Dominate the Super Bowl

Against Riley, skill triumphed.

Against Beckwith, leverage prevailed.

Against Adams, a head-on clash.

Three challenges in a row, three methods, three strategies, from changing directions to speed and then to strength, Li Wei entered a state of total focus, displaying all of his ace abilities. In the end, he collided with Adams fiercely, with no fancy footwork, no tricks, and no cover—just a straight confrontation to decide the winner.

Crash into a wall!

Stomp the ground!

Exert strength!

Even if a mountain like the Taihang Mountains stood before him, Li Wei wouldn't flinch. The raging energy within his Dantian surged into his legs, erupting in full force.

Ah!

One step.

Ah!

Two steps.

Ah Ah Ah!

Unbelievably, Adams held on tightly to Li Wei, refusing to let go. But with Li Wei pushing against Adams—an attempt akin to a Guinness World Record strongman pushing a truck forward, friction between his soles and the ground flung up layers of turf, with billowing gun smoke rising from his heels as he continued to advance.

Adams still didn't release his grip, the entire world shaking violently around them. In the chaos, his footing went out of control, retreating helplessly like a rootless duckweed, unable to grab hold for support or exert full strength. In the tumbling mess, Adams firmly grabbed Li Wei's waist and forced himself to exert strength.

—Lean back, exert strength.

Adams attempted a complex judo throw, using his waist and abdominal strength to forcefully arch back, clasping Li Wei in a move that would result in an over-the-shoulder throw.

Hmph.

A muffled grunt.

Adams' power wasn't fully unleashed. Instead, Li Wei managed to perform a Thousand Pounds Drop, appearing to be pried off balance but then settling back down. The direct collision of strength broke the equilibrium, and both men lost their footing, tumbling to the ground.

Li Wei realized this, continuously stamping the ground, constantly pushing, both he and Adams collapsing forward with a thunderous fall.

Boom!

A wave of air billowed, exploding into a mushroom cloud.

The stadium fell silent.

Even the fans at Tiger Stadium were stunned, their voices stuck in their throats by the unreserved clash they had witnessed.

Then—

A figure stood up, fists clenched, face flushed, veins bulging, roaring like a bloodied god of war, an explosive thunderclap ringing out on the plain.

It was Li Wei.

"Ah! Ah Ah Ah!"

Roar.

Powerful, domineering, piercing—a murderous aura burst forth, igniting the entire stadium.

Li Wei didn't dodge or bow his head, slightly lifting his chin, his gaze resolutely sweeping across the crowd, accepting the challenge:

Let this storm come even more fiercely.

Third Gear, six yards—conversion successful.

More than six yards. With his own might, Li Wei pushed forward a full eight yards, like a siege engine, carving two disheveled white lines on the field.

Behind him, a river of blood, bodies strewn everywhere.

Even though the Tigers still deployed three men to mark him, specifically targeting Li Wei, he still carved a bloody path, literally fighting his way through, flinging Riley aside, overturning Beckwith, and confronting Adams, with unparalleled performance completing the Third Gear conversion, sounding the counterattack horn of the Crimson Tide Storm.

That fierce momentum unbelievably suppressed Tiger Stadium.

Next second.

"Charge! Tigers!"

Tiger Stadium erupted with the ferocity of a sudden storm, as a hundred thousand people stood in opposition to Li Wei, unleashing a tidal wave of intimidation, eager to engulf the solitary figure on the field.

"Go, Tigers!"

The air pulsated with a thunderous roar as the rivalry escalated to unprecedented heights.

Riley turned to Beckwith and Adams, his gaze wavering slightly, but Adams glared back at Riley fiercely, reigniting their fighting spirit.

They could not show weakness.

"Three against one" was already embarrassing enough, and now Li Wei had broken through for a third gear conversion. They couldn't back down any further, absolutely not.

Otherwise, they would become a laughingstock after the game, being unable to suppress Li Wei even with a three-to-one advantage; what's more, their draft prospects could also be cast in a shadow.

They couldn't show weakness, they couldn't retreat, and they certainly couldn't be afraid.

"Wake up. We have three people here," Adams barked at Riley and Beckwith, and the morale that had been suppressed was lit once again.

The game continued.

Despite the difficulties, Crimson Tide Storm finally got the first down again, opening up the game for this round of offense, finally seeing a glimmer of hope amidst the adversity.

In the roaring of Li Wei, the Crimson Tide Storm offensive group regained some momentum. One by one, they came up to high-five Li Wei. There was no time for celebration, but at least they could pass on some tacit understanding.

"Good job, Li Wei!"

"Beautiful!"

"We can do it!"

One by two by three... even Robinson was no exception, shaking hands and bumping shoulders with Li Wei, celebrating with such gestures and awakening their passion.

Hertz, too, was visibly thrilled, unable to help but clench his fist and cheer.

Li Wei noticed Hertz and looked at his teammates, his gaze finally settling on Hertz.

"Hey, I know I'm outstanding, but we are a team. Don't forget, we win games as a team and face difficulties as a team."

"I do my part, and you all need to do yours."

"Now, their focus is further concentrated on me. Good, I'll be the bait, making their defensive group's layout seriously imbalanced."

"We should make the most of this opportunity."

Hertz noticed Li Wei's gaze turning entirely towards him and instinctively replied, "Fake run, real pass?"

Li Wei nodded in agreement, "We must open up our offense completely, so we can catch the opponent off guard." He also wanted to ease the pressure on the running game.

Li Wei was aware of his condition. The running just now had taken a heavy toll on his stamina and concentration. At his current level, two or three times weren't a problem, but any more than that, and the impact would significantly diminish, leaving Crimson Tide Storm's offense in trouble again. They needed to open up the game.

"But not now," Li Wei said, leaving his sentence unfinished, with a twist that drew all attention back to him.

"If we start using the fake run, real pass strategy right away, such a straightforward tactic could easily be exposed, and the opponent's defensive group isn't a bunch of fools."

"As it stands, we need to disrupt the opponent's predictions, create chaos, and avoid falling into their rhythm. Instead, we need to get into our rhythm."

"The key lies with you."

The focus shifted to Hertz, whose pupils shook violently with panic, "Me?"

Before Hertz could object, Li Wei swiftly continued.

"Yes, you."

"We need to figure out how to open the running game routes. Maybe we should try a fake run, real run."

"Pretend it's me running the ball, but actually, it's you."

——The real or fake Monkey King?

Hertz was taken aback. As a quarterback, he understood the play, "Wait, isn't that the Read Option Offense?"

No sooner had he spoken than Hertz realized Li Wei might not be familiar with the Read Option Offense, given his limited experience with football, and was about to explain.

However, Li Wei flashed a smile, "I know what the Read Option Offense is. That strategy that Mr. Watsons had us on the defensive end, running around like headless chickens during the warm-up match, right?"

When it came to learning, Li Wei had never feared anyone.

"In the first half of the game, we also tried the Read Option Offense, but it was mediocre, right? Here, we're not going for the Read Option."