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Bang!
A collision, a surge.
Li Wei could feel a force from behind, like a shockwave from "Dragon Ball," slamming directly in front of him, propelling his body out of control forward.
Bumps, chaos.
Entirely on instinct, his body’s reflexes adjusted amidst the ferocious turmoil, taking consecutive short steps to stabilize and continue rushing forward to dissipate the tail force of the collision, teetering and staggering as he barely maintained his balance, like walking on a high-wire in a gale, moving forward on inertia.
Push off the ground.
Push off the ground!
Strength, sinking from the core, traveling down from the thighs to the calves before crashing into the ground, repeatedly pushing off like pedaling a bicycle, he surged forth.
One step, two steps, three, four, five steps.
Just as he seemed about to fall forward, just as he seemed about to tumble down, he clenched his teeth in the precarious predicament, tensing his body and maintaining his balance.
Footsteps, from unsteady to solid, and then, entering the acceleration phase.
Panting.
Lungs, burning, every breath like molten lava.
But.
He couldn’t relax, couldn’t feel relieved, the ambush of tight spots had only just begun to open a gap, and he was still surrounded on three sides.
In 1999, there was such a movie, "Bachelor."
In the movie, the male lead inherited a hundred million US Dollars on the condition that he married before his thirtieth birthday, which was only twenty-four hours away, so he issued a notice searching for a bride.
Then, the movie depicted a legendary scene where, as the male lead walked down the street, brides in wedding gowns emerged continuously from different corners, eventually forming a wave that surrounded him from all sides and chased him through the streets.
The movie, not so great.
But that scene became a classic.
The same was happening now.
Li Wei was that bachelor, and the burly men on the field were the "brides" ready to capture and take down Li Wei—
Coming at him like a tide.
Li Wei, with faltering steps, stumbled past the forty-yard line, then wobbled toward the fifty-yard line, as the overwhelming pressure surged toward him.
Just as Li Wei was about to break free, Jackson’s figure appeared right in front of him.
Jackson was very calm and decisive. He knew of Li Wei’s abilities and his cool-headedness, so he had to act first and decisively.
A rush, a dive.
Jackson charged forward, but as he was about to close in, he saw Li Wei shifting directions towards the opposite side.
He guessed it!
The fifty-yard line, past midfield, the forty-yard line of the opposite half was within reach.
"Roar!"
Forty-yard line.
The rolling Crimson Tide surged powerfully, but the streak of white was like golden sunlight atop the wave, sprinting all the way.
"Roar!"
Thirty-yard line.
Not just Tyree, but the entire Bryant Denny Stadium had fallen into a frenzy, one by one standing up, with no distinction between starters and substitutes; at this moment, they were all part of the Crimson Tide Storm, following the trail of Number 23, chasing the sunlight upon the wave.
"Roar!"
Twenty-yard line.
The whole field, in madness, wave after wave, each higher than the last.
Although they didn’t know the name of Number 23, it didn’t stop them from becoming one entity, the entire stadium’s wave of red passion roared for him, united in a mighty chorus, the University of Alabama’s legendary team once again unleashing a soul-deep tidal roar.
"Roar!"
Ten-yard line.
Number 23 finally found his pace, running faster and faster, leaving the rolling tide far behind, single-handedly cutting across the field, with the entire sky-filled Crimson Tide Storm serving merely as a backdrop, the collective will converging into an explosive force.
Then.
A piercing arrow to the heart.
End zone, touchdown.
Roar!
Madness, complete and utter madness.
Li Wei, fiercely slamming the football to the ground, releasing his passion anew, raising his right fist high, clenched and released, no longer needing to hold back.
"Ah!"
Touchdown, secured.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
An accident, a breakthrough, but Li Wei did not panic, did not give up, and ultimately turned the inadvertent mismatch between the offensive group and the defensive group into his own opportunity.
Boom!
Tyree had completely lost his mind, fists raised high, jumping, cheering, roaring, rejoicing for the white figure on the field.
"Roar! Roar! Roar!"
The entire field, subdued—
Was there anyone who could be an exception, or who could be an exception?
This is the most passionate and exhilarating moment in competitive sports, not because of winning or losing, but because of the struggle, the fight, the will to never give up!