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The Clemson Tigers' Defensive Tackle Watkins was also highly focused, and in today's fourth quarter, his confidence was off the charts—

If he could tackle Jacobs and cause a fumble to turn the tide once, he believed he could tackle Li Wei and force another fumble to kill the game a second time.

Stomp. Stomp.

The right foot, like a bull, kept stamping the ground, gathering strength and fueling himself up.

"Attack!"

The moment Hertz shouted the kick-off slogan, Watkins had already charged forward, accompanied by a muffled "bang," his shoulder collided with the mountain of flesh before him, and his peripheral vision quickly scanned the field.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Five seconds, only five seconds left in the match.

Hertz handed the football to Li Wei, Watkins' heart clenched tightly, adrenaline surged relentlessly, energy burst forth from the depths of his Dantian, preparing to breach the protective pocket of the offensive line, and then he noticed the change within the pocket.

Four seconds.

Just a second ago, Hertz and Clark, who had been pulling to the outside left and right, both turned back sharply, converging behind the offensive line like a bulldozer.

"Damn, it's a one-yard push."

Watkins' heart squeezed—

In football games, it's common to face situations like third-and-one or fourth-and-one, where among many strategies, there's one that is the most primitive and heaviest: gathering all the offensive players to push forward, driving through the one-yard distance like a bulldozer.

Like pigs rooting through the cabbage.

It was ugly, but very effective, as it was simply the raw power breaking through the front; if the defensive group failed to predict and lacked the piled strength on the kickoff line, the offense could easily push the yard through.

The Crimson Tide Storm's running back unit was still primarily agile and nimble this season, with fewer head-to-head encounters of pure strength, and the one-yard push tactic was even rarer.

But now!

Unexpectedly, it was deployed at this moment.

Even though this required a two-yard push, which was more difficult, the Crimson Tide Storm completely caught the Clemson Tigers off guard, with the offensive group holding the advantage.

The Crimson Tide Storm first used multiple players to disperse the offensive firepower, confusing the defensive group's judgment, then had Hertz and Clark create decoys pulling defensive strength, before launching the one-yard push with a deliberate trap, seizing that split-second difference. By the time the Clemson Tigers reacted, the two-point conversion was already theirs.

Damn it!

In the flash of a moment, Watkins realized he had also made a mistake in his judgment.

The one holding the ball was indeed Li Wei, but if Watkins stepped forward trying to tackle and dispersed the defensive line's strength, he would fall right into the Crimson Tide Storm's trap.

Damn!

Three seconds.

Watkins immediately reacted, bending down, bending his knees, lowering his center of gravity, and forming a flesh and blood wall with his Defensive group teammates, confronting head-on.

Ah, ahhhhh!

One after another, from the defensive line to the linemen, everyone rushed forward first, the standoff between offense and defense ballooning up, the impact of force upon force tensed the air completely.

The defense's secondary, scattered in the end zone, finally noticed the mass of people at the kickoff line, but by then their second reaction was too late—

What to do?

Just then, Watkins caught sight of Li Wei, sprinting at full force right into the wall of flesh, and the power from the depths of his Dantian also erupted.

In a contest of strength, this was not Li Wei's forte at all, Li Wei had no chance before them; they would crush him like ants, breaking his matchstick limbs to dust.

"Strength VS Strength"!

The Clemson Tigers were ready to pounce.

Ahhh!

Wait... wait, Watkins doubted his own eyes:

What did he see?

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Li Wei, extremely calm and composed, from striding to stamping the ground to starting up, after tucking the football into his bosom, completed acceleration in just a few steps, without stopping, he utilized the last three yards of space for full acceleration.

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Then.

The interlocked steel arms of the offensive and defensive lines suddenly dropped, their centers of gravity slowly sinking below sea level, and the end zone emerged like Atlantis rising from the ocean.

The Clemson Tigers thought it was just a one-yard push, so they had to lower their centers of gravity and increase their strength to prepare for the frontal collision, bending their knees and sinking their bodies, leaving an opening above.

Opportunity.

Start-up, exertion, leap.

Two seconds.

Li Wei soared through the air, transforming the force of a head-on collision into a hurdling motion.

Despite the strain from the whole game, with his knees feeling soft and legs struggling to push off, he cast all that aside to unleash the energy from the depths of his Dantian and soul, holding his breath for the jump.

Whoosh.

The fierce wind howled past.

Li Wei's body glided over the fray with ease, soaring above the barriers.

Time stood still in that moment.

The entire stadium, mouths agape, watched the spectacle in stunned silence—all the cheers, the terror, the screams, and the raised arms frozen in place.

Watkins could not believe his eyes, he tilted his head slightly towards the sky only to see a vast expanse of red, a gust of wind sweeping like a humpback whale, brilliant light pouring down everywhere.

Suddenly, his eyes stung, and Watkins involuntarily shut them tight.

The world plunged into darkness.

One second.

Li Wei hurdled the fence, facing straight on was a white hurricane blocking his path—Mus.

But Li Wei didn't dodge; instead, he curled up his body, using his shoulder as a cushion for landing, and charged into Mus's chest, hearing a roar in his ears.

Bang, clatter clatter.

The sounds of destruction echoed.

Immediately after, Li Wei had rolled forward and dashed out swiftly.

Jostling, turmoil, the brilliant spectacle of summer thunder boomed beside his ears.

Protect the ball, protect the ball!

That was the only thought in Li Wei's mind amidst the whirl. His hands and body, despite being jolted about, firmly controlled the football through the turmoil, and after a roll, he used the momentum to quickly stand up again.

Panting, panting.

His chest heaved; his breath burned.

Li Wei stood tall and proud, clutching the football tightly in his right hand. Behind him was a scene of disarray and chaos. All eyes were riveted on him as his unconquerable spirit blazed like a warrior reborn. The entire Richmond James Stadium prostrated before him, worshipping and trembling.

Until—

The whistle sounded.

The head referee confirmed, the two-point conversion was successful.

Zero seconds, the game clock ran out, and the match was over.

"My God, my God, my God!"

"Alabama Crimson Tide Storm's two-point conversion is successful, with the Crimson Tide Storm's number twenty-three running back, Li Wei, entering the end zone with a hurdle jump for an incomparable and astounding two-point conversion."

"Victory belongs to the Crimson Tide Storm."

"In the fourth quarter, the Clemson Tigers were leading by fourteen points with two touchdowns, but in the final moments, the Alabama Crimson Tide Storm once again demonstrated their explosive power on both offense and defense, completing an epic comeback and sealing the game with a buzzer-beating two-point conversion."

"Incredible, incredible!"

"The final score '52:51', the Alabama Crimson Tide Storm defeats the Clemson Tigers to defend their title in a historic game—it was a great match, and we have witnessed history at the Richmond James Stadium."

"Alabama Crimson Tide Storm, champions!"

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