Stumbling, staggering—
On the verge of collapse.
Li Wei's footsteps, like a toy on the brink of falling apart, would crumble completely with the slightest breeze.
Yet, it was precisely Li Wei, stubbornly hanging onto a breath, continuously advancing, pressing forward, swaying from side to side as he invaded the Tennessee Titans' half.
The forty-yard line, already left behind.
The thirty-five-yard line, within reach.
Third gear, three yards, successfully in hand, battered, and bloodied, yet strong enough, bloody enough, explosive enough, an overwhelming momentum sweeping across the field.
Throughout, dumbfounded.
The shock and impact rushed in, leaving no time to catch a breath, eyes wide, staring at this scene, all gazes converging on Li Wei.
Then, the next collision takes stage—
Safety, Vaccaro.
