Chapter 760: 759 Matador
Err ah, ah ah ah! Ah ah ah!
Leonard went all out, without reservation, he wanted Li Wei to feel the pain, feel the impact, he wanted Li Wei’s soul to shiver with fear.
Head-on collision, power release.
However, the next second—
Wait, what happened? Wait, wait!
Leonard’s heart suddenly contracted.
Has anyone ever seen a Spanish bullfight?
When the bull sees that red cloth, its eyes red with frenzy, charging toward the cloth recklessly, that force and impact are terrifying, enough to pick up an adult male, send him flying like a piece of paper, even possibly ripping open the belly, spilling the intestines out.
So, how does the matador accomplish the feat?
It’s all about the timing, seizing the fleeting moment just as the bull is about to collide, relying on light and nimble steps to shift the weight, completing the dodge.
In front of us, it’s the same.
Initially, Li Wei was prepared to shift his center of gravity, to shake off Leonard with a Marseille Turn, because Leonard’s height and weight were there, and with Leonard prepared, a head-on collision wouldn’t be wise; he should fully utilize his agility and speed to break free.
But, Leonard’s approach was just too fast, especially when Li Wei himself hadn’t slowed down, the crisis of uncontrolled speed loomed large.
In the blink of an eye, Li Wei quickly assessed the situation, made an instant decision—
No evasion, just meeting it head-on.
The difference was, all the muscles in the body tensed up, the knees slightly bent, breath held, waiting for the brief gap before the anticipated overwhelming force came rushing in.
A sliver of a chance, a moment fleeting amidst the chaos and impact, unnoticed if not paying close attention.
Anyway, it’s a sure bet, the first strike already secured, let them take another risk, explore the possibilities, that’s fun too, right?
A gleam flashed deep in Li Wei’s eyes, visibly excited; correspondingly, his brain became even cooler, attention highly focused.
Taking a deep breath, time seemed to slow down, like bullet time, right in the fleeting gap before the full force erupted at the moment of embrace, Li Wei sprung into action.
Using the right leg as the pivot, the left leg pushing off the ground for a drive, a clockwise turn, spinning 360 degrees, the force ready to burst from Li Wei’s body also rotating with his spinning motion.
Spinning, dancing, a sight for sore eyes.
Then, one could see Leonard, who had completely cast off gravity to layer his weight, was firmly hugging Li Wei’s waist, spinning with him.
One second into “Saturday Night Fever” mode.
Leonard couldn’t believe it:
Just now, he had released all his power, ready to take down Li Wei; but now, he clutched at Li Wei’s waist like grabbing a lifeline, the released power turning into a desperate entanglement, with neither the impact nor the weight to be found, all vanishing without a trace within the technique of diverting force with gentleness.
What’s worse, he now looked like a cheap circus clown performing aerial stunts.
As the thought just surfaced, shame and fury instantly devoured his reason, and Leonard began to scream frantically, his body breaking out in goosebumps.
His hands could no longer hold on, his fingers let go, centrifugal force flung him out, but he could do nothing about it.
Leonard could hardly believe it, and he didn’t understand what had happened; the whole world started spinning rapidly.
Li Wei also had a hard time, and he finally deeply experienced it—the Matador was indeed a dance on the blade’s edge. Adrenaline surged, and the bloody scent of life and death excited him.
One turn, the strength was still not completely dissipated.
Another turn, the world was still spinning, and he had long lost his bearings.
But Li Wei had learned a trick:
How does the Ballet Whip Spin manage to maintain balance and direction even after spinning at high speed for fifty turns?
Before the spinning begins, one must find a point to fix the eyes on and always keep gazing at it; this is the best way to maintain direction amidst chaos and dizziness.
Li Wei’s gaze was firmly fixed on the goalposts in the end zone, identifying direction amidst the chaos and turbulence, finding back his strength and direction.
Push off, push off. Push off!
One step, then another, the power fully unleashed, regaining the sense of solid ground beneath him amidst the bumps and dizziness, stumbling back to speed.
Bit by bit. Bit by bit.
Ah, ah, ah, the cheers and screams, climbing higher and higher.
In front of the TV, Annie could no longer control herself, watching the screen intently, following that figure, shouting at the top of her lungs.
Separated by a screen, but Annie and Arrowhead Stadium were in complete sync; Jenna beside her couldn’t help getting fired up, her heart starting to race wildly.
Tens of thousands of eyes were all on that figure; in the vast stadium, a single figure was insignificant, easily swallowed up; yet at this moment, that figure was so towering, so majestic, standing tall, making the entire crimson wave in the stands bow down, erupting with passion.
Thump thump, thump thump thump.
Accompanying Li Wei’s footsteps, accompanying Li Wei’s speed, it was the audience who felt their own insignificance, feeling the power of footsteps pounding in their own hearts.
Impact. Release. Ignition.
The resonance of heartbeats colliding with chests swept through Arrowhead Stadium like a tsunami, and in the midst of roaring, nothing else mattered.
Karen had stood up as well, grabbing Felix’s shoulder with one hand, crying out uncontrollably, shouting the same name.
Just one name, yet it made thousands of souls feel each other’s presence, eventually binding together like a rope, as if touching the pulse of life itself.
In that moment, Karen felt Felix’s vitality, so vivid, so powerful, so overwhelming, as if cancer cells no longer mattered; her Felix was calling out, running, burning, even Death had to stand outside the door and wait obediently.
The uniform roar revolved above Arrowhead Stadium.
Grass clippings flew, sweat splattered, blood burned; the pulse of this city’s life was beating.
Stumbling and lurching, Li Wei staggered past the twenty-five-yard line, but regained his speed and balance as he entered the twenty-yard line.
With every push off, with every exertion of strength, Li Wei’s energy was released, and in the midst of the stadium’s roar, the level of focus intensified once more.
Seeing a figure dashing at an angle ahead, Li Wei had no time to distinguish carefully, catching only a glimpse of white vapor in his peripheral vision—
In the swiftly changing game, his brain remained cool, even the Matador had to concede, as Li Wei was tearing down the Colts’ entire defense line.
A brake, Li Wei controlled himself; the white vapor did not stop in time, passing before Li Wei’s eyes, staring at each other through the helmets.
Li Wei: Sorry, not seeing you out.