Dominate the Super Bowl-Chapter 888 - 887 Demon King’s Advent
Chapter 888: 887 Demon King’s Advent
Huff, huff.
Aaron Donald realized: heavy breathing, muscle soreness, trembling knees, his body was persistently sending him signals—
The Kansas City Chiefs were purposefully wearing him down.
Indeed, Donald’s bull rush was as dominant as ever, unmatched in the league, peerless; but the price was obvious—massive exhaustion.
Donald couldn’t bull rush every time, nor could he burn at full power for an entire game. This was the only piece of evidence proving that Donald wasn’t from another planet.
Since the second half started, the Kansas City Chiefs had made a series of tactical adjustments, focusing on ground attacks, relentlessly forcing massive energy consumption from Donald. They had locked onto the Los Angeles Rams’ all-or-nothing mentality and instead slowed down their offensive tempo, with one clear target:
Donald.
Now, Donald found himself in a dilemma. His physical consumption rate had far exceeded expectations, and his defensive efficiency was visibly fluctuating.
What to do?
Keep rushing? Keep pressuring?
In terms of raw stamina, Donald had no issue; even into the fourth quarter or overtime, he could still bull rush. However, things weren’t that simple.
It was like running interval sprints during a marathon. At the start of the second half, Donald dashed to the forefront, accelerating and sprinting for 400 meters, 800 meters. Even if he could still finish the marathon, maintaining that intensity throughout the race was an impossibility—he needed adjustments.
But if the Kansas City Chiefs suddenly picked up their tempo now, the initiative would immediately shift to the offense.
So, what should Donald do?
And that was the reason Donald felt deeply trapped.
Donald turned his head toward the sideline, hoping to seek answers from McVay. McVay gestured repeatedly, asking: Are you okay? Can you keep going?
Donald understood McVay’s meaning—it wasn’t about whether he could stay in the game but whether he could continue placing pressure on the frontline—
The Los Angeles Rams had no retreat. Behind them was the Red Zone and then the end zone. Within these seventeen yards, they had to crank up the intensity.
Otherwise…
Donald refused to think about “otherwise.” He took a deep breath, a surge of energy igniting in his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and cheered himself on.
“I can.” Donald looked at McVay.
“I can.” It was also Donald boosting his own morale.
“I. Can!”
Donald took a deep breath and lined up again.
If the Los Angeles Rams wanted to stop the Kansas City Chiefs, pressure was essential. They had to make Mahomes feel it—he couldn’t be allowed to comfortably orchestrate plays in the pocket. At the same time, they needed to remain calm and intelligent, making full use of their strength.
Because the Kansas City Chiefs still had Li Wei.
When Li Wei was on the field, no one could ignore his presence.
Donald’s eyes flashed with a sharp light, focused and calm. Despite his chest heaving like bellows, his concentration had hit its peak.
First and ten.
The Kansas City Chiefs surprisingly continued with their double running back tactic. Damien and Li Wei were both on the field. Damien lined up as a fullback behind Mahomes, while Li Wei stood parallel to Mahomes in a shotgun formation.
In other words, the Kansas City Chiefs still kept the possibility of Li Wei serving as a fourth receiving option, providing even more variations for their offensive tactics.
Facing Reid in the head coach position, one always needed to think more and execute decisively.
Donald shut out all distractions, fully focused. His scorching and heavy breathing roared in his eardrums, reminding him of his fatigue, but his blood was boiling instead, adrenaline pumping nonstop.
“Attack!”
Mahomes called the snap.
At the first moment, the Los Angeles Rams defense surged forward.
Everyone!
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All eleven defensive players charged forward without exception. Every angle, every corner, piled on the pressure, creating a relentless wave of force that bore down on Mahomes.
The pressure, alarms blaring at the highest level.
Truth and deception intertwined, deception and truth mingled. Though everyone knew the Los Angeles Rams couldn’t really send every player on a full-out blitz, the key to the tactic was confusion, making it impossible for the quarterback to judge:
Who’s blitzing and who’s faking?
Within the oncoming wave of pressure, the Rams defense executed a second wave of reactions—some continued blitzing, some retreated for man coverage, and others actively repositioned. In the blink of an eye, it was impossible to clearly distinguish each move.
Among them, Donald led the front.
Bull rush, break through, stab forward.
The motion was still seamless. In his peripheral vision, Donald caught the Chiefs’ offensive adjustments: Li Wei moving to catch the ball, Mahomes retreating further to create space, and Damien acting as a sixth offensive lineman.
It was equally dazzling and hard to predict. The Kansas City Chiefs offense brought out dynamic play designs once again, trying to extend their dominance near the Red Zone.
However, Donald was unmoved.
The blood was boiling.
Donald surged forward. Damien charged at him head-on, carrying an air of suicidal determination, his gaze betraying a glimpse of ruthless ferocity; but Donald shifted half a step left, sidestepping the lineup, and, with a shoulder-to-shoulder collision, exploded into a second bull rush.
A hit, a slam.
Damien felt his entire right shoulder dislocate, completely losing sensation. The next second, he was sent spiraling into the storm like a kite with a broken string.
His soul was on fire.
Donald didn’t pause for a second, accelerating faster and charging harder, tsunami-like, unstoppable as he closed in on Mahomes.
Mahomes attempted a right spin, preparing to evade Donald, but was caught off guard. Donald didn’t bite on the fake and was waiting on Mahomes’ left side. He spread his arms wide, sealing off any escape route.
Too fast, too fast. Mahomes had no time to adjust.
Adrenaline surged.
Donald, like a blazing inferno, annihilated everything in his path.
“Sack!”
“Aaron Donald sacks Patrick Mahomes for the second time this game.”
“Tough! Tenacious! Relentless!”
“Donald gave Mahomes no chance.”
Springing back to his feet, Donald clenched his fists and spread his arms, letting out a thunderous roar—
Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!
Like Thor descending to earth.
Despite the fatigue, despite the energy drain, Donald kept burning with unyielding force, delivering another brilliant sack.
The Kansas City Chiefs’ meticulously planned offense was interrupted once again by Donald.
This was the ability of the league’s Defensive Player of the Year for two consecutive years.
The Los Angeles Rams fans inside the Mercedes-Benz Dome finally found their voice. Maybe an interception could shift possession of the ball, but no one could deny the morale boost a sack brought. Instantly, it reignited the energy of the fans, transforming the stadium into a Los Angeles Rams frenzy—
The neutral fans, like reeds swaying in the wind, almost effortlessly leaned entirely toward the Rams.
Not only that, but the rest of the Los Angeles Rams defense was also fired up, exhilarated as if rain had finally quenched a long drought, all celebrating the sack enthusiastically.
So, had the turning point in the game arrived?
