Leonard: Pant, pant.
Gasping for breath, his face devoid of color, staring blankly at Li Wei's figure, even he, often called a madman, couldn't help but feel mentally exhausted. Witnessing the towering figure of number twenty-three in the end zone, it seemed unreachable no matter how hard he tried to close the gap.
Pant, pant.
Leonard was just gasping, his mind went blank, incapable of thinking.
On the sidelines, Andrew Luck watched this scene in silence—
If only the score difference had been smaller, he too might have tried to catch up. He wasn't some untested greenhouse flower; he'd been the protagonist of many underdog triumphs on the sports field, and he was familiar with such scenarios.
Yet, at that moment, looking at the scoreboard and the situation on the field, Luck felt a sense of powerlessness. No matter how hard they tried, he couldn't see any possibility of turning the situation around, only a sense of defeat.