Chapter 28 Liver punch

Style: Gaming Author: Dong WangyiWords: 2363Update Time: 24/01/19 02:46:02
At the beginning of the game, Stockton taught Zhou Quan a lesson and suddenly stole his ball with a fierce steal. Fortunately, he followed closely and did not let his opponent counterattack.

"Too careless!"

Zhou Quan immediately learned his lesson. His performance against Stockton in the first quarter made him a little disappointed.

Stockton moved to the top of the arc again to organize the offense.

The postman came up to set up a pick-and-roll. Zhou Quan was prepared for Stockton to use the wall to break through. He retreated early and did not follow up, but Stockton suddenly shot a three-pointer from the top of the arc.

"brush!"

The water splashed and he hit a three-pointer.

This three-pointer taught Zhou Quan another lesson.

Knowing that Stockton's three-point shooting percentage this season has reached a terrible 40.7%, why not keep up?

"Zhou, watch your people closely."

Chuck Daly also roared at him from the sidelines.

45:47, Pistons attack.

Stockton switched defense to guard Joe Dumars, but Zhou Quan forced him back through the pick-and-roll, and then singled him out, giving him a headache.

After seven falls in the first quarter, the pain in his body was still there, so he had to lower his defensive intensity. But this time, Zhou Quan got more room to move.

Taking the opportunity to rush into the paint area, he turned around and was about to rush in through the narrow gap next to the postman. He saw the postman's movements. As the postman turned around, he waved his right elbow towards his head.

He is nearly 20 centimeters shorter than the postman. In fact, when he is leaning over to dribble, the height of his head is on the postman's chest and abdomen. He should not be able to see the postman's elbow movements, but that was before, and now he can see it. .

With a full level of spatial imagination, he was equipped with a celestial eye. Except behind him, his sight was everywhere, seemingly from countless angles.

When the postman turned around and waved his elbow, he captured some movements on the postman's body through his sight. His full spatial imagination instantly established a series of visual models of the postman in his brain, and it was a full-body visual model. He knew it very well. He saw the postman waving his elbow at him.

This is the power of full-level panoramic vision. Even if you only see part of something, you can still build a complete visual model in your brain based on certain visual fragments.

With a sudden thought, he dived down instantly, and with a whoosh, the postman's right elbow brushed against his scalp.

"What the hell!"

Zhou Quan threw the ball away and pushed the postman's chest with both hands. The postman, who had a higher center of gravity and lacked strength in his lower body, was unprepared and was pushed to the ground.

"In a one-on-one fight, get out of here!"

Zhou Quan shouted sharply at the knights who were about to surround him.

"asshole!"

The postman was furious, got up and was about to pounce on him.

"oh!"

A conflict suddenly broke out on the field, and all the fans in the field screamed.

At this time, the clip started to play back on the hanging screen, and the scene of the postman trying to elbow Zhou Quan appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

At the same time, Zhou Quan dodged the postman's attack while dodging sideways, and pushed him again with both hands, almost knocking him down again.

He was about to take advantage of his unstable center of gravity and pounce when Mark Eaton hugged him from behind.

"Bang!"

He reacted quickly, and when he kicked down, Mark Eaton screamed and sat on the floor holding his feet.

Fortunately, the postman took the opportunity to rush over, but Zhou Quan narrowly avoided it.

The Jazz didn't follow the rules of duels, but no one from the Pistons came to help, and no one dared to approach the postman.

Rodman stood frozen under the basket, Ulrich cowered, and Joe Dumars shouted to the referee: "Sir, go up and stop the mailman."

The referee just wants to curse. He is a basketball referee, not an experienced boxing referee who is not afraid of death. Now that two people are in a ball, how can they dare to rush forward?

He just stood aside and shouted sternly: "Stop it, or you will be kicked out immediately. I will do what I say.

"Shh!"

At this moment, huge boos erupted from the Palace of Auburn Hills.

"Fuck him! He just elbowed Iron Fist."

"Go ahead and kill that villain."

Countless Pistons fans saw the scene of the postman elbowing Zhou Quan. At this time, they waved their fists angrily and roared towards the court.

The postman threw out his right fist. Zhou Quan quickly dived down, then slid sideways and came to the right front side of the postman. When the postman's right fist was empty and his right rib was wide open, he hit him in the liver with a fierce punch to the abdomen. department.

There are only fragile ribs with no muscle protection, which is an important area for boxers to strike. Tyson is best at luring his opponent to hit the air, and then use side slide + hook to hit this area.

In fact, he learned this skill from Tyson's fighting style.

His spatial imagination has been raised to the full level, allowing his control of space to reach a first-class level. If it weren't for his physical inability to keep up, he should be able to reach the top level, and his striking accuracy has also been improved to a first-class level.

Blows naturally include blows in boxing fights.

In the last fight in the locker room, he knocked down Thomas with the first punch. He originally intended to hit the liver with that punch, but he missed it. Thomas got up and hugged him later, causing him great pain. Beaten by John Salley and Aguirre.

But now, his striking accuracy has improved to the first-class level. With this punch, he hit the liver very accurately.

"Uh-oh!"

The postman howled miserably, and his ribs suddenly hurt like cracks, but the more severe pain came from the liver protected by the ribs. The pain caused him to fall directly to the ground, rolling on the floor in pain, and he lost his fighting ability.

Zhou Quan was not sure whether the shot had hit his liver. He went up to check on the postman to see if he needed to make up for it. The referee hugged his waist, and then other staff rushed up to block him. the front.

"Beep beep beep..."

The referee's whistle sounded continuously and the game was interrupted.

"Good guy!"

Thomas, the Smiling Assassin, was in a great mood, and his whole body was shaking with excitement. If he hadn't been sitting in the audience, he would have already rushed to fight.

Next to him, Ranbir looked at the postman on the floor, a little timid. He knew that he would not dare to provoke such a vicious person, but this kind of vicious person was knocked down by Iron Fist with one punch. He couldn't help but feel guilty for beating Iron Fist in the first place. Courageous and proud.

On the court, Zhou Quan swept away Rodman, Ulrich and the others, the gentle aura on his body was swept away, and he shouted fiercely:

"What are you weaklings afraid of? With me standing in front, if he dares to take action, just fuck him. If he dares to cause trouble on the Pistons' territory, we must let him understand that in the Palace of Auburn Hills, even if he is a tiger, he must Lie down at our feet.

You cowards, you had the courage to let Jordan bleed, but don’t you have the courage to let the postman bleed? "

Rodman's and others' eyes shrank, and they instantly remembered the scene of Zhou Quan beating down four of Laimbeer alone, and the postman who made them fear like a tiger was already lying on the floor. With such a fierce man waiting for a fight, what should they be afraid of?

They couldn't help but feel brave, and they all walked behind Zhou Quan.

"well said!"

At this time, Chuck Daly on the sidelines and Thomas the Smiling Assassin in the audience roared excitedly.

"This is our rookie, the Iron Fist Slayer, the most powerful executioner in the NCAA, the future leader of our Pistons, the toughest leader."

roared the bearded John Rowes with excitement.

"Iron Fist! Iron Fist! Iron Fist..."

All the Pistons fans in the audience also cheered in unison.

Suddenly, Zhou Quan became the representative of toughness in the minds of these fans, and his impression points skyrocketed.