Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 892: Give an inch and they’ll take a mile

Chapter 892: Give an inch and they’ll take a mile

“Li Wei! Li Wei! Li Wei!”

The entire stadium united in one voice, chanting in unison.

At this very moment, the Mercedes-Benz Dome had indeed transformed into the Kansas City Chiefs’ home turf—a unique, unparalleled fortress.

Unconsciously, Donald lifted his head and scanned the surroundings, only to discover that the majority of the audience in the stands had their eyes fixed on Li Wei. The fervor and excitement flashing in their eyes wove into waves of heat surging like a storm, engulfing the venue.

Donald was no exception.

Following the audience’s gaze, Donald quietly observed Li Wei, his mouth filled with bitterness.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the truth was that Li Wei had indeed performed outstandingly today, delivering his most brilliant and exceptional game of the season. His resilience, toughness, and burning passion never waned—his desire and belief in the battle even outweighed the significance of a championship trophy.

From running plays to catching passes, to his role as the tactical hub and spiritual leader, Li Wei’s performance was faultless.

It wasn’t that the Los Angeles Rams Defense didn’t put in effort, nor that Donald failed to mount a resistance, but each time they rose, Li Wei seized the moment to retaliate again and again, applying multiplied pressure and impact until it exceeded the Rams’ capacity to endure.

This wasn’t the first time, but Donald became acutely aware once again that there were still many lessons to learn on his path to growth.

But now was not the time—

The Super Bowl isn’t over yet, right?

Donald wasn’t ready to give up, nor was he prepared to surrender. Whether winning or losing, he would fight honorably until the last second.

“The tide is quietly shifting.”

“The Rams have recalibrated after halftime. McVay made adjustments, and Los Angeles is rising once again—and it’s working. You can clearly see that the Rams are still fervently battling.”

“We must acknowledge that over the last few defensive plays, Donald’s individual performance has remained top-notch, entirely dominating his opposition.”

“However, tonight the Rams face the Kansas City Chiefs—the ‘Playoff Chiefs.'”

“More specifically, they are up against Li Wei’s team.”

“So, when the Rams attempt to get back on track and counterattack, the Chiefs find cracks amidst the storm and retaliate with an even tougher and more ruthless approach. Once again, they suppress the Rams’ rebound and regain control of the game.”

“Wow, what else can we say except breathtaking?”

“’16:0.’ Next, the Chiefs intend to kick for the extra point to widen their lead further.”

“Of course, challenges aside, this game isn’t entirely decided yet—the Rams are only three possessions behind. Anything is possible.”

“Wait.”

“The Chiefs opt for a two-point conversion.”

“This…is a choice.”

“Though an extra one-point or two-point attempt makes no difference right now—even with a successful two-point conversion, it’s still a three-possession gap—Reed still chooses the two-point attempt.”

“It can be seen as a tactical gamble, with Reed trying to push the pressure further, completely shattering the Rams Defense’s confidence. On the Rams’ side, however, this may be perceived as a provocation.”

Outrageous!

Johnson’s eyes burned with rage as he bit his lower lip so hard it almost bled.

Looking up, Ndamukong had an amused, detached expression, while Peters seemed indifferent, as though he’d seen it all before. Littleton, on the other hand, appeared absent-minded.

And Donald?

Donald held his breath as well, but he had never been good at rallying his teammates with words. Instead, he simply took a deep breath.

“Line up!”

The Chiefs wanted to ride their momentum and use the two-point conversion to further demoralize the Rams, at least making the Rams Offense coming up next feel discouraged. But first, they’d have to deal with Donald’s agreement—or lack thereof.

The Rams Defensive line possessed top-tier players like Donald and Ndamukong, coupled with the linebackers and cornerbacks’ ability to man-mark—the two-point conversion was now a battle on the two-yard line, and the Rams clearly had the capability to defend it.

This season, the Rams only faced two two-point conversion attempts, both of which they successfully defended, outright denying their opponents.

This was their competence.

And now, the Chiefs had just embarrassed them with a long touchdown pass—and followed up with a two-point conversion in an attempt to further crush their morale?

Unacceptable!

The Rams Defense fired up immediately, swiftly completing their lineup.

In football, the battle on the one-yard line is hailed as the simplest yet most challenging confrontation—the difficulty level of a two-point conversion speaks for itself.

However, the Chiefs Offense remained undeterred.

Assembly, alignment, snap.

Everything was executed seamlessly, Mahomes’ voice echoing across the field.

With both Li Wei and Kelsey as the Chiefs’ dual juggernauts, their short-distance offensive strategies often revolved around these two focal points. In the blink of an eye, the Rams Defense adapted accordingly to block these threats.

Over there, three defenders surrounded Kelsey.

Over here, Ndamukong and Donald targeted Li Wei, launching a frontal breakthrough.

Clash—stalemate.

Evidently, the Chiefs recognized the difficulty of the two-point conversion, as their offensive line compressed toward the middle like an accordion, attempting to block the Defense purely by stacking bodies.

But they were facing the Rams Defensive line’s trio.

Donald already saw it—Mahomes was turning to hand the football to Li Wei.

No feint, the football genuinely landed in Li Wei’s grasp.

Clash—stalemate.

Donald stepped forward without hesitation, while Littleton followed suit.

The linebacker’s involvement became the final straw to break the equilibrium—the Chiefs’ pocket crumbled once again, and Donald and Ndamukong surged forward like unleashed floods, their muscle mass cascading over the proverbial dam.

Donald locked eyes with Li Wei, gritted his teeth hard, and unleashed his full strength.

Once, twice, thrice—exploding with power continuously, Donald remained true to himself, displaying sheer strength, speed, and an unstoppable force.

Sure enough, Donald saw the football cradled in Li Wei’s arms—this wasn’t a fake run for a pass; this was undoubtedly a ground play.

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Yet, Li Wei hadn’t anticipated how quickly the pocket collapsed. Before he could reposition his feet, Donald emerged.

Donald honed in on Li Wei—

Stride, sprint; stride, sprint.

Then came the moment he finally noticed something amiss.

Li Wei hadn’t fled the pocket; instead, he was retreating. That posture unmistakably signaled…

A pass?

The thought had just flashed through Donald’s mind when he saw Li Wei’s arm swing. While retreating, Li Wei executed a precise throw using his forearm and wrist.

The football cut through the air.

It arced over Donald’s head, over Ndamukong and Littleton’s heads.

Donald stared in shock as, for the second time in a row, he helplessly watched the football soar overhead. Only as it nearly collided with Li Wei did he finally trace its flight path.

This time, Li Wei had made no feint.

The football indeed flew toward the left—a mere five-yard short pass—but its aim was clear: evade Donald’s blitz and create breathing room.

The target of the pass was unmistakably—

Mahomes.

This was…”Chiefs Special!”