Twisting and twirling, dancing gracefully—


    Light and nimble footsteps move freely amid the chaotic battle, the elegant dance unstoppable even amidst the fiercest mes.


    A leap, a confrontation, a change in direction.


    All of it happens in just a few seconds, the oxygen barely processed in the lungs before the de is drawn.


    Sharp as a dagger.


    Number twenty-three breaks out from the disarray, leaving the surging heat waves far behind, and then, Li Wei fully elerates.


    Stomp.


    Power up.


    Take off.


    Only now is the speedpletely unleashed without any reservations.


    But!


    Having encountered too many impacts and obstructions in the dense formation, with a shaky center of gravity and disordered breathing, the start is slightly slower, and two red figures loom like a storm, rapidly closing in from both sides.


    What to do?


    In the midst of the tumult, Li Wei makes a snap decision and pushes off with his left leg, pivoting to the right.


    Amid the chaos and jolting impacts, he continues to push off the ground, the power from the depths of his Dantian erupting from below, casting off the red figure to the left and cutting to the outside of the red figure to the right—that is, the narrow passage between him and the sidelines—elerating all out.


    Stomp.


    With a burst, Li Wei can see Jackson’s face erging in his pupils, the cost of shaking off another yer is a head-on collision with Jackson.


    But Li Wei doesn’t panic.


    Stomp.


    As Li Wei is about to use his speed to forcefully overtake, Jackson makes his move, lunging forward a step earlier—


    Arms outstretched, attempting a grab,


    And secures a solid embrace, "Got him," Jackson thinks with joy.


    However, before the joy can rise to his heart, Jackson feels a force smash down upon him.


    Li Wei is moving forward.


    Not just charging, but the instantly erupting force hits Jackson head-on, continuously driving him back and forcing him into a panicked retreat. Jackson tries to nt his legs to brake urgently, but Li Wei’s sudden burst of power prevails.


    Ah!


    Like a bulldozer.


    Even though strength is not Li Wei’s forte, it isn’t Jackson’s either. They are simr in height and build, and Li Wei takes the lead with speed and positioning. He catches Jackson off-guard in the moment of his tackle, counteracting with a frontal collision that sends Jackson staggering from his own force.


    Ah, ah, ah!


    Li Wei seizes the opportunity and continues to push forward.


    Jackson is pushed back step by step.


    Then.


    Stomp.


    With another surge, Li Wei catches Jackson off-bnce, breaks free, elerates, and sprints, unbelievably achieving a second burst of eleration.


    "Jesus Christ!"


    ESPN’s officialmentator Dave Pasch ispletely stunned, hardly able to believe his eyes. What are they witnessing?


    It was just a practice game after all, and it was the starters against the substitutes—a time to rx and enjoy the festival atmosphere, all veryid-back.


    One second before, he had been leafing through the substitute offensive group’s roster, his attention mostly on the starting defensive group, taking his time to notice these yers.


    The next second, Pasch is dumbfounded by what he’s seeing, throwing out words.


    "Jump. Hurdle."


    "Straight Arm Block. Oh, another Straight Arm Block."


    "Cut."


    "Another cut."


    "Incredible!"


    "Tackle, and Jackson finally manages to grab hold of this number twenty-three."


    That was when the exmation to God urred, as Pasch’s eyes widen, watching intently as the running back in the number twenty-three white jersey—


    As everyone knows, you watch the Crimson Tide Storm for the running back.


    But Derrick Henry’s brilliancest season was such that all other running backs were overshadowed. Now that Henry has gone professional, even if the Crimson Tide Storm were to train another top running back, it would take at least one or two seasons. Therefore, this season, expectations for the Crimson Tide Storm should be adjusted slightly.


    But unexpectedly!


    "Oh, no!"


    "Number twenty-three didn’t stop his feet, he continued to sprint, to break through."


    "Shedding tackles!"


    "Jesus Christ!"


    "Number twenty-three sheds Jackson’s tackle; that’s the third tackle he’s avoided in this drive alone, unbelievable, he’s moving forward, he’s elerating."


    "Fifteen yards!"


    "Twenty yards!"


    "Number twenty-three is not only running the first offense, but also continuing to break through. The aggressive press forward by the Red Team’s defense has left the entire backfield vacant. Now all Red Team defenders are chasing White Team’s number twenty-three, a scene reminiscent of a pack of wolves hunting down a gazelle."


    "Harrison is charging over!"


    Ronnie Harrison, another safety from the Crimson Tide Storm, he is the strong safety.


    ording to the n, Harrison should have intercepted Li Wei first, as he was the best choice to match the running back, but Li Wei noticed Harrison approaching and immediately changed direction, opting to break through from Jackson’s side.


    In the midst of the melee, Harrison’steral cut required him to move mountains, so he couldn’t get there in time, and the whole situation waspletely different.


    "A race for speed!"


    "Number twenty-three and Harrison are side by side in a race for speed, Harrison is closing in strongly, showing an excellent burst of energy, visibly narrowing the gap between them."


    "Thirty yards!"


    "Harrison, oh, Harrison! Humphrey is also closing in!"


    "Thirty-five yards!"


    "What? What!"


    "Number twenty-three is elerating, he’s reached his top speed, Harrison can’t keep up, he’s falling behind, unable to close the distance that hadn’t beenpletely narrowed, now only Humphrey is left."


    "Humphrey just got tangled up, but after breaking free, he’s chasing with all his might."


    "God!"


    "Forty-five yards! Fifty yards!"


    "Number twenty-three is running faster and faster, Humphrey can only barely keep up, unable to close the gap, with only an arm’s length space between them."


    "Humphrey is elerating, Humphrey is pushing hard to speed up, closer now, even closer."


    "Opportunity!"


    "This is the opportunity!"


    "Humphrey goes for a diving tackle, putting all his eggs in one basket."


    "Beautiful!"


    "Number twenty-three high-steps, as if he had eyes in the back of his head, noticing Humphrey’s desperate lunge, he evades the tackle with a high step."


    "Eluding!"


    "Humphrey was so close, just a hair away, but a hair’s breadth away from sess, he came up short."


    "No one can stop him now, no one! Dusting thepetition! Breaking away!"


    "End zone!"


    "Touchdown!"


    "A seventy-five-yard rushing touchdown, unbelievable! Incredible! An entire seventy-five yards, having shed a total of five tackles, breaking through the encirclement."


    "The White Team scores the first points with a seventy-five-yard ground rush into the end zone, wow! Unbelievable!"


    Pash was just tingling with excitement, unable to control himself any longer, he stood up from his seat, erupting with joy like a volcano.


    "Who is he, number twenty-three, who is he really?"


    In the end zone, Li Wei finally stopped running, panting heavily, his face flushed, but turning around to see the chaos and devastation he left behind, a smile crept across his lips—


    That wreckage was his aplishment.


    Then, raising his hands high, he shot straight up into the sky.


    It is the official touchdown gesture in football, mimicking the goalpost’s forks, arms straight out and facing up to the sky, signaling a sessful touchdown.


    The Bryant Denny Stadium went mad,pletely insane; without any mental preparation, the first climax set off the Crimson Tide Storm.