Chilo Rachal and Anthony Davis were slowly losing their positions. The entire passing pocket had collapsed, but neither of them gave up. They stubbornly held off their opponents, creating a gap between them and Lu Ke. This prevented the opponent from directly attacking Lu Ke, buying him a little more time, just a little more.

It was a life-or-death situation.

As a pocket quarterback, Lu Ke didn't hesitate for a moment and quickly ran out of the pocket. It was precisely this brief delay from Davis and Rachal, perhaps half a second, or maybe just a quarter of a second, that successfully created a narrow gap. Lu Ke's footsteps were light and agile as he weaved through the gap between the players, quickly pulling out to his right.

There were no defensive players on the right side, which meant no tackles, no blocks, and no collisions. It was a pure run with the ball. With a running ability rating of 71, it was still not considered top-tier, but without any opposition, Lu Ke's footsteps were steady and powerful. He moved sideways in an orderly fashion, as if he were in a footwork drill.

His speed didn't seem fast, but compared to the clumsiness and weight of the defensive line, Lu Ke's agility gave him an unimaginable advantage at this moment.

After he ran out of the pocket, all the offensive and defensive linemen quickly chased after him, trying to complete their next task. The defense wanted to stop Lu Ke from completing a pass, while the offense needed Lu Ke to complete a pass. All the players swarmed after Lu Ke.

But Lu Ke's steps gradually created distance between himself and the other players. The distance grew even wider. Compared to the slow and clumsy footsteps of the linebackers, cornerbacks, and safeties, Lu Ke's agility easily beat the defensive line. While running horizontally, Lu Ke did not relax his guard at all. His gaze, like that of a hawk, was fixed on the backfield, looking for a target to pass to.

All the players in his line of sight were quickly shifting their positions. Whether they were from the San Francisco 49ers or the Detroit Lions, everyone realized that this play was far from over. As he ran, Lu Ke's mind started to work quickly, searching for the position of every player and judging the open space of each one.

After running sideways for seven or eight yards, Lu Ke's footsteps paused. In his peripheral vision, he could see a cornerback quickly running back and another linebacker leaving the short passing area, trying their best to cover. The speeds of both players were at their maximum, and they were about to complete a tackle.

Lu Ke's footsteps made no adjustments. He took a step forward, and his right arm drew a semicircle. The muscles in his biceps instantly exploded, and with a heavy flick of his wrist, the football began to climb into the blue sky. The graceful arc was like a rainbow across the sky, thrilling and dangerous.

A legendary play, once again!

Logan and Ginn crossed paths, running in different directions, but under the Detroit Lions' zone defense, neither of them had a good position to catch the ball.

Looking up at the starting position of the offense, Logan saw the pocket being torn apart and Lu Ke, like a small boat caught in a fierce storm, in a precarious situation where even a sliver of hope was flickering.

In that split second, Logan made a judgment and a choice. He came to a sudden stop, forcefully shaking off the player covering him, causing the opponent to run past him because he couldn't stop in time. Then, with a turn, Logan started running toward Ginn's position. He kept looking back and waving his hand, his body turning forty-five degrees. He continuously adjusted his steps and made a gesture to catch the ball.

In an instant, Logan became the target. The two players standing in that area slightly shifted their center of gravity. As long as Lu Ke threw the ball to Logan, they would immediately team up to cover him.

At the same time, after entering the medium passing area, Ginn's footsteps began to slow down.

According to the plan, this was a short passing play. He and Logan were there to confuse the defense and to be ready to act. The real receivers were Crabtree and Vernon, so they needed to stay in the area where the short and medium passes connected to tie up the defensive players and to get ready to block and open up a path for Crabtree or Vernon to continue to advance after catching the ball.

Turning around, almost one after the other with Logan, Ginn also noticed the commotion on the offensive line. He immediately saw that Logan had changed his running route, which tied up the attention of the zone defensive players.

Ginn was slightly stunned for a moment. He didn't understand the change in the play. Compared to the chemistry between Logan and Lu Ke, Ginn was a step behind. But the momentary stunned was all it was. Ginn then saw Lu Ke running out of the pocket, and an alarm bell immediately went off in his head. Before his brain could even process it, his feet had already started sprinting forward.

It was almost an instinct.

He had only just started running when his peripheral vision caught a player in zone coverage, Chris Harris, quickly approaching and covering him.

