Step up, break through.

Push the ground and sprint.

aj-Hawke's rushing pass and pressure action was particularly firm, and the offensive tackle Mackenzie, who was standing on the outside, tried to intercept.

But the smoke bombs on the Green Bay Packers' defensive front line did have a strong deterrent effect, especially the footsteps of Woodson and Harris, two cornerbacks, cutting from the two outside diagonal lines, made the air waves of pressure from the front line rolling in layer by layer, and every offensive forward player was more or less affected.

This also includes Mackenzie.

Mackenzie stepped forward and faced defensive end Kampman, but found that Kampman was misaligned in advance and turned to the offensive guard Chris Sny next to the position, and only half of her shoulder hit Mackenzie.

Of course, Mackenzie can also join forces with Sny to play against Kampman, but the problem is that no one blocked Hawk on the outside. At this time, Mackenzie realized that his attention had not kept up with the opponent's adjustment rhythm, missed the subtle changes in the match, and then missed the opportunity.

Hawke whizzed directly past Mackenzie like a tornado. Mackenzie slowed down half a beat to intercept it, but only caught a piece of air. The center of gravity was disordered due to excessive force, and his footsteps staggered. Then he could feel the two front lines tangled together and rushing towards him. The mighty power made Mackenzie no chance to resist. She was knocked down and then crushed by.

There was a roar in my ears.

And what about Hawk?

Hawke's footsteps lightly passed Mackenzie, one step! another step! It appeared accurately on Jacobs' route, turning passively into active rushing with all his might, grappling Jacobs' waist, and hitting Jacobs' chest with his shoulders, trying to put him down directly.

But Jacobs refused to surrender—

Push the ground, push the ground with all your strength.

Jacobs' continuous ground-pushing action strongly destroyed Hawk's center of gravity, and then evolved from being suppressed to being dragged and dragged, and he was about to get rid of Hawk.

"Explosion vs. explosion"!

Hawke had lost his center of gravity, but he still clutched Jacobs' waist with both hands, his dantian sinks, and the entire center of gravity falls violently, and the power of weight, inertia and gravity sinks together. Then he completes a shoulder-to-shoulder fall in the wrestling:

Lean back, land, overturn.

Jacobs was like a wooden stake, turning off the hammer after Hawke's grapple, and his whole body completely lost control. The force from his abdomen burst out continuously, almost cutting his body into two pieces. His internal organs could feel the pain of crushing and shattering, and he could no longer breathe. The powerful and fierce power instantly made his body lose control of his limbs. Before he realized it, his hands had already been loosened.

Rare, tough, cruel.

Then... the rugby bounced out of his arms and flew vertically into the air.

Oops!

A thought flashed through Jacobs' mind, but it could not be extended. The world was already shattered. Then his eyes turned black and he could see nothing. He could only catch a noisy buzzing sound that hit his eardrums fiercely, and he seemed to be able to taste the smell of blood in his mouth.

...

Try, try again.

Harris's upward step was not too determined, but continued to test in a small step manner, and on the surface he made a rushing pass, but in fact the center of gravity did not put pressure on him. He was still worried about the possibility of the New York Giants' passing, and the upward pass was only a shock to the opponent.

But then, Harris noticed Hawk's unstoppable step forward. The offensive front line could not be effectively intercepted, and instantly captured the opportunity. The movement of force had changed during the adjustment of the small steps. His body leaned forward and stepped forward quickly like a cheetah.

Speeding up! Follow with each other!

Harris's upward speed was even faster than Hawk, and he appeared directly in pocket protection like the Flash teleportation. Originally, Harris was preparing to assist Hawk in completing the defense to ensure that Jacobs could not escape, but...

Chance!

A brown-red football flew out directly and jumped high into the air, like a scorching sun rising slowly. Harris took a quick step without hesitation, and in two big strides, he had already chased Hawke and Jacobs to the entanglement position.

Push the ground! Jump! Step!

Harris jumped up and stretched out his hands - Huhu! Huhuhu! Harris made a big windmill action, hugged the football in his arms in mid-air, wrapping the football directly like a storm, and then completed a forward impulse of a hurdle, and then gently crossed the obstacle of Hawke and Jacobs rolling to the ground and entered a more profound position.

Step on.

Step on.

The reaction force of landing caused the center of gravity to pound violently, but Harris' attention remained highly focused and he didn't care about his steps at all. With a sweep in his eyes, Harris could see the figures of two teammates, linebacker Barnett and defensive end Kampman, who had followed him. They were covering their movements. They were slowing a little before they could see three dark blue figures quickly catching up.

This also means...the chance to attack back.

Delay, start, forward rush.

Harris staggered a little, and he rushed forward for several consecutive steps before barely controlling his body, but he had no time to breathe and adjust, so he ran forward directly. Then he could see Barnett and Kampman landing behind him, intercepting the players of the New York Giants offensive team back defense.

run!

Run with all your might!

Step... Step... Bang...

As his footsteps swayed from being messy to maintaining pace and then exerting full force, the fanaticism in Harris's body was blowing like a volcano, running wildly from the thirty yard line, heading straight towards the end zone, and the white figure melted into the wind blowing on the Giant Stadium.

Twenty-five yard line.

Twenty yard line.

The alarm line in the red zone was close at hand. Harris' knees were slightly weak, and the bumpy center of gravity could not be fully recovered. However, he ran more and more powerfully, and the more he ran, the more powerful he ran, the more powerful he ran, and the power in his body exploded completely without reservation. There was only the last thought left in his mind:

run.

Fifteen-code line.

Ten yard line.

Harris just felt that he was burning, he was getting closer! He was closer! As long as he sprinted all over! As long as he jumped into the end zone! As long as he scored a touchdown, they could defeat his opponent at the last moment! They could stalker up to the next round! They could continue their playoff championship journey.

run!

Harris' speed had exploded to the extreme, and his eyes could vaguely capture some deep blue storm chasing him, but Harris's footsteps were not affected at all, just rushed forward with all his might:

Dreams are approaching like never before, and you can get close by running your feet.

The ultimate kill is within reach.
Chapter completed!