Who! Who can stop Li Wei!
Wembley is engulfed in a frenzy.
But Jaylen has no time for awe, no time for frustration. With a bump and a flick, he pushes Hardman aside and is already charging full speed toward Li Wei.
Speed, it's his forte, and also his only reliance.
Jaylen grits his teeth, fueling his soul, and pushes his speed to the limit, his eyes and mind focusing solely on that number twenty-three.
Running, sprinting all-out.
Then, millions of spectators worldwide witness a strange scene.
On the green field of Wembley, a streak of blue is chasing a streak of red with all its might, both figures pushing their speed to the maximum.
Comparable to an Olympic hundred-meter finals.
No flash, no gimmicks, just a pure, simple contest of speed.
Twenty-yard line.
Fifteen-yard Line.
Dazzling footsteps become a blur, white lines flow under their feet extending like a roaring river, continuously surging forward.
The blue team is gradually getting closer to the red team.
