Dominate the Super Bowl

Chaos!

The situation was a mess, with the game's dramatic highs and lows swinging from the first to the second half, and from Tennessee Titans' inconceivable rally to the ball-dropping controversy that shunted between heaven and hell; this wildcard game perfectly interpreted the essence of NFL playoffs—

Anything is possible.

As the game neared its end, the tension over the outcome swung back and forth, tormenting the fans of both the Kansas City Chiefs and the Tennessee Titans.

A nightmare, firmly casting its shadow over the heads of the Kansas City Chiefs.

A nightmare!

In the seventh week of the regular season, it was precisely such a turnaround by the Oakland Raiders that they had suffered away from home, with the offensive group not even getting a chance to take the field and fight.

Last year's playoffs against the Pittsburgh Steelers, the season before at home against the New England Patriots, and the season before that at Arrowhead Stadium.

The all too familiar scene had surfaced once again.

As if cursed.

So much so that the players and coaches of the Kansas City Chiefs couldn't help but doubt themselves:

Was this their fate? Were they unable to break free from these shackles? Were they doomed to keep running into the same wall over and over, trapped in a temporal loop, reliving the same fate?

Reed, didn't believe in fate—

He noticed, not just the players but the coaching staff's morale crumbling, initially believing that Henry's fumble and turnover had been reversed by the referee's call, swiftly crushing the coaches' last bit of spirit.

In fact, Reed had always been a coach who rarely indulged in emotional outbursts or shouting at the players from the sidelines; but now, he could no longer care less, he refused to bow down to fate.

With a stride, Reed stepped forward, preparing to shout to his players.

However, from the corner of his eye he saw a figure rushing out from among the offensive group players.

"We're on standby."

"Houston, we're on standby."

It was Li Wei.

The game was not over, the Tennessee Titans hoped to end the game with Mariota and Henry in control, refusing to let Smith and Li Wei enter the field again; but Li Wei didn't give up, they were still ready to take the field at any time.

Not just Li Wei.

Kelsey, Smith, Hill, even Hunter set aside the rookie rivalry, one by one they all came to the sideline, fists clenched, shouting out.

At that moment, the defensive group was not fighting alone.

In front of the TV, Berry tightly gripped the armrests of his chair.

"Please, old pal, focus, stay focused!"

The bustling gazes above Arrowhead Stadium twisted into a rope, firmly united, resolutely standing behind the defensive group—

We fight together.

We win together and lose together, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, fighting to the end.

The momentum completely bonded together, the Chiefs unleashed a do-or-die spirit. Stay connected through My Virtual Library Empire

Houston saw Li Wei.

He didn't say a word, he just turned his head to look at his defensive group teammates, drenched in sweat and flushed with exertion, clenched his fists, and let out a roar.

"Ahh!"

The lion, roared.

The defensive group players one by one also let out their roars.

"Ahh!"

Second down and twelve yards.

The charge began, the sprint was unstoppable, Houston released an incredible burst of energy, parting the thick fog, completely ignoring the Tennessee Titans' strategy—

A run play, how could it be possible!

Indeed, from all indications, the Tennessee Titans were expected to choose a run to consume time, there was no need to risk a pass; but Houston noticed Mariota's movements.

Titans needed a first down, they required another first down to ensure they kept the initiative firmly in their grasp, to consume all the remaining game time.

Especially considering Mulkai's wild behavior in the second half, opting for two-point conversions for the last two touchdowns, Mulkai would surely continue to take risks.

Therefore, Houston wasn't fooled.

Like a tiger descending the mountain, he grabbed Mariota instantly, completing the tackle.

Third down and seventeen yards.

The atmosphere grew increasingly tense, and the situation ever more strained as the Tennessee Titans saw victory within their grasp, only for the Kansas City Chiefs Defense to push them back, ushering in a moment of a real fight with bayonets drawn.

Then—

"…Henry!"

"Mariota has handed off the football to Henry, who has been outstanding in this second half!"

"It's no surprise!"

First, use the ground attack to wear down the clock.

Second, use the running game to move away from the dangerous edge of the Red Zone and secure a better punting position.

This strategy is an introductory 101 course in football.

In front of the Red Zone on third and long, teams often employ such tactics.

But this time, Mulkai took a risk again, like a gambler who couldn't stop betting big.

"Wait, wait!"

"Henry is breaking through! It looks like Henry is going to carry the ball to find an opening and convert on third and seventeen. The Tennessee Titans are not ready to punt. The Tennessee Titans are planning to use the Kansas City Chiefs' tactical relaxation to secure the first down and kill the game completely!"

"I dare say Mulkai must have watched the last drive of the regular season game between the Kansas City Chiefs and the Pittsburgh Steelers more than two hundred times."

"Henry!"

"Wow, Emperor Henry takes the stage again!"

"Henry is using his physical advantage to break through forcibly, Houston can't stop him, Houston who just made a sack clearly can't form a challenge!"

"Uh."

"Revis!"

"It's Revis!"

"And Houston! Houston and Revis work together to stop Henry."

"My God!"

Revis, a symbol of a smaller cornerback, generally has nothing to do with defending running backs, especially against a massive force like Henry, it was basically like trying to stop a car with your arms.

However!

Revis stepped up and stopped Henry.

Just as Henry was about to break away, Houston, who had been pushed back moments before, doggedly charged back in—

Surrender?

To hell with surrender!

Houston's mouth burst with a taste of blood, spinning at high speed like a top as he lost balance, and then with one push and a dive, he threw himself onto Henry's back, applying full pressure.

Front and back, left and right.

Houston and Revis, two top-tier players, joined forces to bring down Henry.

Henry, thunderously collapsed.

Struck out!

In the Old Oak Tavern, people shoulder to shoulder silently watched the screen, no shouts, no breathing, and even their hearts seemed to stop beating until the moment Houston, Revis, and Henry crashed to the ground together, when joy and happiness finally broke free.

Ah!

Screams, roars, cheers!

One by one, they exchanged looks of disbelief and shock in their eyes, utterly speechless, just erupting into cheers.

Struck out!

The Kansas City Chiefs Defense had done it, amid continuous surprises and chaos, they had forcibly snuffed out the Tennessee Titans' flame of ending the game early.

Ahhhhh!

Houston stood up, exchanging a look with Revis.

Neither spoke, given Revis had joined the team just over a month ago and wasn't that familiar, but at this moment, their eyes communicated perfect understanding.

Finally, they had achieved redemption in their own way.

Then, Revis watched as Houston picked up the football, ignoring his defensive teammates who were swarming in to celebrate, and strode towards the sideline. He casually tossed the football to Smith, who was standing not far away, but his gaze was on Li Wei.

"Now, it's up to you guys."