Dominate the Super Bowl

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Nightmare.

The nightmare returned once more for Louisiana State University quarterback Brandon Harris.

The offensive group had been under immense pressure due to the dismal performance in the first four weeks of the season. They had finally found a breather after a change in leadership, only to face a devastating blow today. The confidence they had painfully built was once again in disarray and hanging by a thread.

The slight trembling of his knees did not lie.

"Brandon..."

"Brandon!"

The calls exploded next to his ear, and Harris was abruptly pulled back to reality; turning his head, he saw Fournette's sweat-drenched but resolute face capturing his senses amid the chaos.

"We can do it."

Harris's gaze was still wavering. Just moments ago, Fournette had hit a wall. He could understand Fournette's fighting spirit, but today was different, really different. The Crimson Tide Storm defense showed no mercy, with every move lethal and the onrush leaving no room to breathe.

Fournette noticed the uncertainty in Harris's eyes and understood his thoughts. It was precisely because he had just experienced Allen's crushing tackle and running straight into a wall that a sense of humiliation erupted, making his will more determined than ever. He repeated himself.

"Believe me, we can do it!"

Fournette patted Harris's shoulder forcefully and turned to line up—

There was no other choice; it had to work.

Up until now, Fournette had never taken Li Wei seriously. He believed that he was the number one collegiate running back and that not even McCaffrey was worth mentioning.

In Fournette's view, Li Wei's impressive performance was simply due to novelty; debuting this season, NCAA teams were not familiar with Li Wei, which allowed him to have his way. Once they got used to him, Li Wei's aura of mystery would dissipate, posing no threat.

The Tiger Defense Squad had already proved this point in today's first half.

However!

Just moments ago, Li Wei's spectacular performance had silenced Tiger Stadium, and with the sense of crisis never feeling so acute, it lay heavily upon the chest. Fournette's entire fighting spirit had changed.

He needed to prove himself.

If Li Wei could do it, so could he. Despite close defense and thorny paths, like Li Wei, he could carve out his domain with his own legs.

There was no room for maneuvering, no space to retreat. He had to outperform, he had to defeat that kid in a head-to-head battle.

For himself, and for the Tigers.

It was that simple.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling forcefully, Fournette was ready.

But then—

Blitz.

The Crimson Tide Storm chose to blitz.

Clearly, Saban had sensed the shift in the atmosphere as well, capturing the rhythm of the game instantly. The defense did not passively wait but took the rare initiative to strike.

Such tactics were indeed rare for the Crimson Tide Storm, brutally catching the Tiger offensive group off guard.

Rip.

The pocket, torn apart.

Crimson Tide Storm Defense Team Captain Allen charged ahead, darting toward Harris with the speed of lightning.

Harris was in utter disarray: Damn it! Damn, damn, damn! Help! Legs, come on, faster, even faster, please save me.

Harris sincerely believed that if he were caught this time, it would surely be disastrous.

But clearly, Harris still needed to consider Allen's opinion.

To this, Allen objected.

With one step forward, Allen spread his arms wide like a black bear and lunged at Harris.

Ah!

Harris, in a panic, let out a scream and his gaze frantically searched for an option. Seeing a purple figure, he instinctively threw the football.

Bang!

No sooner had the football left his hand than the next second, a ferocious force slammed brutally into Harris's chest. He didn't even have time to cry for help before everything went dark. Your adventure continues at empire

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So, Football?

In Foster's arms.

Foster was very calm, and despite being caught off guard by the Crimson Tide Storm's sudden assault, the crisis adrenaline rush—

As long as he could make progress, secure the first strike, and even score a touchdown, he'd be like a superhero saving the Tiger Team from doom and becoming a legendary hero.

The more dangerous and challenging the situation, the more passive—the more precious the success, the more enthusiastic the applause and cheers.

Speed was not Foster's strong suit, but rather solid and robust offense was his specialty, and he longed for physical contact and strength contests.

In the first half today, Li Wei held back, and so did Foster, never quite managing to unleash his best performance.

If Foster wanted to prove himself, now was the perfect time.

Concentration, more focused than ever, his strength burned and erupted continuously, charging through the front like a bowling ball.

One, bang!

Two, bang!

Foster had truly entered his Godlike State, perfectly triggered by Li Wei, with adrenaline pumping continuously, steamrolling through with the attitude of a bulldozer, step by step, layer by layer, annihilating the defenses of the Crimson Tide Storm, accompanied by a roar from the depths of his Dantian—

Break! Break! Break!

He was unstoppable, marching forward bravely.

Foster's eyes were blood-red with fury as he leaned his left shoulder forward to clear the path ahead, pushing off the ground, exerting force, and exploding with the momentum of a deity.

Tiger Stadium went wild.

Five yards!

Ten yards!

The home crowd, unable to contain themselves, cried out together, "Hold that Tiger," clearly a boast of victory.

"Hold that Tiger!"

"Hold that Tiger!"

Cheers of support became the power that drove Foster into a state of frenzy, his body steaming hot, like a killing god, single-handedly breaking through.

Fifteen yards!

Behind him lay a trail of destruction left in his wake, and after the missed opportunity to take down Harris, the Crimson Tide Storm's surprise tactic fell into a passive state, as the short pass area's players had all moved forward to the offensive line, in addition to Saban not forgetting pass defense, leaving space for Foster.

And so, Foster started to run, unleashing the full power of a bulldozer, quickly securing the first strike, and continuing on.

At that moment, the defensive players for mid-range and long-range passes from the Crimson Tide Storm finally caught up, a bustling white storm surrounding that single streak of purple.

Ambush from all sides.

But who could stop the Hulk in front of them?

If anyone acted rashly, they might end up like Loki, being swatted aside by the Hulk without standing a chance.

It was in that instant of hesitation that number ten, Foster, another captain of the Defensive group, stepped up.

But instead of rushing forward for a head-on collision, he dashed slightly forward, getting half a body length ahead and circled around into a half-moon shape, charging back in from the oblique front.

Squatting at the knees, anchoring his center of gravity, he aimed to grapple Foster's waist and lower body, fusing his own weight into the collision and the final push to complete the tackle.

Bang!

The clash of strength against strength exploded in an instant.

Meanwhile, Foster's right hand targeted the football cradled in Foster's arms, poking upward from beneath.

In the midst of surging waves and earth-shattering forces, when power and balance slipped out of control, and the world seemed to shatter, a reddish-brown blur flew out.

The relentless chanting of Tiger Stadium instantly plunged into an icy silence, the whole place frozen—

Fumble.

Against all expectations, Foster had fumbled the ball.

The very next second, a white figure had already charged forward, sweeping up the reddish-brown blur like a gust of autumn wind.

The boiling point, abruptly returning to freezing, left the entire stadium in dead silence.