Dominate the Super Bowl

No fancy moves, no tricks, just pure frontal crash, the shockwave instantly detonated, sending Li Wei and Adams flying backward due to the recoil.

Adams fell to the ground, Li Wei staggered.

Neither was any better off.

Even though Adams was completely suppressed, twisting like a ballet dancer, totally losing his balance, Li Wei, who remained standing, was not faring much better.

His entire left hand numb, the surging force so intense that even the football cradled in his right arm began to violently tumble and roll, his chest boiling with blood, his knees trembling as if drunk, his steps floating mid-air, shaky, with centrifugal force pulling his body outward.

But still.

In the chaotic whirl of the wind, Li Wei did not give up, kept thrusting his feet down, kept squatting, trying to regain his center of gravity and balance, tightly grasping the direction.

Step. Step, step, step.

His steps were as if treading on marshmallows, unevenly flying to the right, barely time to breathe when the sideline was already just a couple of steps away.

Finally!

He caught his center of gravity but did not brake, instead following the centrifugal force he had flung out, his body naturally pulled forward, already charging along the sideline.

Thrust the ground.

His lungs burned, his blood boiled, his muscles exploded, but Li Wei had entered a completely forgetful state, the murderous look in his eyes no longer suppressible.

The thirty-five-yard line.

Thrust the ground.

Speeding ever faster, but from the corner of his eye, he could see another purple figure sprinting horizontally from the left—

Corey Thompson, another Safety for the Tigers.

The twenty-five-yard line.

Thrust the ground.

Li Wei didn\'t slow down, not only did he not, but he was also continuing to accelerate, as the preceding sprinting and recent head-on collision left him with no strength to withstand more impacts, he continued speeding up by following the inertia, the only way.

Meanwhile, Li Wei had noticed Thompson.

Thompson did not take risks, nor was he in a hurry, but sprinted alongside Li Wei, then gradually closed in, trying to overtake and squeeze the space for Li Wei\'s sprint.

Nearer, ever nearer, Thompson\'s presence was a threat, even without any action, exerting physical and psychological pressure on Li Wei.

What to do?

The fifteen-yard line. Experience more on empire

As the end zone neared, Li Wei still did not know when Thompson would strike, but he could not wait. The end zone was within reach, and he would not stop here.

He, refused.

His gaze swiftly scanning, he could see Adams and White leading a surge of purple haze rapidly closing in, like a swarm of bees forming a surround, turbulent airwaves ferociously lunging at him, but his speed had already reached a breaking point, impossible to maintain, at any moment it might fall apart.

Ahead, the end zone was close yet unattainable.

With a grit of his teeth, Li Wei decisively dashed out, crossing the ten-yard line, he could feel the pressure of Thompson rapidly closing in, the heat wave hitting his face, the sweat on his skin starting to burn, the next second the collision was upon him.

A shove.

Thompson was upsetting Li Wei\'s balance.

Li Wei stood teetering as if on a tightrope, seemingly about to fall apart, but he did not give up. Deep within his Dantian, a fierce fire blazed, unbelievably increasing his speed by a fraction.

A little bit, just a little bit, but it was precisely because of this slight burn that Li Wei shook off Thompson, pulling ahead by a small half-step.

Thompson\'s heart tightened, trouble.

Thompson immediately lunged, trying to tackle Li Wei and take him down in a desperate move, they maintained side-by-side alignment for a brief while, matching frequencies, Thompson\'s tackle was accurate.

However.

However!

Thompson surprisingly missed, grinding his teeth in frustration, his eyes showing an inconceivable astonishment as he watched Li Wei leap into the air, shaking off his grip and breaking their rhythm; he had already flown out.

Damn!

Thompson wanted to curse.

Li Wei, having jumped, crossed the fifteen-yard line with a daring dive because he knew his speed and strength had reached their limits and that he couldn\'t sustain the last five yards. Those mere five yards seemed like a chasm, so he chose the riskiest method possible.

Before Thompson could tackle him, he took a running jump into the air.

Whoosh, the hurricane roared, unleashing a purple tsunami across the field, turning the world into a tumultuous wave of heat while Li Wei cut through it like a sharp sword.

In his sight, only the orange pole at the corner of the end zone.

Leap.

Extend.

Glide freely, embracing the fierce wind.

His body was like a cloud, lazily and easily floating above the azure sea and blue sky with only the wind and sunlight, as the shackles of gravity were set completely aside, soaring on the wind.

For that second, time stopped, and everything paused.

Then, just before gravity pulled his body back to embrace the earth, he reached out with the football to touch the pole.

Clack.

The pole fell over.

Immediately after, Thompson lost his balance over Li Wei, and the two, like a whirlwind of sand, rushed out, crashing harshly outside the boundary of the field.

A tumultuous force engulfed both men, with only the football and the pole rolling on the ground.

The entire stadium was silent, the vast Tiger Stadium even lacked the sound of breathing, amidst the deadly quiet, all eyes hectically gathered on the referee, time seemed to pause in a gap, the air was still, all waiting for the referee\'s verdict-

In football, crossing into the end zone usually means a touchdown, but there are special cases.

For instance, if the player\'s hand holding the ball crosses the end zone line, then his knee touches ground, it is also a touchdown, even if the feet don\'t enter the end zone.

Or, if a player loses balance or is tackled, but before his knee hits the ground, if the football touches one of the small orange poles at the four corners of the end zone, it is also a touchdown.

Just like what Li Wei had just done.

Even though his upper body was already out of bounds and he was losing his balance, before his feet or knees touched ground, the football had first touched the pole.

The pole, not very large, merely about the height of two palm lengths and a rectangular prism, was used to mark the boundaries of the end zone. At that moment, it played a crucial role.

Li Wei chose a risk.

And now the referee needed to decide:

First, whether Li Wei had accurately used the football to touch the pole; if the body had knocked it over but the football hadn\'t touched it, it would be ruled a foul.

Second, whether Li Wei had touched the pole with the football before his knee touched ground. Otherwise, it would be out of bounds, not counting as a touchdown, and the play would continue from the spot where he stepped out.

Eagerly, millions of eyes intensely fell upon the referee\'s shoulders.

Until the referee came back to his senses-

Raised his hands high, towards the sky, and blew his whistle.

Whistle!

Clear, piercing, cutting through the skies.

Then, a heatwave cascaded from the sky, plunging into frenzy, and the entire Tiger Stadium was swallowed by a roar and chaos, pupils filled with incredible panic and astonishment. The world exploded with energy between the rising and falling tides, instantly pushing the whole game to its climax.

Touchdown.

Undoubtedly, a touchdown!