Super Bowl Domination

Chapter 876: Picking Stars with Bare Hands
Focus. Focus. And more focus.

This was the only thought in Mahomes' mind. He was concentrating on reading the defense, and then Mahomes realized that the atmosphere was completely tense, with holes and gaps looming. The more times like this, the more patience is needed.

"attack!"

Mahomes called the game opener, and the first thing he did was --

Step back. Keep stepping back.

With light footsteps, he created distance between them. Sure enough, Donald, like a tiger descending from the mountain, was seen making a breakthrough with a powerful rush.

Raid!

Los Angeles Rams head coach McVay knows how critical the situation is, and he also knows that they must exert enough pressure in the confrontation on the front line.

Despite the fourth-down, two-yard play, McVay thought Reed would choose to pass the ball, but Levi's ground attack forced a breakthrough and stole five yards.

But McVay did not retreat in fear at this time. He chose to raid for the second time in a row. He believed that Reid would choose to pass the ball. Donald's target was Mahomes, so he simply threw Levi aside.

When Donald is 100 percent focused, he is a killer.

In Donald's eyes, the offensive line's block was no different from paper. With a step forward and a bull rush, they had already cut into the pocket before he could blink.

However, Mahomes was also prepared and stepped back in advance to create distance -

The main purpose is to avoid Donald's first bull rush.

Although Donald's ability to follow up is still excellent, his main lethality still comes from the first wave of bull rush, so as long as he predicts and creates distance in advance, Mahomes can buy himself some breathing space and then deal with Donald.

However, Mahomes overlooked one thing: Donald's determination.

Donald was stimulated by Levi's outstanding performance and burst out with 200% of his energy. His speed and forward force were even more ferocious than usual. He bit Mahomes like a wolf and tiger, chasing him relentlessly.

Mahomes retreated repeatedly, but it was still not enough. He had no time to adjust or observe, so he had to pass the ball.

—Bang. Impact.

—Swoosh. Pass the ball.

Effective impact!

Donald's collision and Mahomes' pass happened almost at the same time. In a hurry, Mahomes didn't even have time to complete the pass. He only relied on the flick of his wrist to control the ball. The flight of the football drew a shallow parabola and passed the area where the front line was entangled.

Raised high, fell quickly.

The target of the pass was——

Kelsey?
After the kickoff, Kelce rushed diagonally to the right and faced off against his former teammate cornerback Peters.

Peters was on full alert, because he knew Kelsey's ability and he would definitely be at a disadvantage in a one-on-one matchup with Kelsey. However, he did not lose confidence and kept his attention highly focused, keeping a distance of two or three steps, following Kelsey's footsteps closely, and noticing the movements in his pocket with the corner of his eye.

coming!

Donald's strong and determined attack leaves Mahomes no time to wait and adjust, which means that no matter who the target of the pass is, he must prepare as soon as possible.

Peters didn't have time to observe others and just stared at Kelce. However, Peters didn't notice his teammates coming to help him defend Kelce. He immediately realized that the Kansas Chiefs should have unexpectedly scattered all the receivers in the short pass area to tie down the safeties in the defensive backfield and then form a numerical advantage for the offensive team in the frontfield.

But wait, the numbers are wrong.

The Los Angeles Rams used a five-man pass rush, with two linebackers and two cornerbacks responsible for short pass zone positional coverage, while the Kansas City Chiefs had exactly four receivers.

So, where is the advantage in numbers?
However, the game was changing rapidly, and Peters didn't have time to think carefully. He immediately noticed Kelce's retreat, the alarm sounded, and he immediately stepped forward.

Despite the effort and difficulty, Peters stepped up in time to get close to Kelsey, trying to get in position.

Where's the football? Peters looked up to find the football, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a white shadow moving quickly toward the sideline.

Peters' eyes were so busy that he almost wondered if he was dazzled.

Reflexively, an instinct drove the body to give up Kelsey and turn to run towards the white afterimage.

Unfortunately, it was still a beat late.

The white figure of No. 23 made a beautiful turn, looking back at the moon, then soared into the air, with his slender body fully stretched out, light and elegant.

The flight of the football is slightly unstable, the parabola control is obviously too large, the force control is not uniform and stable enough, it is not a regular shuttle ball, like a dead leaf in autumn shivering in a storm, it may be swept into the storm and disappear at any time.

Staggering and swaying from side to side, the football was about to fly over my head.

Although it was difficult, dangerous and hasty, Mahomes still showed his ambition by finding opportunities to make plays under the pressure of Donald. It was a 10-yard pass, and after the fourth-down and second-down conversion, it was obvious that Mahomes was ready to take advantage of the victory and make a bold attempt on the first down.

However, because of Donald's strong tackle, Mahomes' control was helplessly off track. The flight trajectory of this pass was more like eleven to twelve yards, and the flight angle also deviated slightly in the direction of out of bounds. Although the parabola was controlled, it looked like a -

The pass was incomplete.

But I saw that slender figure stretched to the extreme, fully focused, fixed his eyes, without any distractions, his back became a moon bridge, his right hand appeared on the falling curve of the football, his eyes were firmly locked on the football, and with a slight flick of his fingers, he changed the flight rules of the football.

The next second, the body and the football fell at the same time.

But he stretched out his hands, took the initiative to step forward, and took the naughty football into his palms like plucking stars with his bare hands.

"Catch the ball successfully!"

"Actually!"

He sighed, but the word didn't come out in time, it was stuck in his throat, because the next step to successfully catch the ball was to keep both feet within bounds.

The sideline was like a cliff, and the eyes of the entire stadium and even the entire North American continent were all fixed on the feet of No. 23, dancing on the edge of the cliff.

Time, briefly frozen.

Left foot lands, right foot lands, body defies gravity to stay within the sideline, in perfect control.

heh.

Cut off your breath.

Then, he soared into the air again, did a 360-degree turn, regained his center of gravity and balance, and landed perfectly.

The show is over.

boom.

All of a sudden, passion roared through my mind, breaking the constraints of time and space, and instantly erupted into incredible shouts and roars, but I couldn't hear my own voice, only a buzzing sound surging on my eardrums, staring at this scene in stunned and jaws.

Peters tried his best but still missed the performance and ended up being just a passer-by, unable to stop and rushed out.

Grass!
Peters couldn't help but curse. He turned around and saw Levi and Kelsey high-fiving each other to celebrate, and bumping shoulders with each other.

Perfect fit!

The defense was brilliant, the attack was beautiful, the two sides fought back and forth with strong forces, and no one let the bayonets draw blood. The bloody smell surged in the air, and the energy exploded completely.

This is the peak showdown.

(End of this chapter)