also a crucial and undeniable factor.

Difficult. As difficult as climbing to heaven.

Moreover, the Buffalo Bills will also have to face a defensive lineup led by JJ Watt and Chris Jones.

Has Josh Allen given up on the game?

of course not!

In fact, Josh Allen is still persisting, still fighting, still trying, but he is struggling to find his way amidst the onslaught of the defense.

JJ Watt and Chris Jones seem to be engaged in a battle of wits, a healthy cycle of competition. On the previous defensive play, Watt aggressively breaks through and applies pressure; on the next defensive play, Chris Jones tears open the pocket and makes an effective impact. Then Watt creates passing interference to further increase the defensive pressure.

Back and forth they went, neither giving an inch, both burning with all their energy. Josh Allen felt like a puppet being pulled back and forth, almost torn apart. He was dizzy, his head spinning, his breathing, footsteps, heartbeat, and brain were all in chaos. His pent-up frustration and anger were on the verge of exploding.

Please, he's not a tennis ball. Can these two big dogs stop fighting over him?
(End of this chapter)