Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 372: Bow and Shoot Eagle
New England linebacker, Kyle Van Noy.

The competitive state of this game was fully utilized, and it continued all the way to the second half——

This is a six-man raid, with two linebackers joining the front rush, but Harrison is blocked by Kelce and Van Noy is entangled by Hill.

Van Noy thought: Is this the Kansas City Chiefs' response to their pass rush? Interesting. Like cat and mouse, the mouse's resistance always makes the game interesting, otherwise it would be too boring.

Van Noy licked his lips, enjoying this bloody moment.

Get rid of Hill and keep moving forward.

Van Noy passed through the crowd and found his prey at a glance.

Wait, Smith still hasn't passed the ball?

Van Noy subconsciously wanted to turn his head to see where the wide receivers were scattered, but he controlled himself and locked his eyes on Smith.

The lifeline here is that as long as the quarterback can be sacked, the wide receiver's running route will not be a concern.

Smith: Just focus on the task at hand.

At this moment, in this critical situation, he had neither the time nor the energy to think about other things. After putting down his burdens, he devoted himself completely.

Now Smith had only one thought in his mind:
There is no end. Cannot end. Refuse to end.

Diagonally in front of the right side, Harrison was approaching, and a shadow was silently invading, exactly the same as in the first half, making the Kansas City Chiefs breathless.

Diagonally in front of the left side, Van Noy delayed a little, but still approached with all his strength like a tiger descending from the mountain, trying to make up for the small time difference.

Two ghosts knock on the door!

But see.

Smith kicked with his right leg, controlled his body, stopped and turned suddenly, started again, pushed his body to move laterally along the left side, shook off Harrison's tackle, and then Van Noy's face continued to enlarge in his pupils.

He pushed off the ground with his left leg, stopped and turned suddenly for the second time, and moved his body diagonally upward to the right again against the centrifugal force. Only then did he feel Van Noy's bloody storm approaching. The next second, he rushed out from the right side, sticking to Harrison's arm, trying to survive in the crack of the storm.

Footsteps, footsteps. Footsteps!
Smith is not a running quarterback after all. His pocket steps are shaky in the stormy waves. Seeing Van Noy rushing at him again, he gritted his teeth and rushed out again with his feet dancing wildly on the edge of a knife.

Push off the ground.

Turn around.

Draw the bow.

The entire passing action was done smoothly and in one go, with the full force of the arms.

Pass the ball.

Van Noy: ???
Before Van Noy even had time to feel angry and upset, he was already in a state of bewilderment and shock, staring at Smith's pass in disbelief.

With his arms and bowstring fully drawn, he delivers the shells like shooting an eagle with a bow.

Long pass?

This is actually a long pass?
Smith? Long pass?

Are you sure? Are you sure you didn’t see it wrong? What did they see?
Smith has never been known for his arm strength, and long passes have never been his strong point. When facing pressure or difficulties, the accuracy of long passes drops drastically, so that he almost dares not challenge long passes at critical moments. It is like a demon in his heart. This is a fact known to everyone in the entire league.

however.

at this time. now.

In the extreme dilemma of six people rushing the pass and the crisis of sack, Smith chose the long pass.

Not to mention Van Noy and Harrison, Belichick was also surprised.

What on earth was Reid doing in the locker room during halftime?
The entire stadium held its breath, and followed the rising curve of the football with its eyes. The brown-red color continued to rise, crossing the entire stadium like a rainbow, outlining a long, thrilling trajectory across the night sky.

Ten yards.

Twenty yards.

When the football left Smith's right hand, it flew at full speed toward the open space on the right. The next second, Van Noy didn't brake and opened his arms to grab Smith, and the two rolled together.

Yellow flag! It seemed that Van Noy was being unnecessarily rough with the quarterback after the pass was thrown, but now neither Van Noy nor Smith cared about it. They both looked up in the midst of the chaos, looking for the flight path of the football team, holding their breath like the whole stadium.

Thirty yards!
Forty yards!
The football flew across most of the stadium, climbed all the way to the top, and then fell rapidly. The entire Gillette Stadium's attention followed the fall of the football, lighting up the entire night sky like a comet's tail.

Forty-five yards.

Fifty yards.

At this point, Smith's upper limit can be seen. The falling parabola of the football is obviously accelerating. Not only is it exhausted, but even the trajectory of rotation has become unstable. The cliff-like decline of the parabola exceeds expectations.

Despite this, Smith still completed a long pass attempt of about 50 yards, breaking the New England Patriots' prediction in an unconventional way.

Moreover, this is under layers of pressure from passing rushes!

It's rare to see Smith show some bloodiness.

So, who is the target of the pass?

……

"attack!"

Just as Smith announced the start of the game, the four figures at the front of the Kansas City Chiefs moved forward at full speed:
Three on the left and one on the right.

The three figures on the left are divided into three routes, namely turning to the left sideline, rushing forward vertically in the middle, cutting in horizontally on the right and then hooking back into the short pass area to respond. The three routes represent the middle pass, long pass, and short pass routes respectively.

The dazzling route running coordination completely tied down the New England Patriots' secondary defense.

After all, this team's pass defense ranks third-worst in the league.

In fact, the focus is not on the wide receiver's running route, but on the quarterback's delivery of the shells. The New England Patriots' interruption, interference and pressure work in the first half were perfect.

On the right side, the running route is clear at a glance——

Straight. Vertical. Deep.

Cornerback Stephon-Gilmore was on full alert because he was facing tight end Kelce and was clearly at a disadvantage. However, he never expected that Levi and Kelce would switch positions and it would be Levi who appeared in front of him.

Good thing!

Wait, is this definitely a good thing?

Gilmour started immediately, following Levi's footsteps closely, trying to get in position and seize the initiative.

He had just leaned forward and used the shoulder to stop Levi's forward steps; but he didn't expect Levi to suddenly speed up, and his shoulder rubbed against his shoulder. Before he could get in position, Levi had already rushed out.

Guillermo held his breath and hurried to keep up with the pace, bumping and pushing, constantly creating interference to prevent Levi from speeding up.

They all know Levi's vertical speed ability.

Bump. Clash. Squeeze. Wrap. Stick.

Gilmore displayed all the skills of a cornerback and held on to Levi tightly.

However, little success was achieved.

Without warning, Levi hit back hard, destroying Guillermo's body balance. The two men slightly distanced themselves from each other, giving Levi some breathing space. He kicked off and jumped out, shaking Guillermo off.

Push off the ground, start, and run.

Levi was in front, followed closely by Gilmore.

Guillermo tried to keep up with Levi, but found that the distance between the two did not shorten. Instead, it was gradually widening at a speed visible to the naked eye. Before he could even blink, a space had been created.

There is room for a third person.

and.

Levi ran faster and faster, and instantly left Guillermo behind.

Gilmore: That pervert!
(End of this chapter)