Chapter 1375: Chapter 1374: Ambush on All Sides
Besieged from all sides, ambushed from all angles—
From left to right, like a fan, opened with Li Wei at the center.
Inside linebacker Cunningham, outside linebacker Brennan Scarlett, safety Gibson, safety Justin Reid, and cornerback Bradley Roby who is engaging with Kelsey from the right diagonal rear.
A lineup of stars.
Finally, forming a tight encirclement, sealing Li Wei tightly and impenetrably, akin to a heavenly net.
No escape.
The entire stadium holds its breath, hearts stop beating completely, the scene unfolding becomes a snapshot, frozen in time.
Thalia: In the direction of Kelsey and Roby’s confrontation, there’s an opening, about a three-yard gap, a quick turn could complete the escape.
However, being an observer and in action are two different things. Not to mention Li Wei has no eyes at the back of his head to see the opening behind, nor is there any room for adjustment in front, unable to steady his stance, someone crashes into him.
Li Wei has no time to observe positions, instinctively reacting, not dodging the hit but rather embracing it head-on, throwing himself into the trap, other defenders watch as Li Wei crashes into outside linebacker Scarlett’s arms, movements noticeably halted—
Avoiding interference with Scarlett, yet disrupting the tackle instead.
They all hold their positions firmly, ready to assist Scarlett in the defense whenever needed.
Li Wei dives into Scarlett’s tackle trap head-on, helmet aimed at Scarlett’s chest.
Once, again, and again!
In a flash of lightning, Li Wei stomps repeatedly, using Scarlett as a pillar to rely on, finding balance amid the clash of forces and counteractions.
Scarlett is gasping for breath, needing to exert all his might to control his center and balance, avoiding being directly overturned by Li Wei, hence, unable to exert force with his arms, seemingly completing the tackle but temporarily stuck in place, unable to move.
The next second, Li Wei uses Scarlett as a support column for a clockwise rotation, flinging Scarlett aside, attempting to escape, smoothly pushing Scarlett toward the direction of the two safeties, footsteps already in motion.
Yet, a figure appears beside Li Wei—
Inside linebacker Cunningham.
This player, selected by the Houston Texans in the 56th pick of the second round in 2017, has yet to secure a permanent starter position, and compared to the star power of Li Wei and Mahomes, almost akin to an invisible man.
Therefore, every time facing Li Wei, Cunningham focuses even more.
He’s curious whether this league superstar remembers him from those rookie training camp days.
One step forward, a leap, a scoop, Cunningham already has Li Wei.
Literally, grasped.
He traps Li Wei’s neck with his elbow, attempting to control him using wrestling techniques.
One step, two steps, Cunningham and Li Wei stumble forward in entanglement, Li Wei akin to a fish being toyed with on a cutting board by Cunningham.
“Zack! Zack! Zack! Take him down, pin him down!”
Cunningham seems to hear the cheers from Houston Texans fans echoing from Arrowhead Stadium, trying again to exert force for the tackle.
However, just at this moment, Li Wei stomps his legs, freeing himself slightly from gravity, leverages Cunningham as a force fulcrum, unbelievably completing a 360-degree aerial spin.
Bump!
Crash!
Torque!
Through waves of turbulence, Cunningham struggles to maintain complete control over the evolving forces, into the whirlwind the next second.
Cunningham barely has time to realize what’s happening, merely relying on instincts to hold onto Li Wei, lost in the moment of realization as Li Wei’s left hand grabs Cunningham’s right wrist, easily breaking free from Cunningham’s grasp. Amid the bumpiness and tumult, Li Wei’s shoulder presses against Cunningham’s shoulder, left foot steps forward, left hand pulls and guides, continuing forth like a mighty storm, unleashing destructive force.
Huh.
Cunningham chokes, mind blank, feeling light as he breaks free from gravity’s binds, the world spinning.
“Windmill!”
In the broadcast booth, Romo exclaims: I’ve seen this episode!
The entire stadium falls silent, not even a gasp sounds, minds buzzing in noise.
Li Wei completes a one-hand windmill with just his left hand, Cunningham rotates mid-air.
First, Li Wei spins airborne, followed by Cunningham’s aerial turn.
One horizontal spin, one vertical rotation, obliterating rationality within the stadium, viewers questioning their eyes before the television:
What have they witnessed?
Yet, Li Wei has no time for such wonder or astonishment, leaving them all behind, tiptoeing, stepping lively and elegantly forward.
In his sight, he sees multiple blurred images swaying, although there are only two safeties, Tashawn Gibson and Justin Reid, the pupils reflect six or even eight afterimages, merging into a white halo.
Do not trust the eyes.
Li Wei decides to close his eyes, shutting off vision, using touch and smell to sense the gales, actions of power initiation stirring layers of airflow in the brisk dry Kansas City afternoon weather.
Swaying, stumbling forth, Li Wei sidesteps, facing Reid, back to Gibson, toes touching ground, speed burst forth.
Finally, turning into a faint shadow.
Gibson steps up, Reid tackles, both launch, both exert offering—
Bam!
Hits the target.
Yet the next second, Gibson sees Reid, Reid sees Gibson, both witness the dispersing afterimage in each other’s eyes, the red hue slipping from the edge of their sight.
Reid unsteady, simply collapses; Gibson barely keeps breath, chasing after the red shadow, yet each step feels like being on cotton, unable to maintain balance. Eyeing the shadow leaving a long trail behind.
Shortly after, a white whirlwind passes by Cunningham, Gibson, and Reid, sprinting full throttle.
Ninety-nine back view, swaying in Gibson’s pupils.
Watt’s speed reaches its peak, Li Wei clearly unsteady hence not achieving peak speed, this gave Watt an opening.
However, chasing Li Wei remains challenging.
Twenty-yard line.
Fifteen-yard line.
In an instant, Watt holds his breath sprinting full throttle, catches up to Li Wei near the ten-yard line, ready to stomp down and trap Li Wei, but notices Li Wei already adjusting, a step realigns, speed instantaneously unleashed, widening gap beyond Watt’s control once more.
No time to hesitate, no time to think, Watt lunges forth turning himself into a missile, ready for mutual destruction.
But this time, Li Wei anticipated it, high raising legs consecutively, calves like springs, body propelled high to dodge Watt’s fatal blow amid crashing waves.
Though Watt’s hands still brush against Li Wei’s legs, they ultimately fail to complete control and collision, Li Wei’s steps chaotic, center swaying pushing forward, crosses the Five-Yard Line, lunging forward at the line akin to a hundred-meter sprint finish.
A forward roll, arms spread, the end zone akin to turquoise-green lake water, winds roaring by ears, freely landing into the surface.