Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 686 Nezha makes trouble in the sea
Wait, where's Levi?

Wait, where's Kelsey?
No, what about Hill and Hunter?

The Kansas City Chiefs used dazzling route running to fully demonstrate the correct way to open the shotgun formation. The five receiving points were scattered like flowers from the sky, so that the seven second-line defensive players of the Baltimore Ravens suddenly became short-handed and stretched.

Although the five defensive players are responsible for marking their respective targets, there is now a little problem.

On the one hand, the two players responsible for the zone defense did not reach a consensus. One stayed in the short pass area to be responsible for the zone defense, and the other retreated continuously into the middle pass area. However, there were dazzling red figures everywhere, and their footsteps could not help but wander in the center of the wide court.

On the other hand, the players who were defending against them were put in a passive position and were led by the nose. Whether they followed Hill into the deep area or followed Hunter and Watkins to retreat to the middle pass area, they were running around like headless flies in unpredictable routes.

So, now, who's where?
But in the pocket, there is another scene of peace and tranquility.

The Kansas City Chiefs' offensive line retreated one step ahead of time, forming a pocket, surrounding Mahomes in the center and holding the final position, thus blocking the four-man pass rush of the Baltimore Ravens in one fell swoop.

Mahomes is free.

As if in a safe haven, he observed with ease and calmly, and carried out secondary defensive readings. Although the situation in front of him was chaotic, Mahomes still unraveled the puzzles one by one.

Retreat, move, adjust.

Mahomes won enough and stable time to scan the whole field carefully——

Observe, judge, and decide.

Of course, this is not easy, because the red figures are trapped in the black encirclement. The black figures have the advantage in numbers and disrupt the red series positions in the light and shadow, so that it is almost impossible to find any gaps in the position.

Jackson collapsed in such a predicament.

So, what about Mahomes?

With his sharp eyes, he scanned the entire field and accurately caught a gap among the densely criss-crossed chessboard, and then he struck with his sword.

Pass the ball.

It's not a parabola, but a straight line, a nearly straight bullet pass.

Power, speed, and explosiveness. The quick flick of the wrist instantly detonates the energy without reservation, and the football turns into a beam of light and breaks through the siege.

The goal of the pass is -

Kelce in the short passing zone?

Kelsey had no idea when he had cut into the short pass area in the central zone, only seven or eight yards away from the line of scrimmage. He relied on his size advantage to hold off Suggs and overpower Humphrey, and was not at a disadvantage when fighting one against two, and was even ready to receive the ball.

All eyes were focused on Kelsey in an instant.

However, it is not.

Kelce was in a bad position, and Suggs blocked the position covetously, so that Kelce couldn't stretch his arms and his arms seemed to be stuck.

He watched helplessly as the football passed two steps in front of him, then turned into a streak of lightning and continued to fly forward.

Huh!
There was an exclamation.

Generally speaking, bullet passes do not have a parabola and rely entirely on forced push, often aimed at the short pass area. Otherwise, if it continues to fly, the force will be unstable, and the flight state and trajectory of the football may have problems, increasing the possibility of an incomplete pass.

Because of this, Kelce should be the best passing target.

But the football is still flying.

So, was this a miscommunication between Mahomes and Kelce, or was Mahomes' original target for the pass someone else?

Football, flying through the air——

Seven codes.

Ten yards.

Thirteen yards.

Ahead, surprisingly...

It was a mess. Hunter was nearby. Watkins was nearby. Levi was nearby.

Wait, why is Levi here?

After the kick-off, Levi, like his teammates, started immediately and rushed forward. His running route was diagonal, sprinting towards the right boundary.

Mosley, who was responsible for the positional defense, followed closely, passing Humphrey, Kelsey, and Watkins. A lot of things happened in the short diagonal sprint distance of about seven yards. Figures passed between Mosley and Levi, and Mosley's road to Levi could be described as thirty thousand leagues under the sea.

then.

After a turn, Levi cut inside and rushed towards the slot again.

Mosley had to adjust direction before he could meet up with Levi, and then it was Kelsey and Watkins. Before he even had time to adjust, Hunter came back and was scattered in the middle of the central pass area, all on the left, middle and right. The red and black figures were all intertwined in his sight.

Mosley was about to step forward and stick to Levi, but he saw Levi and Watkins complete a cross position change -

Watkins flicks out. Levi flicks in.

The two players used the slot as a watershed and acted separately. At this time, there was no one around Watkins, and Jefferson, who was defending him, seemed to have been thrown away, which made Mosley hesitate a little.

If Watkins is open, should he fill the space? Otherwise, when Watkins receives the ball, he will turn around and the road ahead will be smooth. But if Levi crosses the slot and enters the central area, which is densely packed with people, the threat factor will drop sharply.

Mosley's steps were slightly hesitant.

The so-called hesitation is actually just a pause of one millisecond, which is imperceptible to ordinary spectators; but the game changes rapidly and things are immediately different.

Levi continued to move forward without hesitation, opening up a gap of one and a half steps, and turned sideways, facing the pocket.

opportunity.

Mahomes caught it, and the football flew out of the chest like a cannonball.

boom.

Straight, fast, and powerful.

In the 15-yard pass, Mahomes relied entirely on the strength of his arm to push the football out and complete a connection between him and Levi.

Without error, the football fell into Levi's arms——

Catch the ball and control it.

He retreated continuously, trying to find space to turn around and keep moving forward, but the next second he could see black shadows surrounding him like evil spirits from hell. Levi had no time to adjust his steps, and he fell to the ground without hesitation.

Fifteen yards, got it.

"Pretty!"

"It was a clean pass."

"In the Baltimore Ravens' airtight secondary defense, Mahomes calmly and steadily found an opening, and passed the ball accurately and powerfully, completing a point-to-point direct connection with his running back Levi, accurately and sharply tearing open a gap and quickly taking the first attack."

"Obviously, the Kansas City Chiefs offense is ready."

Mosley, Suggs, and Wendell were all within a step of each other, but they all watched Levi catch the ball, fall to the ground, and get the first attack. He caught the ball easily and cleanly, without even letting the defense touch a corner of his clothes.

So close, yet passing by.

There was an inexplicable bitter feeling of being teased, spreading across the tip of the tongue, and watching the opponent strolling leisurely in their own territory as they pleased made the three main players of the Baltimore Ravens' defense look unhappy.

However, Levi stood up, without even looking at them, and even disdained the provocation. He threw the football to the referee, signaling the Kansas City Chiefs' offensive players to quickly line up -

Keep going, keep going.

The attack isn't over yet, what's there to celebrate?
The defensive triangle looked at Levi's back with a dark face. They were about to bite through the tender flesh inside their mouths, and the smell of blood spread in their mouths.

A fishy smell.

(End of this chapter)