621 inches of iron kills a man

"Straight Arm Block!"

"Li Wei! Li Wei flipped Bentley with a Straight Arm Block, regaining ground for the push forward, unbelievable!"

"Li Wei starts up again, the advance is still ongoing!"

"The McCourtys are closing in, New England Patriots' twin brothers are trying to intercept Li Wei."

"The twenty-five-yard line!"

"Devin McCourty blocks the route—"

Right in front.

Having secured the tactical advantage early on, Safety Devin McCourty stood firm, an unassailable fortress in Li Wei's path; and the Patriots' Defensive group from both sides were rapidly encircling to form a pocket.

Li Wei, nowhere to run.

A predicament!

As with the rest of the game, he found himself invariably surrounded the moment he carried the ball. Those consecutive breakthroughs that looked effortless actually drained his energy and strength severely. Now, Li Wei was merely powered by a single breath.

But that breath was enough.

His concentration was more intense than ever, his soul and body ablaze.