Dominate the Super Bowl

Chapter 381 Lian Po is old now

Oh, God!

The entire Gillette Stadium let out a heavy sigh, as numerous fans held their heads in annoyed desperation, unable to believe the scene unfolding on the field—

Struck out.

Facing the predicament of Third Gear and thirteen yards, Belichick finally chose not to take any risks and opted for a standard ground attack to run down the clock.

The ground attack, as expected, happened without any surprises; the running back charged directly into the crowd at the frontline, holding out in a deadlock to waste time before he finally fell to the ground.

Ending the attempt on Third Gear.

There were no mistakes, which was good; everything went according to plan, which was also good. Despite this, the fans of the New England Patriots could hardly hide their disappointment.

Because after the home team struck out, the Kansas Chiefs Offense was set to take the stage again, casting the fate of the defending champions to be decided by the Defense.

This was not ideal.

One look at Brady was enough to tell.

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Head hanging, shoulders slumped, he was clearly dissatisfied with how the last two offensive drives had ended. He could have killed the game himself, but now he had left a breath of life for the opponents, a scene he did not wish to see.

And then, there was Li Wei.

Brady had not anticipated his gaze would fall on Li Wei.

His expression was complex.

Gillette Stadium fell into a brief silence, the high and spirited singing instantly snuffed out, faces filled with astonishment and sadness, watching the scene unfold in disbelief—

Victory, which had seemed firmly in grasp, the King of Foxborough about to defend his glory once more, to repel the young, naïve challenger marching proudly forward.

But, unexpectedly, Brady had not seized the opportunity, watching as the initiative slipped from his fingertips, giving his opponent one last chance.

Of course, this did not mean the New England Patriots had lost the game, as their Defense would exert all efforts to defend the dignity of the defending champions, and uphold the pride of the New England Patriots, repelling the Chieftain's counterattack.

But—

For a brief moment, a transient moment, they felt offended.

The song representing the pride of New England had vanished.

In its place was the rough, primitive, wild roar of the Chieftain.

The Kansas City Chiefs Defense, with a performance beyond comparison, had snatched the last chance from the tightly clenched fists of the New England Patriots.

"Ah!"

Revis roared into the sky, his shout resounding.

"Ah, ah, ah!"

Clenched fist, thumping chest, he roared unrestrainedly.

Not just for this defensive play, not just for one tackle plus one successful disruption of the pass, but for the experience and ability he displayed at a critical moment, he sent out a swansong to the entire League—

Though old, he was still more than capable.

This, was his response.

"Ah!"

A murderous intent flashed in Revis's eyes.

Then, pushing away the celebrating defensive players, he strode toward the sideline, tossing the football to Smith.

Smith clumsily caught the football.

Revis's gaze, however, turned to Li Wei as he shouted out.

"One chance."

"Once."

Although it was not much, this was sports competition, dependent on whether one could seize that fleeting opportunity, leading to two radically different worlds—heaven and hell.

Houston hurried over, worried that Revis might say something inappropriate. He took off his helmet and looked helplessly at Smith before his gaze fell on Li Wei.

Li Wei didn't mind. He ignored Revis and instead looked towards Smith, a smile spreading across his lips.

"It's our turn now."

With that, Li Wei raised his right hand high and high-fived both Revis and Houston—

Passing the baton.

The Kansas City Chiefs Defense stood on the brink of disaster, fighting hard to carve out a glimmer of hope, and now it was time to showcase the importance of team spirit.

The Offense was about to take the field.

No words were needed, as players from the Defense and Offense high-fived, the silence bursting with a tragic bravado that strongly bonded the spirit of the Offense.

Nearby, Reed quietly watched the scene, a surge of bold spirit expanding in his chest.

Now, the stage was handed over to the Kansas City Chiefs Offense and the New England Patriots Defense, and it was time to see what kind of sparks they would strike.

"The initiative is still in the hands of the defending champions."

"Of course, the situation isn't ideal."

"A strikeout, hardly any game time used up, just a wasted official timeout, leaving the Kansas City Chiefs one minute and fifty-five seconds. Belichick's gamble might come with a heavy cost."

"But."

"The New England Patriots still have the advantage."

"One minute and fifty-five seconds. The offensive strategy for the Kansas City Chiefs is very limited."

"Smith is not a quarterback who relies on 'Wanfu Mary' to perform miracles. Even if he really plans to try 'Wanfu Mary,' he doesn't have Rodgers's arm strength, insufficient to support him in launching an attack from his own thirty-five to forty-yard line. The Kansas City Chiefs need to push past midfield, preferably into the forty-yard line."

"In Week 6 during the regular season, facing the Pittsburgh Steelers, the Kansas City Chiefs were once in such a situation, and Reed tried an unconventional offensive tactic to turn the game around."

"Everyone thought Smith was set to try a 'Wanfu Mary,' but he didn't. Clearly, neither Smith nor Reed had the confidence to execute it."

"And now, the same tactic can't be used against the New England Patriots a second time. 'Wanfu Mary' might be Smith's only choice."

"This means the Kansas City Chiefs must advance, to avoid meaninglessly wasting game time, they can only pass towards the sides, stepping out of bounds to stop the clock."

"Thus, their ground game, ranked first in the league this season, wouldn't be useful; also, their passing game becomes very predictable. The New England Patriots just need to defend the two sidelines and the end line."

"Moreover, the temperature is still dropping, which adds to the difficulty of passing."

"But the Kansas City Chiefs cannot afford any mistakes."

"Even without errors, they might still need a bit of luck, as the game situation is even more challenging than the last wildcard game against the Tennessee Titans. The Kansas City Chiefs again stand on the edge of a cliff, they need to fight for their fate."

The air was burning.

After snapping back to reality, Gillette Stadium erupted into an unbelievable noise, ferocious and brutally seething down, covering the entire stadium and Foxborough in no time, pushing the home crowd's momentum to an unprecedented height.

The roar was so intense above the eardrum that even Smith had to use hand signals to arrange tactics, making it seem like the entire world stood against the Kansas City Chiefs; they had to fight alone in the biting cold wind.

Without a doubt, this was the hardest game of the season for the Kansas City Chiefs—

Harder than facing the Pittsburgh Steelers.

Smith's heart pounded like a drum, his ears ringing from the overwhelming pressure as all the nightmarish shadows and fears swarmed his mind.

Turning his head, Smith saw Li Wei surveying the entire field.

Smith was puzzled.

Li Wei looked over, revealing a big smile and mouthed, "They are afraid."