Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 824 - 823 Crushed to Pieces

Chapter 824: 823 Crushed to Pieces

Chapter 824: 823 Crushed to Pieces

“Hey, great job! Keep it up, keep it up!”

Berry was cheering on the defensive group. He knew that at this moment, nothing else mattered—what mattered was gritting their teeth and holding on.

What they needed was a belief: the belief to fight, the belief to persist.

Berry always remembered what Li Wei had once said: that they would fight side by side no matter where they were. They were always part of the Kansas City Chiefs team, embracing victory together, facing defeat together, and fighting to the very end together.

The situation now was extremely challenging, very, very challenging. They were up against Brady, resolute and determined to win, along with Edelman and Burkhead in their godlike states. Only by giving their all could they seize a sliver of hope.

If possible, Berry would have loved to step onto the field and battle to the end with his teammates.

But he couldn’t. It didn’t matter; he was still standing together with Li Wei and the others, facing the storm head-on with pride.

“You’ll never walk alone.”

Berry held those words firmly in his heart.

Then, a call rang out by his ear.

“Eric, Eric! Get ready to go in!”

Berry froze, unable to react at first, and stared blankly at Reed.

Reed gave a confirming nod, and the wave of heat in Berry’s chest instantly exploded.

Taking a deep breath, Berry stepped onto the field—

Just in time to see Houston lying on a stretcher, being carried off.

Houston wasn’t injured; he was simply dehydrated and exhausted, completely spent.

Houston mustered a smile, trying to clench his fist to cheer on the defensive players, but he couldn’t even tighten his grip, his face devoid of color.

Berry approached and grabbed hold of Houston’s right hand.

“Buddy, the game’s not over.”

Houston nodded heavily before the stretcher carried him further away.

Despite his attempt to control his emotions, Houston ultimately failed. His hands covered his face as he broke down in tears.

He was unwilling, deeply unwilling. He had longed to fight with the team until the final moment, but to end like this was not the conclusion he had wanted.

Berry straightened his back slightly, holding his head high—

This time last year, he had longed to step onto the field. Four months of hard work had been aimed at getting to the Super Bowl stage, only for a new injury to crush his efforts. He could only stand on the sideline with crutches, watching helplessly.

Until now.

Sixteen months. Sixteen whole months later, he once again set foot on this field.

This time, they were fighting for the last sliver of hope to reach the Super Bowl.

Berry knew why Reed had chosen him to step in. It wasn’t because his condition met the demands of the game, but because Houston was forced off the field, and the defensive group needed a leader to rally their energy.

So, Berry replaced Safety Murray and took on the captain’s duties.

This responsibility was critical.

But Berry was ready, because behind him stood Li Wei, Arrowhead Stadium, and the entire population of Kansas City.

Together, they would fight.

Without words, Berry went around, patting each player on the shoulder, locking eyes with them, awakening their energy with actions rather than speeches.

“Clap! Defense!”

Li Wei was clapping and shouting.

“Clap! Defense!”

Jenna and Felix were shouting in unison.

“Clap! Defense!”

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In the crowded Old Oak Tavern, packed to capacity, everyone stood up. Even though they weren’t at the stadium, not a single person refrained from joining the chant.

At this moment, as they gazed at Houston, who was crying uncontrollably, at Berry, who stood tall and resolute, at the offensive players yelling alongside them in solidarity, the entirety of Kansas City united.

Fight. Until the bones were ground to dust.

Chris Jones spotted Li Wei in the crowd and couldn’t help but wonder:

At this moment, what would Li Wei do?

Retracting his gaze, Jones locked his eyes tightly on Brady, focusing with absolute intensity.

Third Gear, Twelve Yards. The New England Patriots faced another grim situation.

Generally speaking, it was inevitable to choose a pass play in Third Gear and Twelve Yards; however, considering Burkhead’s form and the Patriots’ ability to fall back on a field goal, Belichick’s tactical choices seemed freer.

So, what would Belichick choose?

Jones thought: passing.

With Brady, Edelman, and Gronkowski at their disposal, the Patriots had no reason to be conservative; moreover, they might rely on a field goal as a fallback, but this was overtime. If they could go for a touchdown to clinch the game, why give the opposing offensive group a chance?

At least, that’s what Jones believed.

Thus—

“Attack!”

Brady signaled the snap, and Jones surged forward without hesitation.

In an instant, Jones spotted Brady and Burkhead attempting a handoff, but Jones didn’t falter. His charge gathered momentum, becoming unstoppable.

Fearlessness.

This was Jones’s answer. If it were Li Wei, he wouldn’t waste time hesitating; he’d trust his instincts and go all in, seizing the initiative firmly.

Now, Jones was ready to do the same—

Charging ahead, unstoppable.

Burning everything into the effort.

Jones tore through the pocket in an instant, diving in like a tiger descending the mountain. The Patriots’ offensive line seemed to be made of paper, collapsing in an instant. Then, Brady was right in front of him.

The football was still in Brady’s hands.

Without hesitation, Jones lunged forward, crashing into Brady head-on.

Brady retreated rapidly, rushing to evade Jones and find a target to pass to, but Jones’s pressure was relentless.

Danger.

At the critical moment, Brady’s experience came into play. With a subtle feint to his right, he dodged Jones’s position. Just as Jones was about to hit him, Brady’s peripheral vision caught sight of a flash of white light. Flicking his wrist, relying solely on his forearm strength—

Like cracking a whip—

The football was already airborne, tracing a moonlit arc.

BAM!

Almost simultaneously, Jones tackled Brady, sending them tumbling to the ground together.

However, the football was already flying, and the intended receiving target was—

Edelman.

Berry stood near the end zone’s central area, surveying the entire field.

Though his competitive state was average and he had only hastily warmed up before taking the field, his wealth of game experience helped him settle quickly.

He knew now wasn’t the time to panic; there was no room for chaos in a game.

Immediately, Berry could clearly pinpoint the Patriots’ running routes.

Burkhead was out. Gronkowski was out. Edelman was out.

The Patriots had plenty of offensive weapons, all in excellent form; yet Brady himself was in mediocre condition. Even though overtime had seen him elevate his performance, Kansas City’s relentless pressure lingered.

And now, it was the same.

Jones had once again applied effective pressure.

In the rush, Brady had no time for a secondary defensive read. The instinctive throw meant the choice of target was simplified.

Berry immediately locked onto Edelman.

Edelman wasn’t a player who excelled in physical confrontations; instead, he thrived on route-running and finding gaps in coverage. Today, he had showcased his strengths to the fullest.

And now was no exception.

Edelman weaved through the crowd quickly, finally settling about five yards out from the end zone’s frontline. He cut into the central territory from the outside, finding a gap at the junction of the lineman, cornerback, and safety’s defensive zones.

A space as small as a palm—about three to five yards.

But for Edelman, it was enough.

In the chaos and crisis, Brady’s wobbling throw flew shakily toward Edelman.