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The airwave surged—
The offensive and defensive linemen collided and intertwined like a meat grinder, turning the area near the kickoff line into a disaster zone, impenetrable.
However.
A figure in a red uniform with the number twenty-three on his back didn't avoid the disaster zone, instead moving lightly and nimbly between the fierce collisions of his opponents.
Like a wild dance of knife tips.
Touching the ground. Jumping. Turning. Breaking through.
Behind him, he left a lingering shadow that drew a dreamlike trail of movement, with the all-surrounding surged airwaves utterly unable to keep up with his steps.
Until the emergence of that figure.
Number ninety-four. Watkins.
In the final stretch of the game, Watkins indeed showed a splendid athletic form, not only strong but also nimble, completely overpowering the offensive lineman he was facing, breaking through again, laterally intercepting.
This time, Watkins's target was another running back—
Li Wei.