Teetering on the brink.
On the verge of collapse.
Li Wei was sprinting.
He knew he was like a stack of blocks about to topple, everything had already fallen apart, merely maintaining balance by the inertia of speed. Any slight touch of force, any little imbalance in speed, and he would scatter all over the ground, like a dismantled skeleton.
Not even one more second.
Accelerate. Accelerate. Accelerate more.
Now, like a runaway train, his body was burning, speed soaring, the speed even slightly exceeding what his body could endure. Yet, there was no way to stop, only to keep accelerating, stumbling into destruction amid layers of speed.
The only hope was that he would cross the End Zone Line before he was engulfed in destruction.
But.
The Trojans' Defensive group hadn't given up.
Marvell Tell, playing as Free Safety—the last line of defense for the Trojans—should have been the first to step up to defend, but another Safety, Strong Safety Leon McQuay, took the initiative to try to force out of bounds.
Unfortunately, he failed.
As a result, Tell was still the last line of defense for the Trojans.
Just five seconds ago, Tell had been joking with McQuay that in today's game they might just be lounging around, but the Defensive group's performance was truly terrible; they should seriously consider stepping up early and joining the ranks of the Cornerbacks and Linemen—
At least, the front line could help out.
After all, the quarterback of the Crimson Tide Storm didn't dare try a long pass.
Unexpectedly, the opportunity appeared right then.
Tell, of course, hadn't forgotten the opening rush of the ground offense—it was number twenty-three who took everyone by surprise, charging straight forward to score. But that was the beginning when they weren't prepared, which allowed number twenty-three to exploit an opening. The same mistake wouldn't happen twice.
This time, Tell was ready.
Stomp, sprint, exert force.
Tell's eyes flashed with a fierce killing intent, ruthless and ferocious, unreserved, charging toward number twenty-three like a rhinoceros, completely indiscriminate.
Charge! Charge, charge!
Leap, dive, crash.
Tell broke free from gravity's hold, soaring through the air.
However!
Once again, Li Wei performed a ground run with unmatched courage, dancing on a tightrope, testing the edge between life and death. He perfectly combined skill and strength, his tiptoeing feet and fluid movement weaving through the Defensive group's encirclement, piercing their hearts.
Danger and thrill, toughness and strength, stimulation and spectacle.
A performance, a feast.
Then, one after another, countless shouts joined Tyree's, instantly igniting the madness and passion of the scene.
In the studio, after exchanging another look, they realized they lacked much information. They should have been fully prepared for this game, ready to take control and educate the audience, but now they looked like confused fledgling birds.
"Is AT&T Stadium now shouting for 'Edgerunner'?"
Someone asked, but no one answered, as everyone had a "you're asking me? How should I know?" expression and frantically started flipping through their documents.
But seeing Li Wei's pitifully brief personal file ended too quickly on a mere sheet of A4 paper, which had never seemed so spacious.
"Edgerunner!"
"Edgerunner!"
The roar, overwhelming, rising like a tide.
In the end zone, after spinning head over heels, Li Wei stood up from a forward roll, standing tall and firm like a war god.
Quietly, directly, he watched the Trojans' fans in the stands. His fierce aura alone pressed down the tens of thousands of fans, grinding their cheers to the ground without a clenched fist, a roar, or a venting scream—a single glance was enough, filling the entire stadium with his presence.
Tough, dominant, and mighty, everything was perfect.
Three touchdowns, three different methods.
Li Wei completely dominated the game with his performance, cutting off all worries and doubts about Derrick Henry transitioning to a profession by rewriting the game.
Especially that recent touchdown.
Were the Trojans ineffective? Was Hayden caught empty-handed? Did the Trojans' Defensive group fail miserably? Was the capability of this team insufficient?
No, none of the above.
The Trojans had already created opportunities through surprise attacks, and their airtight short-pass defensive zone was like a maze blocking the path.
But!
Li Wei still relied on his individual abilities to forcefully carve open a path of survival, his continual stunning directional changes combined with the Edgerunner's breakthrough and final dive over the top created jaw-dropping "wow moments" one after another, truly elevating the game to a whole new level.
Everything else was just a backdrop.
This was simply "showtime" —
Wait, are they sure? They just used showtime to describe Crimson Tide Storm's Offensive group, not the Defensive group, this Offensive group?