The Lions' defense, which was in great form in the second half, truly had a keen sense and wasn't giving up any gaps. Ginn wasn't nervous at all. He sprinted forward, getting into a full-on sprint. He and Harris were like two bulls, colliding horns, not giving an inch and giving it their all.

In the fierce collision, Ginn's speed began to slow down, but the force of his legs pushing off the ground didn't weaken at all. In fact, it became more and more ferocious as he kept colliding with him.

Suddenly, without any warning, Ginn's shoulder dipped to the right, and his entire body's center of gravity sank. The stalemate was broken, and he could feel Harris behind him, falling over like a tumbling pole. Ginn then hunched over and took a big step forward, easily getting rid of the "sandbag" on his back. He then straightened up and increased his speed to the maximum.

Bang! The sound of Harris losing his balance and falling to the ground came from behind him. The gust of wind hit Ginn's calves and ankles, which made his feet speed up, and then speed up again.

The thirty-five-yard line, the thirty-yard line, the twenty-five-yard line, the twenty-yard line... In just a breath, Ginn quickly looked up and saw the football rapidly descending. As he expected, it was a deep pass made in a desperate situation. The same familiar recipe and taste, Lu Ke's deep pass was once again on display!

A super-long pass that crossed half the field, aimed at the red zone, and unreasonably penetrated the steel-forest-like defense, a fatal blow!

Ginn wasn't smug. Instead, he became even calmer and quickly made a judgment about the landing spot: it wasn't enough, it still wasn't enough. He needed to push forward a little more.

Turning his head, Ginn immediately saw Louis Delmas standing near the five-yard line.

As the safety responsible for coverage, Delmas was highly focused and wasn't slacking off in the slightest. He accurately caught on to Lu Ke's deep passing play, made a judgment about the landing spot early, and got into position to catch the ball. If Delmas successfully caught the ball, it would be an interception, an interception that could change the course of the game.

Because Delmas had moved early and was standing in the exact landing spot, it looked as if Lu Ke had intended to throw the ball to him from the start. This interception seemed to be a sure thing. In the Lions' dense defense and at a critical moment in the game, Lu Ke's pass was simply too risky.

There was no worry, no fear, no anxiety. Ginn's mind was blank, with only one thought: how to catch the ball?

In that split second of thinking, Ginn had already sprinted to near the ten-yard line. The landing spot of Lu Ke's pass should have been to his diagonal right, about six or seven yards away. But at this moment, the football was already rapidly descending, and Delmas had raised his hands high, ready to catch it with open arms.

There was no time.

He had just enough time to get there by running.

So, Ginn used the powerful momentum of his sprint to take a big step, and then another big step. The power of his sprint was at its maximum. Then, he stomped his right foot on the ground, and the power of his calf muscles exploded like a dam breaking. First, the horizontal force, and then the vertical force. Like a high jumper, his entire body broke free from the constraints of gravity and soared high, high into the air.

But the height of his jump still seemed to be not enough. As his body was suspended in the air, his legs, mimicking a frog, powerfully contracted and kicked. Like a ladder to the clouds, he elegantly and powerfully stretched out his body, forcefully adding a little more height to his jump. Then, he stretched his hands out as far as they could go, looking like a rocket that had just been launched, soaring higher and higher with a loud rumble.

In that split second, Delmas noticed the quickly approaching Ginn, so he jumped in place, unleashing the physical gifts of a black man without reservation. He raised his hands with all his might, trying to catch the football before Ginn.

And so, the two figures, who had jumped high, overlapped. One in front and one behind, they blocked the path of the falling football.

Just as everyone thought Delmas would successfully intercept the pass, Ginn's hands forcefully and dominantly blocked Delmas's hands and firmly grabbed the football. Delmas's hands were a quarter of a beat too slow and hit the football, but he was no longer able to control it. He could only watch as Ginn's large hands firmly wrapped around the football. There was nothing he could do.

"He's got it!"

Ginn's hands could clearly feel the sensation. The power in his palms firmly controlled the football, and he quickly pulled his arms back, holding the football tightly to his chest.

The next second, the call of gravity lifted the spell, and the heavy bodies began to fall faster. With a "bang," Ginn and Delmas both fell heavily to the ground.

Delmas's first reaction was to hit the football in Ginn's arms, praying that Ginn hadn't been able to control the football and that he could still break up the catch. But Ginn had curled up like a shrimp, protecting the football firmly in his arms and not moving a muscle.

The catch was successful!

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