Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 686 - : Nezha Conquers the Dragon King

Chapter 686: Nezha Conquers the Dragon King

Wait, where’s Li Wei?

Wait, where’s Kelsey?

No, where are Hill and Hunter?

The Kansas City Chiefs dazzled with their routes, fully demonstrating the proper way to deploy the Shotgun Formation, scattering five receiving points like stars strewn across the sky, leaving the Baltimore Ravens’ seven secondary defenders suddenly shorthanded and scrambling.

Although five defensive players each took responsibility for their mark, a small issue now arose.

On one hand, the two players responsible for the area zone defense failed to agree, one stayed in the short pass area for zone coverage while the other kept retreating into the mid-pass area. But they were surrounded by dizzying red figures, their steps uncertain in the vast center of the field.

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On the other hand, the players on man coverage were being led by the nose, whether following Hill into the deep field or returning with Hunter and Watkins to the mid-pass area. They were like headless flies crashing about in the unpredictable running paths.

So, now, who’s where?

Meanwhile, inside the pocket, the scene was one of tranquil serenity.

The Kansas City Chiefs, seemingly unintentionally, had the offensive line retreat a step, forming a pocket around Mahomes at its center, steadfast as the last line of defense, effectively blocking the Baltimore Ravens’ four-man rush.

Mahomes was free.

Like in a safe harbor, he observed with ease and calm, initiating a secondary defensive read, and despite the chaos before him, he methodically unraveled the puzzles.

Retreat, move, adjust.

Mahomes gained ample and stable time, scanning the entire field —

Observe, decide, act.

Of course, this was no easy task as the red figures were encircled by black, the black figures having the advantage in numbers, disrupting the red’s coordinated positioning amidst a blend of light and shadow, making it nearly impossible to find any gaps.

This was the predicament in which Jackson had collapsed.

So, what about Mahomes?

With a piercing gaze, he scanned the field, accurately catching a gap amid the crisscross of dense chessboard-like patterns, and quickly made his move.

Pass.

Not a parabola, but a straight line, an almost linear bullet pass.

Power, speed, burst—all are unleashed as the wrist flicks swiftly, exploding the energy instantaneously, turning the Football into a streak of light breaking through.

The target of the pass is —

The short pass area’s Kelsey?

Kelsey, somehow having slipped into the central short pass area only seven or eight yards from the scrimmage line, relied on his size to withstand Saggs and overwhelm Humphrey, battling two defenders and even preparing to catch the ball.

A flurry of glances suddenly gathered on Kelsey.

However, it was not him.

Kelsey’s position was compromised; Saggs, watchful, had locked it down so that Kells couldn’t fully extend his arms, as if they were stuck.

Helplessly watching the Football pass just two steps in front of him, turning into a streak of lightning, continuing its flight forward.

Gasps!

Usually, a bullet pass, lacking a parabola and relying entirely on force for propulsion, aims for the short pass area; otherwise, if it keeps flying, the power would become unstable, and both the flight state and trajectory of the Football might have issues, increasing the likelihood of an incomplete pass.

That’s why Kelsey should have been the best target for the pass.

But the Football was still in flight.

So was this a miscommunication between Mahomes and Kelsey, or was Mahomes aiming for a different target all along?

The Football, cutting through the air —

Seven yards.

Ten yards.

Thirteen yards.

Ahead, clearly was…

Chaos.

Hunter, nearby; Watkins, nearby; Levi, also nearby.

Wait, why was Levi here?

After the kickoff, like his teammates, Levi started promptly, burying his head and sprinting forward. His running route was a diagonal, sprinting toward the right boundary.

Mosley, responsible for the man-to-man cover, closely followed suit. Passing by Humphrey, passing by Kelsey, passing by Watkins, several events unfolded in the short diagonal sprint of about seven yards. Numerous figures weaved through between Mosley and Levi. The path to Levi for Mosley seemed as lengthy as a Journey to the Bottom of the Sea.

Then.

A cutback, Levi re-entered the inside, charging toward the slot.

Mosley hadn’t even had the chance to meet with Levi when he had to change direction. Immediately, there was Kelsey, there was Watkins, and without even time to adjust, Hunter also returned, scattering across the middle zone’s central area—left, right, and center all covered, the sight filled with interwoven figures of red and black.

Mosley was about to step forward and stick to Levi when he saw Levi and Watkins complete a cross switch—

Watkins went outside. Levi cut inside.

The two players, using the slot as the divider, acted independently. At that moment, no one was near Watkins. Jefferson, who was supposed to cover him, seemed to have been shaken off, which made Mosley hesitate slightly.

If Watkins was unmarked, should he fill the gap, otherwise once Watkins caught the ball, a turnaround would lead him straight down an open field; but for Levi, crossing over the slot into the central zone, where it was densely packed with people, the threat level steeply diminished.

Mosley’s steps showed slight hesitation.

This hesitation was merely a millisecond’s pause. Ordinary spectators couldn’t notice it; but as the game changed in the blink of an eye, things were already different.

Without any hesitation, Levi continued forward, creating a one-and-a-half-step gap, a sidestep facing the pocket—

Opportunity.

Mahomes caught on, and the football, like a cannonball, shot out of its barrel.

Bang.

Straight, fast, powerful.

A fifteen-yard pass, Mahomes relying solely on the strength of his “Kirin Arm” to forcibly push the football out, completing the connection between him and Levi.

The football accurately burrowed into Levi’s embrace—

Catch, control.

Steps, retreating continually, seeking space to keep pushing forward, but in the next second, he could see shadows like hellish demons encircling around. Levi’s steps couldn’t adjust in time, without hesitation, without delay, he decisively went down.

Fifteen yards, secured.

“Beautiful!”

“A crisp and clean pass.”

“In Baltimore Ravens’ impervious second-line defense, Mahomes found a gap calmly and precisely, completing a powerful pass, and directly connecting with his running back, Levi, accurately and sharply tearing through an opening, quickly securing the first attack.”

“Clearly, the Kansas Chiefs Offense was well-prepared.”

Whether it was Mosley or Saggs, or even Wendell, all were just a step away, but all they could do was watch Levi making the catch, going down, and claiming the first down—effortless and direct, not even letting the defense touch a piece of his jersey.

So close, yet so far.

There was a bitter taste of being played, spreading on the tongue, watching the opponent freely take and give leisurely walks on their own turf, which made the faces of the three generals of the Baltimore Ravens Defense not too pleasant.

However, Levi stood up, barely even glancing at them, not even deigning to taunt, tossing the football to the referee, signaling the Kansas Chiefs Offense players to quickly line up—

Continue, continue.

The offense hadn’t ended yet. What was there to celebrate?

The defensive trio watched Levi’s retreating figure with livid faces, nearly biting through the tender flesh inside their mouths, the taste of blood spreading inside.

A whiff of blood.