Richard Sherman clenched his teeth tightly, mobilizing all his speed, power, and balance to free himself from Kelsey and vie for the best position. He neither stopped nor compromised, instead sprinting towards that red number twenty-three with inertia and explosiveness:
Speed? Explosive strength? He wasn't lacking either!
One step!
Two steps!
In just two steps, Sherman was already staggering towards Li Wei, with no time to adjust his balance or steps, simply stumbling wholeheartedly to leap forward, attempting to pile his strength and inertia on top of his body weight, using himself as a weapon to complete the collision.
Imminent!
As Sherman and Li Wei were on the verge of a head-on collision, in that split second, without time to distinguish in detail, Li Wei straightened his knees and stood tall, switching the football to his left hand at some point, raising his right hand, and extending his arm towards Sherman's position.
Straight Arm Block!
