"Go to hell!"
A fierce light flashed in Zhou Quan's eyes, he stepped forward to grab the opponent, and threw out a straight punch with his front hand. When he forced his opponent to dodge, he swept out with a fierce swing of his back hand.
Oakley had indeed practiced, and Zhou Quan's current athletic ability could only be considered average, and his punch speed was not very fast. By diving quickly, he avoided this heavy swing.
However, Zhou Quan forced his opponent into defense through continuous attacks, took advantage of the momentum to hit a combination of punches, and then hit a heavy hook with his left hand.
The full level of spatial imagination has brought his sense of space to the full level, and also improved his strike accuracy to the first-class level.
The most important thing in boxing is the control of space.
Whether it is striking or dodging, without good spatial control, you will be a target for punches.
This heavy hook with the left hand was struck under the premise of using a heavy swing to force the opponent to dive. It was a punch in a combination of punches. It was a prejudgment combination strike and was very precise.
"Bang!"
Oakley had just dived to avoid the heavy swing, and in the next moment, an iron fist came towards him, hitting him squarely on the chin.
"Well!"
The ferocious power of the punch hit his cerebellum instantly, and with a bang in his mind, all consciousness disappeared in an instant.
"Bang!"
He flipped backwards and collapsed, his mouth full of blood.
"oh?"
Madison Square Garden exclaimed, and countless people couldn't believe it.
"One punch KO?"
"God?"
In the ABC commentary box, Williams and Opp's eyes widened. Was one of the four villains, the ferocious Oakley, just knocked out like this?
"Iron Fist!"
After being reprimanded by Zhou Quan in public last time, Rodman and others learned their lesson this time and were about to rush forward. Unexpectedly, the battle was over and they were all stunned.
"Come on!"
When the conflict broke out, the silly John Starkton said hello and rushed forward.
"Shet!"
But when he rushed to Zhou Quan, Oakley was knocked out by a punch. When Iron Fist glanced at him with a pair of sharp eyes, he suddenly braked and stopped there. He was at a loss and panicked. What the hell? What reason could you find to run away?
Ewing and others were the same. They were all stunned for a moment. None of them dared to get close to Zhou Quan and avoid the tiger.
"Let's go too!"
When the conflict occurred, Anthony Mason, a muscular man on the Knicks bench, jumped up excitedly, roared, and ran onto the court. A staff member came up to stop him, but he knocked him over and then charged like a bull. Entered the venue.
However, just as he rushed into the arena, he saw Iron Fist knock out Oakley with one punch.
"Shet! Is the old oak so invincible? Forget it, let me do it. I want to defeat Iron Fist and become the ultimate murderer in New York."
He was not frightened and still rushed towards Zhou Quan.
When the conflict occurred, Pat Riley stood there calmly. He was very confident that Oakley and Ewing, as well as the muscleman Mason he specially brought back from Europe, could deal with the iron fist.
But he only allowed Mason to rush in, and the others were stopped.
But the next moment, his mouth dropped open because he saw Oakley fall.
"Let's go up and help!"
When the conflict occurred, on the Pistons side, the Smiling Assassin and Darnell Walker roared together and were about to charge forward.
"Believe in Iron Fist, don't be impulsive!"
Chuck Daly hurriedly stopped them.
The next moment, Zhou Quan knocked out Oakley with one punch. He quickly pointed to the court and said, "Look, what I said is right."
"There's another one," Darnell Walker shouted, pointing at the door panel man.
"Leave it to Iron Fist, he is a professional." Chuck Daly said calmly.
"Hey, stop."
Zhou Quan settled the conflict too quickly. It only took at most two seconds. By the time the referee reacted, the conflict was over. But then he saw another guy rushing in from the bench and quickly stood in front of him. He yelled angrily.
"call!"
Without paying any attention to it, Mason swept past the referee, rushed in front of Zhou Quan, and struck him head-on with an oil hammer.
With a height of two meters, a tonnage of 115 kilograms, and a bench press of 200 kilograms, he is described as as strong as an ox, which is very suitable. His arms as thick as elephant legs swung towards Zhou Quan's head. If he was hit, Zhou Quan would probably Was KOed on the spot.
Zhou Quan dodged instantly, relying on his full sense of space to dodge just a little. Mason's right fist grazed his nose and hit him in the air.
The less time it takes to dodge, the faster the counterattack will be. This is the advantage of maxed-out space sense.
The next moment, he slid left and came to Mason's front right side. At the same time, he twisted his waist and punched, and unleashed an unusually ferocious liver punch.
"Bang!"
Mason had played baseball and football, but he had never practiced boxing, and he did not have such good dodge skills. After hitting the ball in the air, he failed to dodge the punch and was hit squarely in the liver.
"Well!"
The moment he was hit, his body froze and he felt a sudden pain in his liver, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.
"Good guy!"
Zhou Quan was secretly shocked. This guy was too strong. He was hit in the liver and he reacted like this?
"Bang bang bang..."
The next moment, taking advantage of the opponent's body to freeze, he started to punch in a combination, hitting Mason's head continuously, making the opponent stunned for a moment.
"Bang!"
After Mason took three heavy punches, he collapsed.
"ah!"
The Pistons roared with excitement.
"Shh!"
There were loud boos from Madison Square Garden.
"Useless trash, if you can't fight it, don't fight it."
"Oakley, stand up and keep fighting."
"Hey, that door panel man, don't pretend to be dead, get on with Iron Fist Gang, don't embarrass us New Yorkers."
Countless New York fans stood up and cursed angrily.
Zhou Quan stood on the spot, with Oakley and Anthony Mason at his feet. He looked down at the audience. When he saw the referee, a gentle smile appeared on his face and said: "Sir, they struck first, I was forced to Fight back.”
The referee smiled bitterly. It only took a few seconds to knock out two people. With such fighting ability, why don't you go to professional boxing?
In the ABC commentary box, Williams shook his head and said: "Mason is very strong, but he is not a professional boxer, nor is he an amateur. He has not trained his neck specifically, and his ability to resist beatings is not good."
Op smiled and said: "Look at Iron Fist's neck. It's specially trained. It's as thick as his head. It shouldn't be a problem for him to take a few heavy blows."
Williams laughed: "So Oakley only took one punch, and Mason only took three punches, but the Iron Fist was invincible on the NCAA hockey rink."
No matter how Zhou Quan explained, he was eventually sent off.
Of course, Oakley and Anthony Mason were also ejected.
Zhou Quan walked into the players' tunnel, saw Oakley and Mason being helped in, and immediately greeted them.
"Iron Fist, it doesn't count this time. Next time we have an arm wrestling match." Mason shouted quickly.
"You are quite smart." Zhou Quan said angrily.
Mason smiled proudly, I'm a top student, do you think I'm a muscular guy like you? If it weren't for the sake of fame, would I go crazy and fight with you?
Zhou Quan ignored Mason, came to Oakley, and asked with a smile: "Old bird, you were not satisfied just now, I will give you a chance, now continue?"
A fierce light flashed in Oakley's eyes. The effect of the punch just now was almost gone, and he growled in a low voice: "Okay, just come, don't worry!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he punched the air.
When Mason saw it, he stepped back and made it clear that he would not interfere.
