665 A flash of inspiration

The entire field was utterly stunned.

Even as they witnessed it with their own eyes, they still couldn't understand how it all happened, as if they were seeing martial arts from a movie:

Mysterious and unpredictable.

Yet, the scene had unfolded just like that.

One second ago, Li Wei was staggering through narrow gaps, struggling to survive.

The next second, Jefferson rolled over like a clumsy panda, his eyes blankly watching the fading figure wearing the number twenty-three.

Step, step, step.

Li Wei was leading the charge.

Originally, Li Wei had been exhausted but, after the bumps and turbulence, he found his strength again, straightened his knees, pushed off continuously, and picked up speed once more.

The thirty-five-yard line.

The thirty-yard line.

With each leap, the first strike was secured, and then he could see Wendell standing across from him in the distance.