Dominate the Super Bowl

Henry had always been confident, never doubting himself, not even during the time he had obediently remained a substitute in his first two seasons in the League, not for a single moment, almost to the point of being dismissive of others.

But now.

Henry saw Li Wei, a rookie who had switched from other sports and became the flagbearer of Crimson Tide Storm, and did not stop advancing, quickly growing into a pillar of an NFL team.

So, was he envious?

A little bit.

What about jealous?

No, not at all.

Because Henry still believed in himself.

He believed that he could also achieve it, believed he could shine in the league and claim his space, believed he could make the opponents' defensive group tremble at the mention of his name.

He didn't need to feel jealous or resentful; he just needed to focus on himself.

He held his head high and strutted confidently.

In the surging crowd, Henry walked toward Li Wei.

In the past, Li Wei always hurried off the field because he was bad at remembering names. Whenever someone approached to shake hands in admiration, he had to force an awkward but polite smile, trying not to let the others realize the question mark in his head—

Who is he?

Today, Li Wei did not.

After all the Kansas City Chiefs players swarmed onto the field to celebrate their victory, Li Wei searched for Henry among the bustling crowd.

"Derrick Henry."

From the very first day Coach Burns "coaxed" Li Wei onto the football field, that had been an exalted name, not just hard to surpass, but even hard to approach. His presence was a benchmark, a symbol, and the target all running backs strived to catch up with.

This was also the first football player's name that Li Wei truly remembered.

Not Manning, not Brady, nor those who had retired and entered the Hall of Fame with their brilliant accolades, but Henry, who had just entered the league at the time.

Today, finally!

Li Wei could finally get a closer look at this person who always lived in the coach's words.

—Here he comes.

From a distance, even across some space, Henry's imposing aura was palpable, making his way through the bustling crowd of Kansas City Chieftains and Tennessee Titans like a ship cutting through waves.

6.3 feet (191 cm).

247 pounds (112 kg).

Both taller and heavier than Li Wei, but when up close, it wasn't apparent; Henry appeared reserved and muscular.

Not a trace of excess fat.

Although he wore a smile that seemed friendly and harmless, he radiated an unstoppable aura from within—

Like a sharp blade.

No wonder in NCAA matches, opponents would quake at the sight of Henry.

Yet, Li Wei was unsure whether it was because of this game's loss, or because Henry in these two years with the Tennessee Titans had honed his edge, but the Henry standing before him still appeared… reserved compared with the prodigy of rumors.

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In youth, he flaunted his talents and basked in glory; but only when one learns to keep his edge while waiting for the right moment, does he truly become a master.

When strong meet on a narrow path, the brave prevails; when the brave meet, the wise wins.

Finally, Henry stopped in front of Li Wei, keeping a distance of about two steps.

While Li Wei was sizing up Henry, Henry was likewise assessing Li Wei.

In other words, while Li Wei had heard various rumors about Henry, Henry had also heard all about Li Wei's exploits. The two Crimson Tide Storm legends, both having won the Heisman Trophy within the past two years, were finally facing each other.

Softly, quietly, the other players around began to notice the stir here, one by one turning their gaze, and the crowd of onlookers grew.

Rarely, Hill was a bit worried and patted Kelsey on the shoulder, "Do we need to go over and support the rookie?"

Kelsey looked over and couldn't help but laugh, "Did you forget? They graduated from the same university. There's probably a rivalry between them, too."

Hill rolled his eyes and gave Kelsey a speechless glance, "No kidding, that's why I'm asking if we should go over and support him. What if the sophomore bullies the rookie?"

Houston chuckled on the side, "It's always the rookie who bullies others; when has it ever been the other way around? Have you forgotten what sport he comes from?"

After speaking, Houston silently clenched his fists.

Then, countless glances quietly shifted towards Orakpo.

Orakpo: ???

Not just at Arrowhead Stadium.

At this very moment, the players of the Crimson Tide Storm paused their cheering in front of the TV in Atlanta, all tilting their heads to look at the broadcast showing Henry and Li Wei.

Clearly, ESPN had also noticed the sparks.

Usually, at the end of the playoffs, the head coaches and quarterbacks of both teams are the absolute stars under scrutiny, with the cameras following their final handshakes and hugs.

Today was no exception.

But upon seeing the handshakes and hugs between Mariota and Smith, Reed and Mulkai being uninteresting, lacking in topicality and chemistry, merely procedural, the live director caught the key point before the audience could reach for the remote—

Traffic!

In the VIP box, Goodell saw the live feed quickly switch and nodded slightly, acknowledging that the ESPN director really knew his stuff.

Henry paused, "You, are very young."

Young?

What an adjective.

In line with the manners of the East, Li Wei politely nodded, "You... are very clean."

Henry was startled, clearly not anticipating Li Wei's response, his facial expression uncontrollable for a moment as he even looked down to check his state:

Clean? Are you sure?

But Henry got the message, not pretending anymore, and extended his right hand, "A thrilling match, truly very thrilling."

Li Wei firmly grasped Henry's right hand, "A thrilling game requires two evenly matched opponents, and the team that performed better won the game."

Neither humble nor arrogant!

Despite winning, Li Wei was not proud, did not gloat, and did not boast, which only earned more admiration from Henry.

Now, he finally understood why Coach Burns always recommended that he watch Li Wei's games.

A handshake.

Henry applied strength from his right hand.

However, Li Wei, unyieldingly, exerted an equal force back.

Henry was surprised, as strength had never been Li Wei's forte; seeing his improvement, Henry had even less reason to stay stagnant.

The encounter was just a brief collision.

Henry didn't continue to exert strength, his tense shoulder muscles relaxing.

Henry was about to speak when Li Wei unexpectedly took the initiative, "Strong! Really strong! Coach Burns was right; you haven't yet tapped into your full potential. If you had persisted a bit longer, I would have been embarrassed."

Henry was taken aback.

Henry had not anticipated such honest words from Li Wei, failing to keep his expression controlled and outright laughing.

Li Wei continued, "So, I will keep striving."

The smile stayed on Henry's lips, nearly choking on his own saliva, but seeing Li Wei's forthright gaze, he too straightened up, composing his smile, and looked into Li Wei's eyes seriously.

"Now, you deserve to be the flag bearer of Crimson Tide Storm."

"But don't be complacent. I haven't given up. I am ready and looking forward to our next encounter."