Dominate the Super Bowl

It was just a warm-up, yet it lasted a full two hours.

In the past at the NCAA, even though warming up was also very important, because training time was strictly scheduled, timing was extremely crucial, including the warm-up time; now, I finally experienced what NFL-level training was like, and the difference between professional and non-professional became instantly apparent.

Of course, this was the first training session of the spring training camp, so the situation was different; still, it felt different.

More exaggerated than the time was the intensity.

Everyone looked as if they had just been fished out of water, drenched in sweat, with no exceptions—truly feeling their bodies completely open up, with every nook and cranny warmed up; yet when you really think about it, this was just a warm-up, not even the official training, which still seemed somewhat amusing.

Childres stepped forward, waving his hands repeatedly.

"Gather around, everyone gather around."

Rubin didn't leave but returned to Reed's side; the two discussed the just-completed warm-up briefly, but both also looked towards Childres.

At this moment, one could distinguish between the rookies and the veterans.

Although the training intensity was beyond expectations, affecting everyone equally, the veterans, who had undergone at least a year or even longer of professional matches, appeared more stable and adapted better; while the rookies, just transitioned from college games to professional, were merely relying on youthful vigor to keep up, but their level of exhaustion was more severe.

Li Wei took a deep breath, straightened his back, and gathered towards Childres.

"Defensive group stand on the left. Offensive group stand on the right."

"Everyone stand according to your position on the field."

Mahomes was also gasping for air, staring at the small arena in front of him, his eyes filled with question marks—

The coaching staff's assistants brought over a pile of sponge mats, but rather than laying them in the central area, they placed them around the edges, more like a protective net, using the sponge mats at the periphery to encircle a square arena in the center.

Strangely, the image of a coliseum sprung to mind.

And now, they were all standing around the square field created with sponge mats, outside the boundary, divided into two sides by Childres:

Defensive group and offensive group.

Mahomes turned to Li Wei, too exhausted to speak with his usual vigor, "What are we preparing to do?"

Li Wei simply shrugged his shoulders; like him, everyone was a rookie here, everything was new, clearly, he and Mahomes were both completely baffled at the moment.

Li Wei turned to Kelsey, "A completely new training?"

Kelsey shook his head, "Bullfighting."

Bullfighting?

Li Wei understood basketball's version of bullfighting, a one-on-one challenge, but how should football's version of bullfighting be played, when not every position involves touching the football?

Without waiting for Kelsey to continue explaining, Childres had already dived into the topic, "Bullfighting, one-on-one, aside from the quarterback, everyone must practice."

"And more than once."

"So, who's ready, who's first to step up?"

No sooner had he spoken than a figure on the defensive side stood out from the crowd, raising his right hand high, volunteering, "Coach Childres, me."

Gazes rustled and gathered towards him—

A bulky figure slowly and clumsily made his way through the crowd, filling the pupils in an instant, the sheer size of his physique bearing down like a pressure wave.

A black bear.

6.3 feet (191 cm), 288 pounds (131 kg).

This was none other than Allen Bailey from the Kansas City Chiefs' defensive end, also a significant member among the massive fronts of the line.

In 2011, he was recruited by the Kansas City Chiefs in the third round, eight-sixth pick, and from that time, he has been a loyal member of the Chiefs Team, although his career has not been spectacular — no Pro Bowl, no All-America First Team or Second Team, and the stats also don't highly impress. However, it's worth mentioning:

Since the 2011 season, Bailey has been the starting Defensive End, continuing this role through six seasons.

Perhaps, Bailey isn't a superstar, but the fact that he's been able to start in NFL-level events continuously proves that he's no insignificant figure.

Last season, due to injuries, Bailey missed the last two months of the games and only recovered during the off-season. Looking at the current team lineup, he will still be the starting Defensive End for the Kansas City Chiefs next season.

Physique. Build. Experience.

All these are Bailey's advantages, the overwhelming presence making the Offensive group's players seem as fragile as matchsticks.

The Defensive group's players all cheer for Bailey, too excited by one or two, they all cheer him on, not knowing which unlucky soul from the Offensive group would have to battle this bear—probably no one except those mountains of flesh on the offensive line could stand before Bailey without seeming tiny.
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Bailey squinted his eyes, looking like he hadn't woken up yet.

"Li Wei?"

"Levi?"

"Anyway, this year's Top Scholar is coming out."

Roar.

Roar, roar.

Instantly, everyone starts jeering.

One can tell Bailey is up to no good—

He had just come back from injury, and being heavy and not very enduring, today's warm-up training had him sweating because the rookie Li Wei was overly excited, causing him to sweat along, feeling like he was burning up with sweat inside his helmet, almost like a heatstroke.

Moreover, without comparison, there's no harm done.

During the warm-up training, he was caught slacking off stealthily, resulting in him getting a severe scolding from the Defensive line coach, all thanks to that rookie.

Great, since the rookie wants to show off and increase the intensity, he would let the rookie experience what NFL-level intensity feels like, letting him continue to foolishly jump around.

Around him, the crowd jeers.

There isn't a small number of eyes that dislike the rookie's prancing, but not all feel the same; those who have no issues with the rookie are indifferent to the newcomer, instead, some are curious to see what these new recruits are really made of.

So, one after another, they start shouting.

Anyway, watching the excitement never becomes too big of a deal.

Alex Smith's face darkened, he disapproved of such provocation, he tried to restrain Bailey, but as a person who dislikes showing off, he hesitated, and in that moment, another voice came through, "Hey Allen, if you're so brave, you should pick someone your own size."

It's Kelsey.

Bailey didn't even lift his eyelids, disdainfully curling his lip, "No need to rush, you're next in line, just stand there."

Now it's 2017, professional teams no longer have the tradition of maliciously teaching rookies lessons, and the secrets in the locker room also seem to no longer be secrets; but since when did teaching the rookies a lesson in training need to be nitpicked?

Bailey didn't care about Kelsey, "If he can't handle it, then he might as well go back to college, I believe he can continue to dominate there."

Boom.

A burst of laughter.

Mahomes looked at Bailey with eyes full of concern, Bailey's height and weight were much greater than Li Wei's, he had an absolute advantage in strength and build, that's why boxing matches need weight classes, because the advantages of different levels are hard to overturn.

However, in football, there are no weight classes.

"Li Wei..." Mahomes had just managed to call out when Li Wei already stepped forward, leaving the circle of Offensive group players, appearing in the ring.