Chapter 761: 760 is vulnerable to a single blow
The air was burning, breathing was like nitrous oxide, the eardrums roared, and the chest that heaved violently paused momentarily as he braked.
Within the high-speed run, an abrupt stop, Li Wei once again displayed his peerless control, avoiding collision with the figure ahead that had lost control and derailed.
So close, brushing past.
Li Wei held his breath, tensed all over, utilizing the brief pause to adjust, watching the twisted face of terror rush past before his eyes.
Then, Li Wei restarted.
This time, he pushed his speed to the extreme from zero, rising onto his toes, releasing all his energy in a posture akin to a hundred-meter dash.
No time to catch his breath, another figure was rapidly approaching nonstop, breath held, closely mirroring Li Wei’s footsteps.
George Odum, an undrafted rookie this year, had always been the third Free safety on the team. After both starting Free safeties fell due to injuries—Hooker had left the field for further examination— he finally got the opportunity to play; facing the legends of the newcomers head-on.
Odum was a bit nervous, his calves trembling.
Despite securing his position early and taking the initiative, the moment he clung to Li Wei, Odum felt a surge of power and speed overflowing like torrential floodwaters, and his body immediately started to jolt.
Stumbling and bumbling.
The Fifteen-yard Line passed beneath his feet.
Odum tried to stick closely to Li Wei, but he felt he couldn’t keep up the pace, like Bran from “Game of Thrones,” completely dependent on Li Wei, with his feet barely touching the ground intermittently, as if gravity had lost its grip though the ground was right underfoot.
Before Odum could conjure a plan, Li Wei had already braked again. Again and again.
He watched, wide-eyed, as Li Wei retreated into the distance. But why was Li Wei retreating?
Oh, it wasn’t Li Wei who was retreating, but himself.
A beat too slow, Odum realized that he had been thrown back, retreating uncontrollably, widening the gap.
Odum braked urgently to regain control of himself, but immediately saw Li Wei restarting, taking off full speed like a storm.
The Ten-yard Line, Li Wei passed it, and Odum followed, trying to catch up.
However, as he was just about to spring into action, Odum could see the world of green and red receding swiftly backwards, like fast-forwarding at ten times the speed.
At the Five-yard Line, Odum was nearly suffocating, his speed had hit its limit, and his legs could barely keep up with his racing mind. Looking up at Li Wei’s retreating figure, the number twenty-three in red was blazing like flames ahead, so near yet so far:
He was running faster and faster, growing more distant as well.
He widened the gap visibly, and as Odum reached out, trying to close it, he found—
Unmatched, unstoppable.
Five yards, ten yards, not even a blink of an eye could pass.
And then, Li Wei stopped.
Standing in the end zone!
Effortlessly and irresistibly, piercing the heart of the Indianapolis Colts.
Turning around, Li Wei faced the stadium, his expression calm, his gaze intense. Despite his panting and profuse sweating, despite the flush on his face and ears, there wasn’t the slightest sign of disarray. Not only was there none, but there was also a sense of exhilaration and recklessness, as he released all his energy without reservation. That overwhelming power swept across the entire field.
Li Wei stood towering in the end zone, causing all those behind him eating his dust to look up in awe.
Odum was among the first.
Then, Li Wei raised his right index finger, erecting it.
Odum blinked, noticing that Li Wei’s focus wasn’t on him. Following Li Wei’s gaze, he turned to see Leonard, disheveled, stopping not far ahead.
Li Wei, gently shook his finger:
You guys, not good enough.
Charging straight in, going for the jugular—
Touchdown, once again secured.
Felix could no longer control himself, his fists clenched tightly, tears shimmering in his eyes. He felt the surge and torrent of life force, so vivid and powerful. His blood blazed with fire, and the long-suppressed emotions deep within his soul finally burst forth.
Since the incident last Sunday, Felix had been holding back, enduring, trying his best to show a positive and sunny side so as not to worry Karen, but the fear and vulnerability deep inside were gradually consuming his energy. He felt he might not be able to hold on much longer.
It wasn’t over. That wasn’t the point.
It was rage, sadness, despair; yet also fighting spirit, passion, vitality.
Felix finally let out a roar.
And then, he sang his heart out.
“He’s here, he’s there, he’s everywhere, he is the Edgerunner, Li Wei, Li Wei, Li Wei!”
Karen’s heart quivered slightly.
She felt it, the complexity hidden in Felix’s cry, and for an instant, fear engulfed her heart, making her acutely aware of her own insignificance and helplessness.
But it was just for an instant.
Taking a deep breath, Karen looked at the television screen:
Felix hadn’t given up, Li Wei hadn’t given up, and neither could she.
Even though they knew the battle was doomed from the start, it didn’t mean they couldn’t enjoy every remaining minute and second of the game.
Once, then again, Karen joined the ranks of Felix, even louder and more vehement than him, shouting with all the strength of her soul.
Arrowhead Stadium, ignited.
“…Wow, what an incredible atmosphere for a game.”
“Today’s Kansas City Chiefs are showing a proactive spirit. You can feel their desire for victory through the screen, so strong, so fervent, as if longing to escape the clutches of death.”
“This is really rare.”
“I’m afraid, this is something nobody expected—the reigning champions’ desire for victory.”
“Without a doubt, the reigning champions are prepared to face all difficulties. They are not sitting ducks waiting to be struck but have placed themselves in the position of the aggressor, starting with a determination to win.”
“Now the key question is, did the Indianapolis Colts foresee the difficulties, but did they expect them to be this severe?”
“Here, I’m not talking about the score.”
“Indeed, the Indianapolis Colts are behind in score, but not by much, just one touchdown. We still have enough time to write the story, to allow for different possibilities, so the score is not the point at the moment.”
“The point is the overall situation.”
“The Indianapolis Colts’ defensive group has been completely crushed by their opponents. So far in the Kansas City Chiefs’ two offensive drives, this defensive group has scarcely been effective, completely suppressed from passing to ground assault, not even one effective tackle, a total mess.”
“In terms of strategy, state, and on-the-spot reaction, the Indianapolis Colts’ defensive group is utterly useless and pitiful. Even Leonard, who performed well in the regular season, is equally sluggish, completely lost in the Chiefs’ onslaught.”
“Not even a semblance of resistance, a complete disaster.”
“How should Richie adjust, how should he position? If the Indianapolis Colts’ defensive group can’t organize an effective defense, they will soon be completely engulfed in the Kansas City Chiefs’ offensive deluge.”
“Believe me, this is definitely not the situation Richie wants to see.”