758 Front Breakthrough

Thud, thud, thud. Thud, thud, thud.

Hill on the right, Watkins on the left, two fast horses sprint at full speed without reservation, crossing the short pass area and showing no intention of stopping in the medium pass area, breaking through towards the long pass area without hesitation—

Near the forty-yard line of the visiting team's half, they had already entered Mahomes' range.

Since the beginning of the game, Mahomes had been suppressing the urge to throw long passes, never unleashing the full power of his long throws; but Richie remained vigilant, knowing that a moment's relaxation could be catastrophic.

Perhaps, the time was now?

In his field of vision, Mahomes was adjusting, the defensive line wasn't applying too much pressure, allowing Mahomes to move comfortably in the pocket, with enough time and space to observe.

Then, a pause, an adjustment, a swing of his arm—

In an instant, breaths were held.

Richie, following Mahomes' line of sight, saw Hill at a glance.