Dominate the Super Bowl

"Li Wei!"

This sudden turn of events caught everyone off guard; Mahomes only had time to call out before he was beaten to the punch by Bailey.

"Shit," Childres couldn't hold back and blurted out the curse, "Grab them, for God's sake, what are you doing standing there, grab that guy!"

Everything happened in the blink of an eye; someone's anger flared up uncontrollably, and everyone else was a step behind, unable to catch up with Bailey.

Perhaps, Li Wei was the only exception.

Facing Bailey directly, Li Wei immediately noticed Bailey's embarrassed and angry expression, his face drenched in sweat, dark and dirty, showing fatigue and rage. In an instant, it seemed as if one could hear the sound of reason snapping, and his clumsy, slow movements suddenly became agile.

Let him pass?

No, Li Wei did not dodge or give way.

Not only did he not, but he also confronted him head-on.

Li Wei finally showcased his explosive burst of speed, advancing a step and even charging forward before Bailey could react. As Bailey clenched his fists, Li Wei's hands rose in a firm blocking posture, stopping Bailey's arms and fists with his own, initiating a head-on clash of strength.

"Strength VS Strength."

Now it was Bailey who started to panic, subconsciously loosening his fists and bracing against Li Wei's shoulders, with both men locked in a stalemate.

Logically, Li Wei should not have been able to stand up to Bailey; even with dedicated off-season training, the gap could not be bridged.

Standing in front of Bailey, Li Wei seemed diminished, smaller by comparison, with Bailey's bulky flesh outweighing him by a third.

But why, in the "Bible," could David defeat Goliath? Why could Greece unexpectedly clinch the championship in the 2004 European Championship?

Because in sports, as in many other things, matters are not absolute but relative.

Bailey's anger, his impulsive behavior, his anxiety, his lack of preparation—everything was upending the standoff between the two.

Clearly, Bailey's center of gravity wasn't stable, preventing him from using his full strength.

However!

Even so, Bailey still demonstrated the experience of a professional veteran, relying on his physical talent to resist, astonishingly holding his ground against Li Wei's first assault. It seemed he was about to steady himself and muster his strength, preparing to turn the tables as the two exchanged blows in a brief deadlock.

Ergh, ugh, ugh.

Force and force, body against body, unfolded in a direct confrontation.

At that moment!

Li Wei felt the waves of Bailey's overwhelming strength crashing back at him, the impact rebounding and the slight advantage he had gained fast slipping away.

Holding his breath, locked in a stalemate, then... exerting force.

Ughaaa.

A surge of power erupted from the depths of his Dantian, and before Bailey could fully stabilize himself, Li Wei released all his energy without reservation, once again upsetting the balance.

A push, a fling.

It was over in a flash—Bailey froze, disbelief filled his widened eyes. Gone were the sleepiness and fatigue, replaced by shock and astonishment. He could hardly believe that his balance was tipped again, but before he could react, he was overwhelmed by force.

A pry.

Bailey was thrown into the air like a plastic bag.

The heart, along with the center of gravity, soared free from the pull of gravity, and Bailey could hardly believe he was floating mid-air.

But before he could fully savor the sensation, gravity returned like a tide, and the next second, he rolled away like a bowling ball, knocking down everything in his path.

Around the Defensive group, chaos reigned.

Meanwhile, Li Wei himself was flung out, the full release of his force unsettling his center of gravity, truly experiencing what it felt like to be an ant shaking a tree. The next second, he was pulled by the reactive force flying outward, struggling to control his footsteps and regain his balance amidst the pull of inertia and centrifugal force.

Splash.

Mahomes, Kelsey, and others became cushions, catching Li Wei, allowing him to stagger and eventually stand steady on the sponge mat, finally regaining control of his body.

The whole venue was stunned.

No one had anticipated Bailey's loss of control, and even less that Li Wei would subdue the scene like a strongman, to the point where Childres and his group, who were ready to step forwards and break up the fight, froze in place. They ended up caught in the crossfire as the defensive group's bowling pins clattered down.

What, what just happened?

First, Li Wei gave Bailey a judo throw, and then flung him?

Childres: ???

The brain, somewhat unable to keep up with the pace.

Amidst the confusion and agitation, a shockwave swept across the crowd, causing Childres to swallow his saliva involuntarily, doubting his eyes. What had he just seen?

Li Wei steadied himself with the help of his offensive group friends, gave Mahomes and the others a look that he was okay, and returned to the ring—

His footsteps a bit unsteady.

At this moment, Li Wei's exhaustion was apparent, his knees quivering slightly, his steps uneven. But still, Li Wei stood up straight, managing to control himself.

Continuing to walk in Bailey's direction.

Childres was somewhat anxious. What was Li Wei trying to do? Was it to seek revenge? Or to mock Bailey? Or perhaps continue provoking Bailey?

Before Childres could say anything, Li Wei had already arrived in front of Bailey and extended his right hand.

Childres froze again.

Bailey felt as if the world was spinning, now finally understanding what seeing stars meant. In his dizzy haze, he saw a flash of golden sunlight.

Slightly dazzling.

Through the blurry halo, the contours of that face gradually emerged, and then Bailey saw that hand and that smile.

Bailey was taken aback, and for a moment, he didn't know how to respond.

Then.

Bailey saw Li Wei's corners of the mouth lifted, showing a confident smile, "Sorry for throwing you so hard. However, you're welcome to throw it back anytime during the training camp. I promise to give my all every time to make sure I'm not the one being thrown."

It wasn't arrogance, nor condescension. Behind the teasing and jesting, what hid was an openness, a generosity to face healthy competition, an openness to eagerly accept any challenge. The youth's vitality and breadth of character, the exuberance and passion of youth were fully displayed in that moment.

It was clear who stood taller.

Suddenly, Bailey became shy and awkward, quickly realizing how poorly he had just behaved, like a mirror reflecting his own ugliness and embarrassment.

There was nowhere to hide.

Childres couldn't believe his eyes, even more surprised than when he saw Li Wei throw Bailey earlier. He had never seen such... magnanimity in a rookie.

So, what about Bailey?

Bailey exhaled deeply and "smack" grabbed hold of Li Wei's right hand, using Li Wei's strength to attempt to stand up. But as soon as his butt left the ground, Li Wei released his hand, causing Bailey to feel the absurdity of his center of gravity falling again, his heart skipping a beat.

Huh.

A collective gasp from the surroundings.

It was just for a moment. Li Wei grabbed his hand again and with another firm pull, hauled the bewildered Bailey back to his feet. Watching Bailey's utterly baffled expression, Li Wei shrugged lightly, his face beaming with a smile.

"Oops, slippery hands. Sorry about that."