"Damn it."

Lu Ke subconsciously cursed. A huge pulling force came from his ankle, as if a truck had slammed into his left calf. The full-force impact was so fierce that it destroyed the balance of his entire center of gravity. His upper body began to lean forward, and his steps became wobbly.

At the end of the third second, the "Absolute Footwork" skill had cooled down, and he returned to a state of self-control. He had to stumble to control his center of gravity and his steps, to avoid falling flat on his face. The unsightly posture was one thing, but the end of the drive was the most fatal part.

Clenching his teeth, he still refused to surrender. Lu Ke's entire center of gravity had been lost, and his body began to spin uncontrollably, like a spinning top. He was originally facing the sideline, but after a one-hundred-eighty-degree turn, he was now facing away from the sideline. To make matters worse, his entire body was still leaning back.

Despite this, Lu Ke's mind remained fully focused and calm, tirelessly searching for a passing target.

"Found it!"

In the nick of time, as the building was about to collapse, Lu Ke saw a passing target in an open area of the field. He raised his right hand high and, with an incredibly awkward posture, swung horizontally, exerting force horizontally. His arm strength instantly exploded, and he pushed the football out with a sweeping motion like a windshield wiper!

Before he could even complete the passing motion, Lu Ke fell heavily to the ground, looking incredibly clumsy.

But now, Lu Ke didn't have time to worry about his personal image. He stared intently at the curve of the football as it was thrown. His heart's beating suddenly stopped, and even the noise of the stadium completely disappeared. The whole world was quiet, and all he could see was the flying football.

The moment the football left his fingertips, Lu Ke clenched his teeth. With such an awkward motion, there was no way he could control the pass. The direction and power of the pass were fine, but the landing point was incredibly off. It could almost be said that he had lost control. Everything was unknown. Even Lu Ke himself didn't know where the ball would go.

...

"Danger! Danger! The Detroit Lions have surprisingly chosen a quarterback blitz, and the San Francisco 49ers just so happened to choose a screen pass play. In the tactical mismatch, two linebackers broke through the offensive line's block and attacked Lu Ke. The 49ers' offensive line, which has been playing incredibly well today, is now facing a serious misjudgment."

Kirk's shoulders and arm muscles were completely tensed up. Before he even realized it, his hands had clenched into fists. The feeling of tension and excitement completely detonated his adrenaline. He could only watch as the San Francisco 49ers opened their door wide, inviting the opposing defensive players to invade the pocket. The offense was immediately thrown into a crisis.

"He avoided the tackle! The San Francisco 49ers' rookie quarterback Lu Ke avoided a sure-fire tackle from Tulloch! The drive continues! The 49ers' drive continues! A second time! My goodness, Lu Ke escaped the tackle a second time! Levy's powerful tackle couldn't keep up with Lu Ke's footsteps and missed this crucial tackle. The 49ers' drive is saved!"

The hoarse shouting revealed Kirk's excitement and thrill at this moment. He widened his eyes and held his breath, fearing that a single blink would make him miss the excitement on the field. He was so focused that his body involuntarily began to slowly stand up, instinctively wanting to get closer and closer to that green field. It seemed as if by doing so, he could feel the suffocating adrenaline firsthand.

"But at a crucial moment, Levy got a hold of Lu Ke's ankle. This caused Lu Ke to lose his balance, and his footwork was completely disrupted. In the midst of stumbling, Lu Ke completed the pass. My goodness, just before he fell, Lu Ke completed the pass! But who is the target..."

Kirk's words came to an abrupt halt. His eyes were fixed on the football as it flew through the air in a flat arc. It was as if all sixty thousand-plus spectators in the stadium were holding their breath, staring at that small football, looking for a receiver.

...

After the snap, with just a five-yard sprint, Logan Newman entered the short-passing area. Like a fish in water, he quickly began to run, using unpredictable routes to completely disrupt the opponent's zone defense. But soon, Logan noticed the chaos in the pocket. The screen pass play was completely messed up, and the entire offense was suddenly on edge.

The previous play was now completely useless, but Logan didn't hesitate. His eyes immediately fell on Lu Ke.

Logan knew his best friend. Lu Ke would never give up on a passing attempt until the last moment, until it was a dead ball, until all hope was lost.

