Fuck!
Fuck fuck fuck!
After Lawrence missed his target and lost his balance, gravity pulled his body downward. Shame and anger collided and burned in his mind, but they all turned into reluctance. He gritted his teeth and forcibly started spinning counterclockwise as if he were rebalancing his center of gravity in "Inception"—with his body sinking, he floundered.
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His hands slapped forcefully, mixed with a fierce storm of blood and fury, making a desperate dash towards Li Wei.
At that moment, Lawrence truly showcased his talent and ability. While leaning backward, he managed to stop his body from sinking with sheer core strength, reminiscent of "Air" Michael Jordan. Unbelievably, he paused mid-air, and was even able to react again, slapping at Li Wei when he was unguarded.
Hit!
Li Wei felt a heavy blow on his left shoulder, taken aback. He thought he had escaped Lawrence but didn’t expect Lawrence to have a backup move. The potential of a first-round pick burst forth at that moment. Before he could even start moving, his balance was disrupted again, and his left shoulder sunk as if it were anchoring down.
Bend the knees, squat, disperse the force.
Li Wei didn’t brace against it. Instead, he went with the momentum, lowering his center of gravity and shedding all the impact force, maintaining a squatting posture as he burst forward, instantly breaking free.
Lawrence: Damn it!
So, that’s a first-round pick, just this?
Lawrence’s desperate strike didn’t stop Li Wei. However, football is a team sport, and the Tigers Defense Squad isn’t made up of one Lawrence alone. Li Wei had already left Lawrence behind:
Thank you, next.
Before Li Wei could fully straighten his knees, he already spotted two other players charging towards him from the left—
A linebacker. A defensive lineman.
With a glance, that Black-faced Yama turned out to be Wilkins, grinding his teeth, eager to teach Crimson Tide Storm’s number twenty-three a lesson, to let him feel the power of the Tigers. Yet, he ended up utterly humiliated.
Not to mention teaching number twenty-three a lesson, he hadn’t even touched a single skin flake of number twenty-three so far.
Wilkins was also frustrated. After being feinted, he relentlessly pursued, stumbling as he lunged towards number twenty-three.
In his eyes, in his mind, there was only that one figure, totally disregarding everything else.
In the blink of an eye, Li Wei caught the desperation and frenzy in Wilkins, also noting that Wilkins completely squeezed onto the linebacker’s path—
He stole the lane.
Even though he had to face two defenders, Li Wei could use their momentum against them.
Pushing off, stepping forward, and observing while accelerating, the truly threatening Mus, staring intently from directly ahead, posed more of a challenge than other figures diving towards him from the left.
Mus was stepping forward, not waiting for Li Wei to continue accelerating but already smartly taking the initiative, blocking Li Wei’s path on the left and swiftly moving to intercept.
Li Wei, caught between a rock and a hard place—
On the left, a sea of people, where he could see at least three players from three different directions closing in.
On the right, a sheer cliff, a slight step out would mean stepping out of bounds.
It was as tough as climbing to heaven, surrounded and ambushed on all sides, with no space left to accelerate further, then Mus had already pounced.
Aiming for Li Wei’s left shoulder.
Clearly, Mus intended to tackle him from the left, and even if the tackle failed, he could still use his body to force Li Wei out of bounds from the right side.
Clever, smart.
Li Wei held his breath and concentrated fully, shifting slightly to the right by a quarter position, not having time to fully adjust when their shoulders collided.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, Mus tried to complete a tackle amidst the chaos and turbulence but grabbed at air; Li Wei slickly used the collision force to execute a dazzling Marseille Turn, spinning counterclockwise, not only shedding the force but also pulling out the support of the shoulder, causing Mus, who had stepped forward fully, to continue pressing but then fell down.
Ha!
Blackley gasped, not expecting to hear a similar exclamation from Pash beside him, and could no longer control himself and shouted aloud.
"He dodged him!"
"Incredible!"
"He just dodged him! Number twenty-three from Crimson Tide Storm just eluded Tigers’ Mus’s surefire tackle, his body almost losing balance, nearly unable to stand, but Crimson Tide Storm has now taken the initiative, this running back is nearing the fifteen-yard line!"
"Wait, wait a minute!"
"Number twenty-three is still advancing, still finding his balance, with the sideline right at his feet, but he still managed to control his center of gravity, showing acrobatic balance, his steps continuing along the sideline, pushing forward, he’s still sprinting! This isn’t the first time, the Tigers’ left-wing defense is torn open again, as if number twenty-three is just like... just like..."
Pash’s mind went blank for a moment.
Blackley couldn’t resist interjecting and shouted, "Edgerunner!"
Pash’s eyes lit up, "Edgerunner!"
"He’s just like an edgerunner, dancing nimbly along the dangerous and dark boundary, both elegant and deadly, sharply piercing into the heart of the Tigers!"