132 Fierce face

Ten yards.

Fifteen yards.

Li Wei was sprinting at full speed, his pace with the ball already fully accelerated. Directly ahead, he could see Baker spreading his arms like a hawk swooping down on a chick, intercepting and cutting off the path forward.

Closer.

Even closer.

It seemed as though the two players were about to collide near the midfield line of the Crimson Tide Storm, neither Li Wei nor Baker shifting directions, both like runaway trains with no brakes, about to clash in a catastrophic confrontation.

The stadium was silent, with everyone holding their breath, fixated on the impending event.

Just a second ago, they witnessed the "car crash" between Jones and Victor, and now, they were about to witness a second one.

Even the air seemed to freeze.

Baker was extremely calm and focused, needing all his effort to control himself and suppress his excitement, avoiding a missed tackle due to over-eagerness, attacking only when he was one hundred percent sure of his position.