It was just like during their regular team practices before. The coach would set up a pocket short-passing drill. The defense would put heavy pressure and tear open the pocket, forcing Lu Ke out of the pocket. In theory, once he left the pocket, the drill was over. But Lu Ke was different. He would still maintain his steady footwork, search for a passing target, and eventually connect with Logan to complete the pass.

Today was the same.

So, Logan's eyes were fixed on Lu Ke, and his feet subconsciously moved in sync, moving to the left. But it was truly too crowded in his line of sight. The offensive line, the defensive line, the defensive secondary. All the players were piled together, completely cutting off the line of sight between the passer and the receiver.

So, Logan skillfully began to move his feet toward a deep route, pulling away a little more, and a little more. He believed that Lu Ke could definitely catch his running position. Logan had unconditional trust in his friend.

He moved back, and then back again. His vision gradually became clear, and then he saw Lu Ke, who had narrowly avoided the tackle. Logan's heart skipped a beat, and he even lost his sense of his position on the field. It wasn't until he saw Chris Harris's figure in his line of sight that Logan realized he had entered the backfield area defended by the safety.

Turning his head, Logan quickly scanned the field. Louis Delmas was on the right side of the field and was moving forward quickly, advancing to the medium-pass area and aiming for Ted Ginn. Chris Harris was hovering three or four yards away from him, while also splitting his attention to defend both Logan and Ginn, taking care of the left and middle areas.

With one scan, Logan made a judgment. Then he looked at the stumbling Lu Ke again. A bell rang in his head. He instantly started, instantly exploded, and began to sprint to the left without any warning. This action immediately alerted Harris, who followed him step by step.

However, there was already some distance between the two players. Coupled with the time difference in their starts, this created a bigger gap between the two players.

Even so, Harris's speed was incredibly fast. He could clearly see that as a safety, Harris's talent in terms of speed and explosiveness was far superior to Logan's. In a one-on-one matchup, Harris could easily gain the upper hand.

With the initial burst, the distance between the two of them was slightly extended. The three or four-yard space suddenly became five or six yards. But with just a single breath, Harris had already caught up and was continuously eating into Logan's lead.

But for a pass, this little bit of time was enough.

Logan completely ignored Harris behind him. His eyes were fixed on the football flying toward him. The football's spin was violently shaking, showing that Lu Ke had lost control when he released it, and the entire arc and landing point were far from normal.

However, this was not a problem for Logan. With full concentration, he quickly made a judgment in his mind and then stretched out his hands straight. With a diving posture, he fiercely pounced toward the football.

He had only one thought in his mind: catch the ball!

Logan's body was completely stretched out. His arms and legs were extended to their limits. He leaped into the air and flew horizontally, like a glider soaring without wind. His fingertips could even feel the trajectory of the strong wind passing by like flowing water. Then, breaking through the obstruction, he placed his hands between the football and the ground, firmly putting the football in his pocket before it could land.

Then, he hugged it tightly, landed on his shoulder, and, like a diver jumping off a cliff, burrowed into the green "water surface."

Splash!

...

"Logan Newman! Lu Ke's target is Logan Newman! The number eighty-eight tight end, currently the San Francisco 49ers' number one receiver. It seems that in such a crisis, only one player, Newman, understood Lu Ke's passing intention. As expected, Lu Ke also accurately found Newman and tried to complete the pass!"

"The passing power and angle seem to be a bit irregular. The control of the landing point is far from what was expected. Newman doesn't seem like he can make it! Wait, wait! Newman, with a diving motion, leaps into the air. Using gravity and the momentum of his run, he forcefully accelerates and catches the football in his arms in an incredible manner.

Harris, who was trying to get tight coverage, completely missed his rhythm. He's too late! He's too late! Newman has completed the catch! My goodness, Logan Newman, with the posture of a fish leaping over the dragon's gate, catches the football just before it hits the ground with a hair's breadth of an advantage! My goodness, they did it! Lu Ke successfully completed the pass, and Logan Newman successfully completed the catch! My goodness!"

The entire broadcast studio was buzzing. Kirk couldn't contain his excitement and jumped up, shouting into the microphone:

"This is... this is a forty-six-yard pass! Unbelievable! This is simply too unbelievable! In a crisis, Lu Ke overcame the impossible and the laws of physics to throw a forty-six-yard long pass, and it was caught by his most trusted receiver, Logan Newman! They've pushed into the opponent's twenty-one-yard line in one fell swoop! Unbelievable! This is truly too unbelievable!"

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