Worst!

The lateral run of the twenty-seventh, the rise and fall of the hand of the fourteenth, and the eighty-eight who had just passed by, the three movements were coherent, and in an instant, like lightning slashing across the sky, illuminated Pierre Paul's entire brain: it was a short pass tactic, he could no longer take care of the eighty-eight and fourteen at this time, but at least, he could stop the twenty-seven's catch.

The instinctive/instinctive judgment and reaction of the professional player, Pierre Paul forced the emergency brake, but it was too late to start a second time, and he could only make a leap on the spot and quickly pounced in the direction of the twenty-seventh.

Almost reflexively defensively, the center of gravity was adjusted and the fish jumped in the first place, Pierre Paul actually hit the thigh position of the twenty-seventh and narrowly enough, and then the gravitational pull and impact became chaotic, and the two men fell into a mess and rolled on the grass.

"Well done!"

Pierre Paul secretly clenched his fists and cheered for himself, but at the end of the whole world, when he looked up, he saw a rugby ball sliding high across the sky, outlining a thrilling rainbow in the gloomy gray drizzle, Pierre Paul's pupils couldn't help but widen to the extreme:

What's going on? Didn't the fourteenth already pass the ball just now? Isn't rugby already shot? What's the deal with this lagging flight? Why is rugby just reaching its head now? And it's still rising? This, this doesn't make sense! Wait, isn't it...... Could it be ......

Pierre-Paul slammed the lawn hard and blurted out foul words, "Grass! ”

……

Adjust your pace.

This is the first step after kick-off, Lu Ke stood in the pocket, while adjusting the footsteps, while opening the field of vision, the entire court is in full view, from right to left, the position and alignment of the four receiving players are clear at a glance; Then, half a beat slower, Lu Ke noticed the ninety defensive end on the right side advancing by leaps and bounds.

The scores for left-sided and right-sided perceptions are still too low.

In just half a beat of space, No. 90 had already entered the field of vision, and the ferocious impact momentum burst out with a sharp and arrogant ambition.

In an instant, Lu Ke's pupils narrowed slightly, and the thoughts in his mind not only did not panic, but became more and more calm, capturing the shaking of the center of gravity of the other party's shoulder, and seemed to be guarding against Marcus's counterpoint dismantling, all of which happened in a millisecond instant, and Lu Ke didn't have time to judge right and wrong, so he responded reflexively.

While shouting, "7! 7！ 7！ This is the No. 7 running line, signaling Marcus to give up the block and instead pull a short pass to answer the line.

While taking a step, quickly moving sideways in the opposite direction, opening up space and avoiding lightning and flint, Marcus was not able to understand the tactics.

In the interval between the rapid movement of his feet, Lu Ke had no time to think, everything happened too fast, just following the instinct/ability of tactical awareness, like a beast-like intuition, he quickly raised his right hand, pulled his arm in the direction of Marcus's running, and made a passing action.

At the moment of the shot, the peripheral vision captured the positions of Marcus and Logan, as well as the position of Jean, the intricate and huge information, extremely clear and vividly presented in his mind, the instantaneous brake of the wrist, slightly twisted the body, the arms continued to stretch back a little, and the entire bowstring was completely pulled into a full moon.

Draw the bow, shoot the eagle.

The arm waved quickly, the wrist was quickly adjusted, the point of incidence at the moment of the shot changed the angle, and the entire parabola was pulled out high and far, and the delicate change control, from the arm to the wrist, from the waist to the foot, the transmission of power was integrated, as if the six-vein divine sword finally opened up the second pulse of Ren Du, and everything became coherent.

"Whoosh."

With a crisp and neat sound of breaking the air, the rugby ball slid across the sky, like a sharp sword cutting through the gloomy sky, turning into a bright golden light, and the whole world became bright, rushing towards the far-reaching area with great momentum, and the momentum of the passing burst out with a terrifying force, although it was a rainbow pass, it was comparable to a cannonball.

In an instant, the audience was watching!

……

"Attack!"

Ted Jean kicked the ground with both feet, activated in an instant, exploded in an instant, and the whole person flew straight out.

Already on the outside, Jean sprinted towards the touchline this time, a small diagonal run that opened up a certain gap in the unusual way, and Derek Martin, the number 22 defender who was defending him, seemed a little hesitant.

Martin's footsteps are constantly stepping back, but instead of following Jean's steps to the outside, he adjusts his defensive center of gravity while watching the quarterback's passing movements, and the entire defensive center of gravity still falls on the short pass area, constantly watching Logan's line pull.

