Dominate the Super Bowl

Thrilling, extraordinarily exciting—

Time stands still at this moment, the whole world falls into the gap of space-time, briefly halting, irresistibly caught in shock and impact.

Frame by frame.

Scene by scene.

Everything, as if a stop-motion animation, you can clearly see every detail of the movements, the thrilling and grand spectacle of Wanfu Mary unfolds right before us.

Aaron Jones, leaping like a carp over the dragon gate, turns the tide, astonishing everyone by catching the ball, his arm below raised high like piercing arrows supporting him, the next second as if swallowed into hell completely.

Instantly, the heart rises high, stuck in the throat, unable to control leaving the seat, stretching the neck, looking towards the end zone full of desire.

Crowded, noisy, chaotic, pulling.

Yet, ultimately Aaron Jones stands up, holding the football high—

Touchdown.

"Ah ah ah, ah ah ah."

Michaels' mind goes blank, passion instantly consumes all reason.

"Touchdown touchdown touchdown ah ah ah!"

"Green Bay Packers! Green Bay Packers with a touchdown! In the countdown phase before the end of the game, the Green Bay Packers achieve a touchdown worth its weight in gold!"

"Wanfu Mary!"

"We are witnessing Wanfu Mary!"

"Aaron Rodgers connects with Aaron Jones! From Aaron to Aaron, who could have thought, at the last moment such an earth-shattering twist would appear!"

"However!"

"Rodgers did it again, once more and again!"

"Fifty-one yards, fourth down and ten yards, countdown phase, we are witnessing legends once again!"

"Unbelievable! Amazing! Miraculous!"

"How did this all happen after all?"

"Standing at the edge of a cliff, standing on the brink of defeat, the Green Bay Packers rely on Rodgers' magical performance to return into the game to renew hope."

"Rodgers, wow, indeed 'King of the Hail Mary,' escapes four sack crises from front to back, completing the pass before being hit."

"No position, no vision, unable to exert force, even in such a difficult situation, Rodgers still miraculously delivers the football to the end zone."

"God, what are we witnessing?"

"The game is not over, dear viewers, the game is not over."

"'41:43,' next the Green Bay Packers must challenge for a two-point conversion, the Kansas City Chiefs' adventurous choice for a two-point conversion is coming to fruition, Green Bay Packers need to challenge the end zone again to strive for overtime."

"The excitement continues."

Chaos, madness.

The whole world spins rapidly, everything seems as if thrown into a centrifuge at full speed, the view is blurred into a glow.

The fanaticism of the Green Bay Packers, the bewilderment of the Kansas City Chiefs, the viewers in front of TV experiencing the ice and fire of emotions, the rise and fall from heaven to hell, the extreme tension swaying back and forth like a seesaw, unable to calm down, all sorts of reactions mixed together in hustle.

Subconsciously, Chris Jones looks towards the side of the field—

Li Wei, calm and composed.

Not only lacking panic or nervousness, but also applauding Rodgers' Wanfu Mary, cheering for the opponent with a magnanimous gaze.

Not only broad-minded but also confident.

No matter the predicament or challenge, always uprightly facing victory or defeat, that posture shows uniqueness.

Unconsciously, Chris Jones raises his head and chest as well.

Truth be told, this Wanfu Mary, how Rodgers completed it is still unclear to Chris Jones, presumably needing to watch game footage for analysis post-match, both frustrated and angry, both aggrieved and annoyed, they tried everything to prevent this moment but ultimately could not stop Rodgers.

The final moment. All efforts in vain.

The mind filled with bustling thoughts, but at this moment, he doesn't forget Li Wei's words:

"No pressure, anyway we can always go into overtime."

Rather than restraining hands and feet, better to give it a try.

Taking a deep breath, Chris Jones looks at the defensive group teammates, thinking how he should boost their morale.

They are already burned out and exhausted, just standing in place, sweat continuously streaming down, forming a creek, but they must continue to persist.

So how should they lift the spirits right now?

"Clap clap! Defense!"

Carter freezes, watching Felix standing, raising his head and chest, shouting hoarsely.

Obviously, Felix's body weak can't sustain constant cheering for long, Carter can clearly see Felix's shoulders and back slightly trembling, the jersey soaked in sweat, cheeks flushed unusually, but his eyes so bright and smile so radiant.

Calling out again and again.

That stubborn vitality, blooming proudly.

Shouting, shouting, Felix wearily falls down, sitting in the chair.

Beside, Karen looks over full of concern; Carter though, appears puzzled and amazed.

Within Carter's limited cognition, he couldn't understand such actions, burning life to cheer for a game, not even cheering for victory, just for fighting alongside the team to the end.

It is evident now, Felix couldn't hold, the body is protesting; yet Felix is not worried at all.

Not only not worried but Felix freely and wantonly bursts into laughter, "Haha."

So bright, so radiant, that passion and happiness surge like an eruption, pure as crystal, simple as white paper, but infectious, unintentionally affecting those around.

"Hahaha." Felix bursts into laughter, taking a deep breath, struggling to stand.

Fatigue couldn't stop him, slowly raising his hands, supporting his body with trembling knees, his gaze bright on the field, calling out once more.

"Clap clap." Two claps.

"Defense!" One shout.

Though the voice isn't loud, that toughness and passion infuse it, like roses blooming in rocks on the desert, demonstrating unbelievable vitality.

Resonating over and over again.

Karen takes a deep breath, quietly watching Felix, she has learned to calmly face such situations and firmly grasp the moment.

Certainly, this isn't easy, each time seeing Felix's body protesting, her heart shrinks.

But facing the Death God's threat for two whole years, she now has gained strength and courage, daring to look Death God in the eye.

Just like the Kansas City Chiefs.

Maybe Felix will ultimately lose this battle, but that doesn't mean they'll surrender obediently.

"Clap clap! Defense!"

Karen calls out too.

Carter stands dazed, his brain has given up thinking, because rational thought cannot find answers, the only thing he can do now is follow instinct.

Subconsciously, bewilderedly, Carter too follows Felix in calling out, calling out, a passion and fervor unexplainable by language ignites.

Surging. Resonating. Crashing.

Smiling wide, his mouth as well.

"Clap clap! Defense!"

Two claps, one call.

In less than forty seconds, the whole Arrowhead Stadium is revitalized, united as one, bursting with astonishing energy.

Like overwhelming waves, enough power to defeat any opponents, facing all challenges calmly.

No retreating, standing shoulder to shoulder.