Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 1718: Risking Life
Huff. Huff.

Watt was panting heavily and sweating profusely, his calves trembling. If he could, he would like to lie on the ground and stay still, just like that forever.

Huff. Huff.

Brady was panting heavily and sweating profusely; his dry, hot breaths seemed to burst from his chest, and he could barely move a finger.

Tonight's game was tense and high-energy from start to finish. From the stalemate in the first three quarters to the fierce battle in the fourth, every minute was a test. The dual test of mental and physical strength was pushing everyone's limits. Even the offensive players who had a slight advantage were actually evenly matched.

Uh.

Brady took a deep breath, his mouth filled with the smell of blood, clenched his fist, stood up again, ignored Watt, and quickly gathered the attack team, making the most of every second to devise tactics.

There was no time to complain, no time to be frustrated; they had to move forward and focus on the next attack.

Watt noticed this, and jumped to his feet without even taking a moment to catch his breath, immediately joining Chris Jones and the others.

“Chris, tell me what I should do.” Watt didn’t put on airs; he adopted a humble attitude, his gaze firm.

He knew he was a Super Bowl rookie. Everyone thought a game was just a game, and the Super Bowl was no different from any other game. But only by experiencing it firsthand could one understand that it was ultimately different, especially when it came to the final showdown, when physical exertion increased.

It's practically like diving.

Watt never imagined that one day he would be unable to stand up, his feet would barely leave the ground, and he would be unable to lift them.

However, this is Chris Jones' fourth Super Bowl. From a young man who followed the defensive stalwarts to learn from them, he has grown into a defensive leader and is now able to shoulder the responsibility of the team.

Therefore, Watt trusted Chris Jones and was willing to follow orders.

Chris Jones felt a surge of warmth in his chest as he sensed Watt's gaze. "JJ, we need to take a risk."

The Tampa Bay Buccaneers' offense was maximized under Brady's control, and the Kansas City Chiefs finally managed to create a second-down opportunity after an unfinished pass, which they couldn't afford to miss.

The Kansas Chiefs must seize this opportunity; they cannot hesitate or be overly conservative.

Brady was also shrewd; they quickly deployed their tactics and immediately formed ranks, deliberately not giving the Kansas City Chiefs' defense team time to communicate and plan their strategy.

With each breath, both sides had completed their formation.

"attack!"

Brady announced the start of the game, prioritizing speed.

The Tampa Bay Buccaneers' "fast-paced" attack differed from that of the Kansas City Chiefs. They relied on short, fragmented passes to connect attacks, compressing time physically and launching continuous, short but frequent attacks like waves.

However, it is relatively simple.

Therefore, as long as someone can keep up with the pace and hold their breath temporarily, this rhythm and process will be interrupted if forcibly interrupted in a desperate attempt.

That's how it is right now.

The Kansas City Chiefs took the initiative, with six players rushing the ball: four defensive forwards and two linebackers. They all stepped up the moment Brady announced the start, seizing the opportunity like a 100-meter sprint starting at the starting gun.

Then, in a "one-on-one" format, each player would face off against an offensive forward, not only to break through but also to put direct pressure on Brady, who would sense the danger before he could even step back and create space to read the defense.

Bang. Bang bang bang.

Chris Jones and Frank Clark, despite being exhausted and injured, were both determined to give it their all at this moment.

In a one-on-one duel, the explosive power caught the opponent off guard, and the pocket was ripped open, but they were clearly not satisfied with that.

With one, two, three, four, five, six steps, he pushed off the ground with a series of small, quick steps, tearing open the pocket. Chris Jones could already see Brady right in front of him.

Furthermore, there are hidden contingency plans.

"Six-man rush attack vs. five offensive forwards," the Kansas City Chiefs have a numerical advantage, with one more player—

JJ Watt.

Pushing off the ground, stepping forward, shifting position—the movements were fluid and seamless. Watt entered a state of complete absorption, bypassing the offensive line and cutting in from his left. One second. One and a half seconds.

Watt was already in the pocket, and Brady was exposed.

Brady was startled, his face contorted in shock.

Brady knew the Kansas City Chiefs would definitely choose to rush the pass and apply pressure, but he didn't expect them to be so resolute and fierce. Even with their energy completely depleted, they were still able to unleash such energy in an instant, and it was even a second-down defense. Their rhythm was disrupted, and before they could even catch their breath, they were already in trouble.

Chris Jones is in front, and JJ Watt is on the side.

Instinctively, Brady took a step back, trying to dodge, but Watt's eyes flashed with a light, and he resolutely charged forward.

Just as Brady was about to create space, Watt took two steps in three quick steps and closed the distance again, throwing himself out like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

"Capture and kill!"

"God! Capture and kill!"

"JJ Watt sacks Tom Brady! Watt just completed the most spectacular, beautiful, and possibly most important sack of his career."

"On the Super Bowl stage, Watt proved himself once again, unleashing incredible energy in the crucial moment and giving Brady absolutely no chance."

"Capture and kill!"

"This could be a game-killing defensive play!"

"Tampa Bay Buccaneers are facing a three-down, fifteen-yard situation! Unbelievable! Unbelievable! The game could end with the Kansas City Chiefs' defense."

"Brady needs a miracle."

hum.

The world quieted down, all the noise and commotion faded away, turning into a blur, and my heartbeat slowed down as well.

Watt lay on the ground, feeling the scorching, surging air rushing through his chest, but it seemed as if his soul had left his body, and he had lost control of his body.

Then, he clearly saw Chris Jones and the others swarm over, looking at him nervously.

Next, the team doctor also entered the field, and the stadium suddenly became crowded.

Watt was wondering what had happened and who was injured.
A twisting, throbbing pain gripped his calf tightly, suddenly dragging him downwards. Before he could react, he was already submerged underwater.

"what!"

A heart-wrenching groan escaped his chest. Watt tried to hug his calves, waving his hands frantically, but he could never find his knees.

The next second, the bustling crowd had surrounded him, as if watching a lamb struggling to its death.

No, no, no, no.

"No!"

Watt resisted with all his might, looking at the team doctor and trying to force a smile.

"I'm fine, really, I'm fine."

No, he can't get injured, he can't leave the field, the game isn't over yet, he can't leave.

That despair suddenly gripped his heart. Watt gripped the team doctor's hands tightly, his voice pleading. Those nightmares and dark memories surged up like a tidal wave.

can not breath.

"I'm okay. Please, I'm okay, I swear. I can't... the game isn't over..."

At this moment, he had only one thought: he wanted to fight to the end, he wanted to give it his all, even if it meant being shattered to pieces.

(End of this chapter)