Chapter 416: 415 Throat Block Chapter 416: 415 Throat Block Gipson and Ramsey were utterly focused —
Using a crafty strategy of faux handoffs coupled with screen passes, the Kansas City Chieftains broke through by tearing apart the Jacksonville Jaguars’ defense during a clash of titans, reminiscent of their week-six comeback victory against the Pittsburgh Steelers.
However, Li Wei did not fall.
With the end zone right behind Gipson and Ramsey, letting Li Wei advance would potentially crush the Jaguars’ morale even further, making the situation worse.
They could retreat no more.
Ramsey kept still, his gaze fixed on Li Wei.
Gipson took the initiative, focusing only on Li Wei from the start, ensuring he could tackle him without distraction.
In an instant, Li Wei was at a disadvantage —
Telvin’s judgment was right, Li Wei now faced an inescapable trap.
What to do, protect the ball by falling?
Li Wei wanted to try something.
There was only a five-yard space in front of him, hardly enough room to maneuver, leaving Li Wei with barely any space to “struggle.”
But Li Wei had no time to bother with Ramsey.
In a flash, an idea struck Li Wei —
He quickly glanced at Gipson with his peripheral vision, feigned a move to the left as if diving into the jaws of the beast, into Gipson’s embrace, preparing to break through the gap between Gipson and Kelsey.
Immediately, Gipson’s muscles reflexively tensed, with the right side of his body visibly stiffening — a reaction that bypassed the brain, a primary reflex under intense focus.
But Li Wei, with mischief, took another step to the right.
Following that, Li Wei noticed Ramsey reacting to his initial movement and evidently stepping forward.
This meant, whether he went left or right, Li Wei had nowhere to escape to.
But seeing Ramsey’s move, Li Wei’s eyes brightened.
Ramsey took half a step forward, raising his voice at Li Wei again, “Coward!”
This time, Li Wei didn’t dodge.
Through his helmet, Li Wei provocatively looked at Ramsey, his lips curving into a smile, increasing the tension between them, regardless of whether Ramsey could see it or not.
Li Wei accelerated, his stepping speed, rhythm, and force all intensified, charging forward like a bullet train.
Similarly, Ramsey also increased his speed and power.
Ramsey: Hehe, this is like refusing heaven’s path only to burst through hell’s gates unwillingly.
Sorry, my power is a bit overwhelming, bear with it.
“Coward, coward, coward, coward.
You impotent coward…”
Ramsey grunted, his stream of curses lingering by Li Wei’s ear abruptly cut off, his eyes nearly popping: You, you tricked me!
As the two were about to clash head-on, Li Wei slightly shifted half a step to the left, misaligning their positions, and dipped his knees to lower his center of gravity, slamming his shoulder into Ramsey’s chest.
That slight misalignment!
But Li Wei’s shoulder struck like a spearhead, right into Ramsey’s chest, his breath caught as if his throat had been clamped, all strength draining away, limbs weakening, mind blacking out as if a light had been switched off.
Could this be a mixed martial arts technique?
And still, that wasn’t all.
As Li Wei charged, outsiders couldn’t see the subtlety because the two momentarily stalled, appearing as if it were merely an ordinary collision where equivalent forces simply neutralized each other.
However, that was not the case.
Ramsey’s body stiffened, but Li Wei’s did not.
Li Wei’s shoulder felt numb, yet he could still control it, quickly pulling back a little, and once again thrusting his right shoulder forward to collide with Ramsey’s right shoulder.
Successive sounds—one dull, the other explosive.
The next second, Ramsey spun clockwise like a top at high speed.
The sound was completely stuck in his throat, unable to move; although his brain was still functioning normally, he had temporarily lost all control of his body.
He felt like a kite with its string cut.
Meanwhile, Li Wei was unstoppable, crashing into Ramsey and continuing to push forward.
He had just stepped out without even touching the ground when Gipson’s ferocious, twisted face blocked his path.
Deep breath, push off the ground, step forward.
Li Wei did not hesitate.
Already mentally prepared, he landed and immediately stepped forward again, swerving to collide with Gipson proactively.
Left hand—Straight Arm—
Instant force, instant explosion.
Li Wei and Gipson collided head-on.
But this time, Gipson did not lose his position.
Gipson, too, was mentally prepared, his muscles tensed to absorb the impact.
He withstood the entire force of Li Wei’s Straight Arm Block and grabbed Li Wei’s left arm, taking a step forward as both men grappled with each other.
Gipson, ready to go down together, was determined to pin Li Wei down before the end zone—
As long as he ended this drive, they could face a decisive battle one or two yards in front of the end zone line.
Li Wei sensed the crisis, trying to break free from Gipson, but it was already too late, his left arm was tightly entangled like an octopus by Gipson.
Without hesitation and no time for regret, Li Wei immediately abandoned trying to break free or create distance, and charged directly at Gipson; both men tangled together, Li Wei pushing forward like a bull charging into Gipson.
The whole field, dead silent.
Everything happened too fast, one wave after another with no time to breathe, numerous twists unfolding within just eleven yards.
The next second, Kelsey appeared, stepping behind Li Wei, continuing to move forward.
Kelsey noticed that Li Wei was exhausted and completely entangled by Gipson.
At this point, there was no space to generate power.
He stepped ahead of Telvin, pushing forward with Li Wei.
Yet, it wasn’t enough.
Push off the ground, generate force.
Gather sand into a tower.
The opposing side was no different–another safety, Church was the first to arrive, backing Gipson.
Followed closely by Telvin and Ramsey joining in.
The relentless, nagging curse exploded beside his ear, Ramsey’s eyes bloodshot, sticking close to Li Wei’s helmet, continuously bombarding him with trash talk, but the Kansas City Chiefs were also unyielding and refused to back down.
Both sides were locked in a standoff.
Strength, fully unleashed.
Football reverted to its most primitive, fundamental, direct contest of strength.
Whether at Perpetual Bank Center or Old Oak Tavern, everyone was deathly silent, hearts stopped, gaping in awe at the scene.
As the referees gathered, prepared to declare this push a dead ball, the whistle still at their lips, a sudden change occurred.
A bit, then a bit more—
Li Wei pushed Gipson away, his upper body thrusting the football forward, crossing the end zone line, finally feeling the fresh air and the scorching lights.
The referee raised his hands high to signal an unbelievably hard-fought transition from fourth and one yard.