Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 820 - 819 Shameless

Chapter 820: 819 Shameless

Chapter 820: 819 Shameless

Pressure, overwhelming pressure.

In the vast expanse of the stadium, every corner was suffused with a suffocating sense of pressure. The red and white clashed fiercely, leaving no breathing room, no space to advance, like a fishing net covering the entire field.

The Kansas City Chiefs were fighting tooth and nail, the New England Patriots were engaged in a brutal battle.

Neither side willing to yield an inch.

Kyle Van Noy had already gone berserk, relentlessly pulling on Li Wei.

But Li Wei unleashed astonishing energy of his own. At this moment, he was completely focused, leaving no room for distractions, stomping the ground repeatedly, using his speed and strength to break free.

The forty-yard line.

The thirty-yard line.

Charging ahead at full speed, Li Wei adopted an all-or-nothing stance, breaking through without hesitation, knowing that only by making his efforts genuine could he create opportunities for his teammates.

But still no pass—Mahomes hadn’t thrown the ball.

Li Wei realized that Mahomes might be in trouble. Kelsey’s blocking and separation technique was not refined enough—he was a top-class tight end but only a barely-qualified offensive lineman. This was the price to pay for Li Wei and Kelsey swapping roles.

Now, Coach Reed needed Li Wei’s advantage in speed to open up opportunities in the deep part of the field.

Looking back, Li Wei saw what he had expected—a fragmented pocket and a scrambling Mahomes, with the New England Patriots launching consecutive blitzes on the frontline.

Sacks were beside the point, the crisis and pressure were undeniably real.

Then, in that moment—

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It came.

Li Wei immediately recognized the direction of the pass. It was his moment to step forward.

Without hesitation, making a split-second decision, Li Wei burst forward.

Kyle Van Noy clung to him ferociously but realized that Li Wei was just about to break free. Stumbling precariously, Van Noy struggled to keep up, finding himself about to lose his grip.

Desperation kicked in—no turning back now.

Kyle Van Noy leaped into the air like a raging bull, slamming into Li Wei with brute force.

“Foul…”

“FOUL!”

“Damn it, ref! Open your damn eyes and look at that disgusting, low move!”

“Unbelievable! The ref is blind!”

“I’ll kill you! Damn you, referee, I’ll kill you!”

All of Arrowhead Stadium sank into despair. No one could believe what was unfolding before them. Jenna clasped her hands together so tightly she forgot how to breathe.

BANG!

Kyle Van Noy slammed directly into Li Wei’s waist. Although running at full speed with chaotic footwork, Van Noy couldn’t precisely aim his force, but his 250-pound (113 kg) frame hit like a sledgehammer, smashing Li Wei with overwhelming impact and shattering his balance.

“Ugh.”

A muffled groan escaped.

Li Wei felt a jolt of power hit his body, knocking him airborne. His feet couldn’t keep up with the momentum. It seemed as if he was escaping gravity altogether, losing control. A dull, ferocious force radiated from his waist and abdomen, churning his insides violently; a metallic tang surged at the back of his throat.

The twenty-five-yard line.

“Push off the ground, Li Wei. Push off!”

This was the only thought in Li Wei’s mind, echoing Annie Galas. Don’t give up. Don’t surrender. Face the storm with your head held high.

“PUSH!”

Ah, ahhhh!

A surge of unbelievable strength erupted within Li Wei as he relentlessly pushed off the ground, striving to stabilize his center of gravity amidst the chaos.

The twenty-yard line.

His gaze remained fixed, unwavering. His upper body held steady, locking onto the arc of that reddish-brown projectile. Unflinching amid the turbulence, stretching out both hands, amid confusion and collisions, amid danger and thorns—he clenched his jaw and seized the spiraling football.

Smack.

Despite the frenzy and instability, the football’s texture was real within Li Wei’s palms.

“God, Li Wei, look out!”

Jenna covered her mouth, holding her breath. The next second—

Jason McCourty lunged for a lateral tackle, crashing into Li Wei with an airborne force.

This time, Li Wei’s footing couldn’t grasp the ground. He broke free of gravity’s grip, soaring upward. His heart was tossed into the air by an overwhelming force but hadn’t had a chance to embrace the sky when gravity yanked it back down again, dragging it towards earth, engulfed by the storm of impact.

Buzzing filled the air—the world fell into a roaring hum.

The entire stadium fell silent.

Including Nantz and Romo.

Romo stood up, his headset dangling haphazardly around him, but he didn’t care, staring wide-eyed at Li Wei, utterly speechless.

All that remained was the stretched-out hum in his ears, long and winding, like a flat-line on an EKG.

The next instant, Li Wei, lying on the ground, raised his right hand high—

The football was securely in his palm.

Li Wei had completed the catch.

Ah!

Arrowhead Stadium exploded into chaos.

AH!

Nantz jumped up abruptly, hugging Romo with force.

AAAHHH!

Jenna could no longer control herself. She balled her fists tightly, unleashing her rage and fiery passion at Van Noy, McCourty, and the referee.

“Unbelievable, oh God.”

“Unbelievable!”

“Li Wei… ah, Li Wei did it again. To be precise, Mahomes and Li Wei pulled off another unimaginable thirty-yard connection.”

“Mahomes escaped two near-sack crises and made the pass while teetering on the brink of collapse; Li Wei endured what was clearly defensive pass interference, then withstand two collisions from defenders—while losing his balance—to make the catch. Together, they saved the Kansas City Chiefs.”

“I… I…”

For once, Nantz was at a loss for words, his mind blank, overwhelmed not only by excitement but also by admiration and awe.

“Without a doubt, Kyle Van Noy committed defensive pass interference, an indisputable call without room to argue. But the referee threw no flag, an obvious missed call. Yet Li Wei, with an incredible performance, defied Van Noy’s foul play and completed the catch through sheer willpower.”

“Li Wei’s displayed belief and resolve have completely ignited Arrowhead Stadium.”

“Meanwhile, the League—two consecutive conference championship games, in the game’s defining moments, the referee failed to call defensive pass interference. This is an unbelievable mistake. We cannot, nor should we ever, allow referees to become the protagonists of the game—especially not in a conference championship!”

“This is disgraceful.”

AAAAHH.

AAAAHH!

Felix roared on, yelling until his skull started to throb, unwilling to stop—it was raw emotion, sheer fury, and absolute catharsis.

Gazing unwaveringly at the figure lying on the field, that flash of red lighting up the entire world.

But then.

On the sideline, two coaches were now pressuring the referee.

Belichick: “Time, time! There’s no time remaining! The game is over! The game is over!”

Reed: “Referee, stop the game! The player is down! Damn it, God, didn’t you see he’s down?”

Nearby, Burns had already stormed forward—

Reed didn’t stop him.

Burns glared fiercely at the referee. “That was interference. Let me tell you—it was interference. Your choice to turn a blind eye is disgraceful. And now, you’d better pray that my player is alright, or I’ll make you regret ever coming into this world.”

The referee looked at Coach Reed. “Coach Reed, get control of your staff!”

Reed quietly turned his head to the other side, not responding.

Burns: “I’m talking to you. Damn it, I’m talking to you! Can’t you meet my eyes? Huh? You’d better start praying earnestly NOW.”

Having said that, Burns ignored the referee entirely and sprinted toward the field, with only one thought in his mind:

Damn kid, you’d better be alright. You absolutely HAVE to be alright.