Opportunity!

Jean jerked up his speed, spurred along the sideline, crossed the 40-yard line in an instant, and continued to advance towards the half-court; At this point, Martin seemed to finally realize that something was wrong, and his retreating steps began to turn, looking back at the moon and following Jean's footsteps.

The time difference between the previous and the second responds creates a larger difference in acceleration.

Jean's whole person was like a tornado, whistling across the half-court line, creating a space of about five yards to catch the ball in a short time, and then adjusting the big stride to small broken steps, constantly adjusting his running rhythm and center of gravity, raising his right hand high, signaling Lu Ke that he had pulled out of the gap.

Sure enough, in the next second, Lu Ke's pass had already been shot.

Jean raised his head, his eyes firmly locked on the flight curve of the rugby ball, and after his brain made a rough judgment, he immediately activated it a second time.

In this little respite, Martin had already made his way to the race, and the gap of five yards was quickly wiped out; But just when the two were about to collide, Jean took a step ahead, started and accelerated again, like a gust of wind, stunned Martin to pounce and continue to accelerate along the sideline.

By inertia, he slowed down for half a beat, and Martin began to chase after Jean.

But Jean, who had always been firmly in the ascendancy, ran faster and faster, and the advantage of short-range explosiveness was on full play, and the sound of the wind could be heard in his ears, and as he was about to cross the 40-yard line, the No. 34 safety guard Deon-Grant (Deon-Grant) could already be caught on the left-hand side trying to make up for the defense.

Martin and Grant are both safety guards, the former is a strong guard, more strong, corresponding to the strong side where the near end is located, so his defensive attention just now is more focused on Logan, but speed is not an advantage; The latter is a ranger, more flexible, speed is a strength, and is responsible for filling in at the back.

All the information flashed through Jean's mind quickly.

Just five yards, just after crossing the 35-yard line, Jean began to adjust his center of gravity and footwork, and the speed still did not slow down, but more control, and then turned slightly sideways, raised his head, and could clearly see that the rugby ball was falling rapidly, and the small broken steps quickly completed the rhythm of the final moments.

"Smack".

There was no doubt that the standard shuttle ball landed lightly in Jean's arms.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Jean always feels that Lu Ke's long pass control this time is more accurate and more delicate, he is running at high speed, but he doesn't need to make any adjustments, so he completes the ball steadily and easily. The whole pass and catch is done in one go, as if you are stepping on the same breath.

This perfect and natural catch is really comfortable!

But at the moment, Jean didn't have time to think about it, because the push wasn't over yet.

After receiving the ball, the footsteps do not need to be adjusted at all, the center of gravity and speed are also maintained at a constant speed, and then the power of the calf kick begins to increase, and the whole speed is like a rocket propulsion, reaching the highest point in an instant, and sprinting forward strongly.

Behind him, Martin could vaguely see the fingertips stretched out with all his might, but before he could touch Jean's uniform, he accelerated again to widen the distance, and this time he didn't need to control the speed, Jean showed his potential unreservedly, and the space between the two people was growing little by little.

Beside him, Grant ran on top of the parallel line, and he ran a small diagonal line in an attempt to complete the collision directly in front of him in such a way that he intercepted Jean's footsteps; But Jean's pace had reached its extreme, and Grant was already half a beat behind in a side-by-side state, let alone overtaking.

Grant gritted his teeth and sprinted up, only to see that Jean's speed seemed to have entered the last ten meters of the 100-meter sprint, and in a trance, there was only an afterimage left in front of him, and before he had time to stretch out his palm to find a defensive target, the two people staggered like this, and Grant had no chance at all.

Run, Jean is just running selflessly.

There are no distractions in my mind, just like Forrest Gump, purely running, enjoying the pleasure/feeling brought by stepping on the feet and kicking the ground, after the speed is increased to the extreme, the muscles begin to burn, and the continuous outpouring of adrenaline becomes the best fuel, and the whole person just steps on the hot wheels and roars into the end area that is close at hand!

Jean knew that no one could stop him. At this moment, he is the son of the wind, he is the absolute overlord on the court, he is the king of the world who dominates this game, when the footsteps sprint into the end zone, he still did not stop, open his arms, embraced the wind, regardless of the sprint towards the photojournalists at the end of the end zone, and finally, stopped in front of the audience, embracing this sea of red.

Listen, it's a cry of surrender from the world.

Touchdown, success.