Dominate the Super Bowl

DeShaun Watson's full-blown breakout became the keyword.

But just as mentioned before the kickoff, if Watson tries solely to prove himself and insists on playing his own way, he'll struggle to penetrate the Kansas City Chiefs Defense's blockade; Watson must trust his team and integrate various aspects to provide space for the quarterback to demonstrate his performance.

And this time is no exception.

Watson did not focus entirely on himself, not only distributing the passing targets but also seizing opportunities to run with the ball, while trusting the team's ground offense.

Running back Hyde rushed twice, advancing seven yards, and though the progress was mediocre, it effectively changed the tempo, ensuring the Houston Texans maintained a delicate balance between passing and rushing. The combination of offensive tactics was impeccable, allowing O'Brien to fully implement his ideas.

In this round of offense, the Houston Texans played exceptionally smoothly, facing the third-gear dilemma only once, steadily yet unyieldingly pushing forward and successfully advancing to the opponent's 24-yard line in less than four minutes, the end zone in sight, granting no respite in their counterattack.

Despite the Kansas City Chiefs' outstanding performance, the Houston Texans proved they could eliminate the Baltimore Ravens not by chance.

Most importantly, Watson truly showcased his core essence, worthy of being the star of tomorrow, making all professionals watching the live broadcast brighten their eyes—

This is the Watson who, until last season, had consistently outperformed Jackson, showcasing talent and strength that drew attention, with a limitless future.

"Attack!"

Watson announced the snap again, stepping back with the ball, creating space, calmly and lightly stepping to observe.

This time, the Houston Texans offensive line solidly protected the pocket, and although Chris Jones and Frank Clark attacked from both ends, the assaults by the two defensive ends were both intercepted and stalled on the scrimmage line, unable to exert enough pressure on Watson.

Watson appeared exceptionally composed, his gaze turned to the left side, raising his hand to make a gesture, seemingly prepared to connect with the team's top wide receiver, Hopkins—

Hopkins was particularly proactive, even before shaking off the cornerback Brilland in coverage, he raised his hand to insist, confident in consuming Brilland in the one-on-one matchup, proving his pivotal position once again.

However, Watson made a false move, his right hand merely gesturing without pause, turning suddenly to the right, fully using Hopkins as bait.

Outside linebacker Higgins felt a chill down his spine, maintaining 100% alertness as he noticed Watson's passing gesture, but something seemed off.

Perhaps because this offensive round's passing rate was 100%, coupled with the absence of any pressure at this moment, Watson's feint was somewhat careless.

Anyway, in Higgins's eyes, it didn't seem like he was preparing to pass, he even took the initiative to scan the field for the correct target.

Got it, tight end Darren Fells.

Fells ran a crafty route, intentionally charging forward to pin down cornerback Fowler's position, immediately turning back upon Fowler's start.

Thus, Fells used his back to pin Fowler, not only cutting off his field of vision but also eliminating Fowler's ability to directly disrupt the passing connection.

In other words, even if Fowler stepped forward, he couldn't cross Fells's obstruction to knock the football down, plus the physical advantage of a tight end against a cornerback allowed Fells to easily continue to push forward, all signs proved Fells had positioned himself well, creating an opportunity under Hopkins's involuntary cover.

No time for contemplation, Higgins even glanced at running back Hyde, who was driving vertically along the slot as an extra receiving point.

But Higgins ignored Hyde, cut diagonally with agile steps into the gap between Fells and the scrimmage line, soaring ahead.

Then, the football flew in smoothly and accurately.

Higgins intercepted it perfectly midway, effortlessly securing the football without confrontation, collision, or interference—

The scene seemed as if Watson intended to pass to Higgins from the start.

The whole stadium was stunned.

The Houston Texans, Kansas City Chiefs, Arrowhead Stadium, and everyone in the live broadcast room collectively paused, watching events unfold before their eyes without discernment of the developments.

Everything occurred too quickly and unexpectedly, as a smooth offense suddenly encountered an interception without any warning; not to mention the preceding plays, even this offensive-defensive round was seamless until Watson's pass, with no abnormal disturbances.

Then, Higgins emerged.

In the unforeseeable moment, all thoughts in everyone's minds were abruptly cut off.

Perhaps, only one person was an exception: Higgins.

Higgins knew what he was doing, and what he was supposed to do—

Like a true assassin.

Higgins wasn't satisfied with merely the interception, as the entire open world spread before him with no obstacles beneath his feet, leading directly to the goal line.

Push off, start, speed release.

Higgins raced ahead.

Among everyone, Fells was the first to recognize the sudden change, instinctively reacting by immediately pursuing.

However... speed truly wasn't Fells's strong suit, as a tight end, his explosiveness and confrontation ability in short pass areas were unbeatable, but speed?

Fells had already released all his speed yet could clearly feel Higgins extending the distance, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness.

Fowler was the second, first seeing Higgins, then Fells, and promptly gave chase.

Fowler was contemplating whether to tackle or dismantle Fells, realizing Fells couldn't pick up speed, easily surpassing him.

Thus!

Fowler simply abandoned the tackle, releasing all his speed to surpass Fells, pursuing Higgins.

Fells: ...

Fowler was sprinting at full speed because he spotted a figure, Watson.

As the quarterback, Watson's position was the furthest back, becoming the team's last line of defense in the event of an interception. Despite the Houston Texans defenders sprinting back, Watson was closest to Higgins, and couldn't afford to stand by.

Stomp stomp stomp, stomp stomp stomp.

Watson ran furiously, releasing all his speed and strength, making a diagonal cut, attempting to intercept Higgins.

Ah, ah ah ah!

A roar of energy erupted from Watson's dantian, eyes burning red, sprinting with abandon, hoping to salvage the humiliating situation.

Closer. Closer still.

Watching as Higgins was within reach, yet surprisingly, a red tornado forcefully crashed from behind in an unstoppable roar, aiming directly at Watson with a stormy, menacing approach of mutual destruction.

Kill intent!

Watson felt a surge of kill intent approaching, catching a glimpse in his peripheral vision, unable to react as the blazing heat wave engulfed him.

Danger!