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A wild wind howled, clouds swirling as though one could feel the entire space compressing and stirring, with gunpowder and flames blazing fiercely.

However, Li Wei thoroughly enjoyed this moment.

Exhilaration, jubilation.

Calm, rational.

His steps, not hastily initiated, instead deliberately paused for a moment, which to others appeared foolhardy but bought Li Wei the advantage of timing and adjustment.

Watching as the Defensive End lost his chance for a second adjustment because he had already committed his weight, Li Wei then started.

Directly ahead, he moved forward.

Using stillness to control motion.

Just as a collision seemed imminent, Li Wei's nimble steps danced like a tango on the edge of a blade, deftly dodging the large figure of the Defensive End with a slight feint, his delicate and agile movements allowing him to slip past from his left side, the opponent's right.

Brushing past.

In the air, one could even feel the spark of friction from the sleeve of the jersey.

And then, Li Wei vanished—

Defensive End Trey Flowers, number 98, was ready to close the net but found his arms empty, nothing within his grasp, not even a lingering afterimage.

What happened?

Flowers had tightly marked the rookie, his focus unbroken, his reactions timely—how could the cooked duck have flown away?

However, before he could continue thinking, the inertia of his forward motion felt the pull of gravity, and Flowers suddenly lost his balance, the green turf rushing towards his pupils like waves.

Slow is fast.

This, is Li Wei.

Cool enough, alert enough, and sufficiently dangerous, but just right.

Li Wei, skating on the edge of danger, avoided the first threat, and though the view in front of him opened up, it wasn't smooth sailing ahead, but rather two swiftly moving figures.

One was a Cornerback, moving laterally, trying to cross the field to block Kelsey, only to realize: hey, wait, why is the football here?

Another was a lineman, whose task was to calmly observe and pick the right moment, and who hadn't been fooled by Smith's feint, maintaining high focus.

Here, one could see the intensity of professional play.

Kelsey had become a decoy through feints and misdirection, clearing out the Kansas City Chiefs' left side of the field, yet the Defensive group's tactical reading and nimble secondary response hadn't completely lost track of positions. Enjoy exclusive adventures from empire

Not just one, but two players, jointly blocked Li Wei's path.

In the distance, a Safety was also closing in, tightening the encirclement.

At this moment, some might say that Li Wei's decision to not start immediately but to pause had lost him the advantage and led to this predicament.

But Li Wei had a different view.

Li Wei was not panicked.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

His senses alert, he hadn't missed the movement of these two figures; he had already planned his next move after dodging Flowers.

A true chess master thinks three moves ahead.

With no hesitation nor pause, Li Wei's steps flowed effortlessly as he charged straight towards Cornerback Malcolm Butler.

Butler's reaction: Heh.

In the 2014 season, during the Super Bowl finale, the New England Patriots versus the Seattle Seahawks, the game had entered the final seconds, New England Patriots leading "28:24", but the Seahawks were within striking distance in the Red Zone, just two yards from the End Zone, needing only a touchdown to clinch the title.

At that moment, everyone thought the Seahawks would choose running back Marshawn Lynch to carry the ball, yet unexpectedly, Coach Pete Carroll chose quarterback Russell Wilson to pass, resulting in an interception that extinguished the Seahawks' hope for a comeback victory.

The interceptor, was none other than the very Butler before him.

In the 2014 draft, Butler wasn't even noticed by the teams and became an undrafted rookie. Yet, in his rookie season, he became a champion hero for the New England Patriots. That's how thrilling competitive sports can be.

Actually, Butler wasn't a powerful cornerback. In his career, he was only selected once for the All-American second team last season, not exactly top-tier. But his big heart is undeniable, craving both confrontation and the spotlight.

Now, looking at Li Wei, Butler knew:

The opportunity had arrived.

In Butler's view, Li Wei was just a little chick, easy to grab, not because of his size, but because of his experience. What else could a rookie like Li Wei be, if not a little chick?

Butler belonged to that category of players who scorned draft positions the most and looked down upon them, just look at Brady, look at himself, this was the ironclad proof.

He was most eager to match up against these so-called favored sons, enjoying the sight of their frustration as they repeatedly hit a wall.

Watching Li Wei's start, Butler could tell by his knee movement what Li Wei's strategy was —

Lineman there, prepared; but here, it was a surprise collision.

Add to that, cornerbacks usually match up against wide receivers, and do not have an advantage against running backs, Butler was physically a whole size smaller than Li Wei:

5.9 feet (180 cm), 190 pounds (86 kg).

Considering various factors, choosing Butler's side for a breakthrough was just too easy for Li Wei.

But, Butler was about to teach this rookie what the old saying means...

Uh.

His thoughts were severed.

Butler just felt a heaviness in his chest, a powerful impact striking hard against it. He was prepared to use his height advantage to lower his center of gravity and tackle Li Wei below the waist, but Li Wei had unexpectedly bent his knees first and hit him with a shoulder to the front.

Butler, while moving sideways, reacted a tad slow, and that tiny lapse had already given Li Wei the upper hand.

He was stunned.

Butler thought he could hear the sound of rationality snapping in his mind.

Time briefly stopped, and Butler could even see the expression inside Li Wei's helmet, focused and concentrated, completely disregarding Butler's presence as if he were just a sponge pad. Li Wei's steps were already preparing for the next move.

Sponge pad?

Sponge pad???

Then, time resumed, and pain and pressure burst forth like a flood. Butler was thrown into the air.

Heck!

During the 2014 Super Bowl, Michaels and Collinsworth were the commentators who had witnessed Butler's intercepting game-winner live. Now, they were witnessing Butler "flying towards Boston," speechless and dumbfounded, unable to believe their eyes.

— From down below, colliding upward, as if by a Meteor Fist.

Li Wei, with his large and strong physique, displayed incredible flexibility and agility as he brushed past Butler. Without pausing, he used the momentum to sprint towards the left sideline, trying to regain his balance and speed up again.

"God, oh, God!"

"New England's number ninety-two, Harrison, had quickly caught up, striking first in an attempt to push Li Wei out of bounds. But Li Wei managed to maintain his balance and continued sprinting along the sideline unbelievably."

"Five yards!"

"Wow!"

"Another five yards!"

"God, Safety Chung finally ended Li Wei's unbelievable performance by hitting him out before Li Wei could regain his balance and continue moving forward."

"Incredible, fifteen yards!"

"Li Wei just advanced a whole fifteen yards, continuously pushing forward even though he had nearly lost his balance, showing unparalleled resilience. Could this be… turning decay into a miracle?"

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