Dominate the Super Bowl

A snake strikes at the seventh inch, and when you hit a person, aim for the face—

If you truly want to harm someone, you must hit where it hurts the most.

Whether it's violence or killing, these are too simple and crude. True torment is letting the other person live while watching helplessly as their most treasured and important possessions are ground into dust, unable to seek life or death, and unable to resist, living in purgatory worse than death.

For example, pride.

Von Miller is proud, without a doubt.

The whole league agrees that the 2011 draft is still the strongest in a decade, with names like Cam Newton, Julio Jones, JJ-Watt, Richard Sherman, Patrick Peterson, AJ Green, Mark Ingram II, Cameron Hayward, Andy Dalton, Randall Cobb, Justin Houston, Julius Thomas, Jason Kelce, and many others constantly gracing the Pro Bowl's All-America First or Second Team, and even discussing Hall of Fame eligibility early on wouldn't be inappropriate.

Of course, there is also Von Miller.

Among this group of top players, Von Miller has always believed he is the best of the best, comparable to league legends like Watt. Especially after defeating the then-number one draft pick Cam Newton-led Carolina Panthers in the fiftieth Super Bowl, Von Miller's confidence reached its peak.

In these past three seasons, the Denver Broncos have been struggling in the quagmire since Big Manning's retirement, but Von Miller has always believed that the defensive group he led is still top-tier in the league, and it's only because the offensive group is not strong enough that they've fallen so low.

Von Miller's pride is his weak point.

Today, Li Wei intends to hurt Von Miller—

Not defeat, but hurt.

Provoking the Kansas City Chiefs? It's just routine; after all, they're divisional archenemies, and endless provocations and daily bleeding are all too normal.

But provoking Felix? Unacceptable. Some things can be joked about, but not everything, and there must be a bottom line.

Von Miller's arrogance and madness must pay the price, so Li Wei is ready to hurt Von Miller.

Strike at the seventh inch.

When Li Wei is truly angry, he does not lose his mind.

On the contrary, Li Wei becomes more rational because he knows that is the correct way to launch a counterattack. He enters a mission-critical state, more focused than ever—

Not only cold-blooded but also cruel.

If he doesn't strike, he doesn't move, but when he does, he must deliver a fatal blow, severely hurting the opponent.

Li Wei doesn't care how the Kansas City Chiefs' defensive group restrains the Denver Broncos' offensive group. The focus is on destroying the defensive group led by Von Miller.

This is everything.

From the first wave of offense, Li Wei has already entered a focused mode.

And it continues into the second half and even the fourth quarter of the game.

Because he needs to completely, inside and out, destroy Von Miller's pride, he needs Von Miller to see him from a hundred yards away and take a detour in the future.

Rage is burning; completely defeating Von Miller is the only cure.

"... Li Wei, Jesus Christ!"

"A direct breakthrough!"

"Li Wei's bull-rushing actually sent Von Miller flying, 'Rookie Beast Mode' has reappeared on the field this season."

"Last season, Li Wei often employed Beast Mode, proving with action that he has more than just speed as a weapon and can also play an important role in scoring; but this season, Li Wei's running style is smarter and more efficient, and Beast Mode has almost disappeared."

"However, just when we almost forgot, Li Wei showed his powerfully dominant side again, and Von Miller's tackle defense crumbled like paper. We have never seen Von Miller look so embarrassed!"

...

"Oh, wait, Li Wei is moving!"

"He's retreating... Von Miller is following closely, but clearly, Li Wei is prepared, showing his nimble footwork."

"This is not a run, but a pass, 'Chiefs Special'! The Kansas City Chiefs chose an unanticipated gimmick offense, ready to destroy the Denver Broncos!"

"Wow, this scene isn't common!"

"Von Miller is trying to sack but now he's completely being led around. Li Wei's light and agile movements are fully displaying in a small space, Von Miller looks like a puppet being controlled by Li Wei, every move is half a beat too slow, completely under Li Wei's control."

"Von Miller is anxious, he's anxious."

"Von Miller makes a rough hit on the passer, yellow flag penalty."

"However! But!"

"Von Miller still couldn't bring down Li Wei, Li Wei didn't fall, Li Wei refuses to fall!"

"Clearly, this is Li Wei, not an ordinary quarterback, Li Wei holds his ground firmly in the midst of a storm, shaking off Von Miller."

"Push off, swing arm, pass!"

"Von Miller tries for a second defense, but it's too late, Li Wei completes the pass."

"Hardman?"

"No, Li Wei's passing target is Hill!"

"On the left sideline, Hill makes a run back, Watkins is dismantling barriers to shield, Li Wei and Hill connect, the seventeen-yard pass is controlled superbly!"

"Hill catches, Hill turns, Hill continues to advance!"

Von Miller once again holds his breath, falling into despair, his heart sinking heavily—

Despair. A profound sense of powerlessness.

The Kansas City Chiefs have already beaten the Denver Broncos to the point where they have no power to fight back, yet Li Wei still refuses to show softness or mercy, step by step destroying the Denver Broncos' confidence up and down, the entire game tearing into pieces.

However.

Calm, composed, indifferent, cold-blooded.

Li Wei remains expressionless, his unwavering eyes resembling the T1000 from "Terminator 2," emotionlessly gazing at his target in front.

Exterminate.

Von Miller is swallowed, engulfed completely, torn into pieces by profound humiliation.

Ah!

Von Miller went crazy.

Ahhh!

Von Miller went berserk, blindly charging regardless, no one could stop him, he wanted to perish together with that damned Li Wei.

However, Von Miller still underestimated Li Wei's fury—

Even if he wanted to perish together, Li Wei wouldn't give him the chance.

The scene, not only bloody but indifferent, as the game completely turns into a massacre; the Kansas City Chiefs, amidst the home support at Arrowhead Stadium, thoroughly destroy the Denver Broncos from the inside out, pushing the divisional rivals into endless purgatory with no room to breathe left for the Denver Broncos.

In the live broadcast, there was dead silence, unbearable to watch.

Clearly, there isn't a trace of blood, yet it's as if one could see the corpse-strewn bloody river scene with their own eyes. Even viewers watching this scene in front of their TVs shivered, looking at the cold-blooded number twenty-three at Arrowhead Stadium as if watching a bloodthirsty god of death—

Are you ready? The next one is you.

Beep, beep.

The entire game ended, Von Miller gazed at the scoreboard overhead the field sinking into despair; even the last ounce of anger had evaporated, leaving only helplessness, drawing him into endless darkness.

In front of the TV, on social networks, there was absolute silence, all sounds disappeared, viewers now had only one thought in their minds:

Never! Never anger Li Wei, otherwise, bear the consequences yourself.

Yet no one was sure if they could bear it.

The numbers on the scoreboard stung the eyes.

"0:45."

The away team in front, the home team behind.