Dominate the Super Bowl

Block!

Interception!

Watt's elusive block defense is 99.99% about to turn into an interception!

However, in that 0.01% chance, Li Wei returns, leaps into the air, and fiercely snatches the football from Watt's hands.

The interception surprisingly turns back into a catch.

Moreover, defying gravity and soaring up, outmuscling Watt, it is a one-handed catch akin to a stunt, destroying all reason.

Stunned.

The entire stadium is utterly stupefied; even Nantz and Romo forget to react, briefly engulfed in shock and awe, forgetting to make a sound.

Yet, the battle on the field is not over.

Hobbling and swaying, Li Wei's balance is like a ship in a storm, with only his toes touching the ground, barely gripping with his toes. Forget exerting force; he feels like he could escape gravity's pull and fly off at any moment, any slight force could break his balance.

The football, restless and troubled, bounces in his arms, difficult to control with one hand. Hastily and chaotically relying on his chest as a control point, his attention has to be on the surrounding storm.

To the left, Li Wei catches a glimpse of a fast-moving figure leaping at him.

Outside linebacker Scarlett grits his teeth hard, seeing Li Wei about to break through his lateral route; he can't worry anymore.

One push-off, one leap, Scarlett throws himself forward recklessly.

The fierce wind pushes Li Wei like a plastic bag, as the two figures meet at the crossroads but slightly miss, Scarlett can't grab his waist, thigh, or calf, just barely touches his ankle.

Just once, that's all.

Li Wei stumbles forward and crashes into cornerback Robbie's arms.

Robbie is initially stunned, then delighted—

Fell into the trap!

Li Wei actually fell into the net, and Robbie effortlessly tackles Li Wei, forgetting his joy, securing Li Wei's head with both arms.

Like a crown.

Everything happens too fast, complete chaos.

Kelsey is ready to dismantle Robbie, but before he can get into position, Li Wei crashes in, but Kelsey is not ready to give up.

Impact, squeeze.

Kelsey is destroying Robbie's balance.

Now, Li Wei enters a haven, his balance stabilizes instead. Though still chaotic, his feet finally find gravity in their uncertain state.

Push-off, push-off. Push-off!

Once more, once more, Li Wei crouches down, the uncertain tackle suddenly misses, and Li Wei regains freedom—

Cold wind, hits the face.

The helmet is gone.

"Shed the shell!"

"Li Wei! Oh God, Li Wei shakes off the helmet, escaping Robbie's tackle! Li Wei is advancing, Li Wei is continuing to move forward!"

"Twenty-yard line, Li Wei! Li Wei is trying to create a miracle, to secure this first down for the Kansas City Chiefs!"

But Li Wei can't be bothered about the helmet, glancing outward with his steps, quickly pushes off, taking in the space and scenery to both sides in his vision.

Gusty winds, bone-chilling cold, slap viciously against his cheeks, a sting that keeps Li Wei alert.

Thud thud, thud thud.

Consecutive push-offs, Li Wei feels the impact between his feet and the ground, the solid force helps him find balance, propelling himself forward.

One step, two steps, becoming more determined, more forceful.

"Fifteen-yard line!"

"First down! Li Wei completes the fourth down ten-yard conversion! First down, this is a first down!"

"Oh God! From interception to first down!"

"The fourth down ten-yard crisis is averted! Unbelievable!"

"Li Wei, Li Wei is still advancing!"

In front, Hardman's mind races, unable to keep up with the pace. The football that should have been passed to him was intercepted by Watt, and then... what happened?

Hardman has no idea what happened, the clash and tension overwhelming, his brain losing the ability to think, desperately searching for the football's position.

Then, Li Wei appeared.

Yes. Li Wei!

Hardman doesn't know the process, but it doesn't matter, he can see Li Wei is holding the ball.

Swift decision, Hardman cuts inside without hesitation, cutting into the left-side space of Li Wei, establishing a corridor between himself and the sideline, playing the role of escort ship, observing his left-side defensive players' positions and waiting for Li Wei to enter the corridor.

Here he comes!

In the blink of an eye, Li Wei has already joined Hardman's side, the two running shoulder to shoulder.

Also closing in are the two safeties on the left, Gibson and Justin Reid.

No time for hesitation and worry, the breakthrough point in the defensive net is shrinking, Hardman unhesitatingly bumps into Gibson, sharing the same fate!

Bam!

Gibson is caught off guard, crashing into Hardman head-on, both tumbling out, rolling away like tumbleweeds.

Justin Reid sees this, makes a turn to clear space, relentlessly pursuing Li Wei.

However, he quickly realizes that the situation… might be problematic, with Li Wei's number 23 back close but always just out of reach.

Fifteen-yard line!

The space for Justin Reid to complete a tackle is already limited; Li Wei's balance is still adjusting, speed not fully unleashed, this is his last chance.

Gritting his teeth, Justin Reid unreservedly flings himself forward like a missile, aiming at Li Wei's left-back shoulder.

And then, with a shove, trying to disrupt Li Wei's balance, pushing him out of bounds, it's his only chance.

Once missed, there won't be another.

Bam!

Li Wei is equally unprepared, a surging solid force hits from behind, with no defense, sending his body flying out.

His steps, once more defying gravity, leaving only his toes dragging on the grass, wavering near the sideline, dancing wildly on a knife's edge.

However!

At this moment, Li Wei enters a state of complete immersion, focused, his footwork control dazzling and spectacular, suddenly taking a deep breath, in the storm relying only on the toes touching ground, sprinting at full speed on the precipice as if walking on clouds, dancing on a tightrope high above.

Ten-yard line!

Five-yard line!

The white lines crisscrossing the green quickly stream past beneath his feet, in the blink of an eye left behind, Li Wei's figure precarious yet improbably controlled, causing the entire Arrowhead Stadium to hold its breath, hearts in throats almost bursting out.

Thalia: Danger!

Behind, a white figure turns into a gale, releasing all its speed without reservation, incredulously catching up to Li Wei whose speed was never fully unleashed, recklessly lunges, hands firmly gripping Li Wei's waist, and rolls forward.

That, unmistakably, is number ninety-nine!

JJ-Watt!

Watt, unbelievably relentless, channels his megacosm and catches up, completing a tackle at the last moment at the edge of the end zone!

This time, Watt doesn't let Li Wei escape.

Gasp!

The entire stadium draws a sharp breath.

Watt tackles Li Wei and goes down, landing first, rolling clockwise, spinning Li Wei out in a 180-degree turn with a wrestling move.

But… but!

Miraculously, Li Wei in the chaos of a 180-degree turn, holding the ball in his right hand, spreads completely open like wings, catching the football with one hand and just barely crossing the end zone line.

"Touchdown!"