Power up, break free.
In the blink of an eye, Li Wei has already sprinted five yards, maybe even more.
Not only did he shake off Humphrey, but he also avoided Ferguson, turning into a red blur, sprinting with all his might.
Ferguson staggered and stumbled in an attempt to catch up, catching a glimpse of the number twenty-three, instinctively launching into a flying tackle, confident he could complete the tackle.
However, there was a gap between the scene in his mind and the actual situation; Ferguson lunged at nothing, his mouth full of grass clippings and dust.
Humphrey still didn't give up, relentlessly pursuing, dodging around Ferguson, sprinting at full speed, but the gap continued to widen.
Despairing.
The wind whistled by, Li Wei instantly entered sprint mode.
The forty-yard line, thirty-five-yard line, thirty-yard line, quickly turned into a stream of fading points behind his steps, with the burning red afterimage still hovering near the twenty-five-yard line.
