In Los Angeles in September, the average temperature is about 20 degrees, with a maximum temperature of 25 to 6 degrees and a minimum temperature of 17 to 18 degrees at night.
At six o'clock in the evening, the Great Western Forum Arena was already overcrowded, the air conditioning was turned on, and the temperature in the arena reached 267 degrees.
Rich people from all over the world gathered, Hollywood stars and supermodels were everywhere, and the entire Great Western Forum Arena was glittering with stars.
At seven o'clock, the first back-up game starts.
This was a twelve-round cruiserweight contest, with a KO in the seventh round. After 7:30, it was Zhou Quan’s turn to compete with Larry Johnson.
"Iron Fist, we only have ten minutes, we can go out." Boxing coach Hans said to Zhou Quan.
"OK."
Zhou Quan stood up, and his assistant put a red cloak on him.
Same thing with Larry Johnson.
In the huge Great Western Forum arena, the lights suddenly went out, and then two spotlights turned on. The bright lampposts pointed at the exit, and the eyes of more than 20,000 boxing fans also looked towards the exit.
The host's high-pitched voice sounded: "Oh, ladies and gentlemen, the second back-up match is about to begin. Now let us welcome the red boxers.
A famous college sports star from UCLA, the number one ice hockey executioner from the NCAA, an Iron Fist massacre, a Detroit murderer from the NBA Pistons, a golfer, a gentleman who is passionate about charity activities, week after week... …right! "
"boom!"
The people in Los Angeles were very impressive and gave Zhou Quan a huge shout-out.
Amid the overwhelming shouts, Zhou Quan's adrenaline was surging and he rushed out of the players' tunnel.
He kept making hitting movements, making the shouts get louder and louder.
When he came under the ring, took off his cloak, and revealed his soft naked body, the shouts at the scene reached their peak.
"Xiao Zhou, come on." Zhang Lili, who was sitting in the best seat, stood up and shouted loudly.
Next to him were Assassin and Joe Dumars. Rodman was sitting not far away, sitting with Madonna.
Jordan and the others were not far away. When he saw Zhou Quan's upper body, his eyes couldn't help but shrink.
From Zhou Quan's upper body muscle lines, he could tell that this kid must have done strength training, and his muscles have become more explosive. The thicker lower limbs also let him understand that Zhou Quan must be faster.
In other words, he should have a more powerful opponent in the new season.
At this time, almost all NBA players were looking at Zhou Quan in front of the TV, some envious and some jealous.
"Now let us welcome the black boxer, the No. 1 pick from the NBA in 1991, aunt, Larry Johnson!"
"Auntie, auntie, auntie, auntie..."
Jordan and others also shouted very hard.
"Ha ha……"
The audience who came were all boxing fans and were not that familiar with Larry Johnson. When they heard this nickname, countless people burst into laughter.
"..."
Larry Johnson heard the laughter in the audience and felt extremely ashamed. For the first time, he felt that his nickname was a piece of shit.
Hearing the laughter from the boxing fans, Jordan couldn't stop shouting. After sitting down, he cursed: "What a bullshit nickname! Who gave him this name?"
The postman also looked at Oakley worriedly and said, "Charles, your nickname of Old Oak doesn't work very well! Why don't you change it to another one now?"
Dameng immediately expressed his support and said with a disgusted look on his face: "Old Oak, Old Oak, you are just as shit as Auntie. I think you changed it to the Killing King of Detroit, isn't it, the Killing King of New York?"
Oakley's old face turned blue and he said in a low voice: "You can't change your nickname if I just say it, right?"
"From now on, you will be called the New York Killer King." Jordan agreed.
"Ah owe! Ah owe..."
Anthony Mason, who was watching TV in front of the TV, sneezed several times in succession. He never thought that the nickname he had prepared would be snatched away by the boss Oakley.
At 7:40, Zhou Quan and Larry Johnson had already entered the ring. After the referee announced some important rules to them, he asked them to wear protective gear.
Zhou Quan sat on a stool at the corner of the pillar, and his assistant began to apply Vaseline on his face and body. Coach Hans gave him final tactical guidance.
Hans stared at Zhou Quan and said in a very firm tone: "Listen up, Iron Fist, using your top-notch space control ability and top-notch striking ability, you can easily kill him. Iron Fist, I have no other requirements for you, at most Knock him out in three rounds.”
Zhou Quan opened his mouth, bit the mouthguard handed over by his assistant, and nodded to Hans.
"Can you win?"
In the stands to the west, there were several male spectators in neat suits, all middle-aged Chinese. One of the leaders said with some worry.
"I don't know, Ambassador Lin. I didn't expect that this young man can not only play ice hockey and basketball, but also golf and boxing. He is an all-round sportsman!"
"I don't know why the sports committee considered it and did not recruit him into the national team. This time the men's basketball team lost all seven games and played too poorly."
"We have no control over this matter, and he studied in the United States after graduating from high school. He was not from a sports school. I don't think the sports committee may know about him."
Several people came from the Consulate General in Los Angeles. Ambassador Lin had just returned from his work report in China and was transiting in Los Angeles. He came across this game and stayed here specially.
Now Zhou Quan should be the most famous and influential domestic athlete in the United States. This influence is pure and has no other colors. They have long paid attention to it.
At 7:45, the referee signaled the two to stand up. Zhou Quan and Larry Johnson stood up, and their respective coaches and assistants went off the stage.
The two stood opposite each other, both staring at their opponent with sharp and determined eyes.
"The first round is about to begin!"
In the live broadcast of ESPN TV, host Tom Hicks shouted excitedly: "Let's see who is more powerful, Iron Fist Slayer or Big Mom!"
"Compared with nicknames, the aunt's flattery is not as good as the Detroit Slayer King and the Iron Fist Slayer." Partner Lewis joked.
"when!"
Then the bell rang for the first round.
"Box!"
With a loud shout, the stage manager's right hand in the middle quickly moved downwards, and at the same time he stepped back.
Larry Johnson has been holding his breath. From the time he was beaten half-conscious by Zhou Quan in the regular season, from the time he was beaten on the court to off the court, until now, he has been holding his breath so hard that he is almost depressed.
He suffered losses in fights, appearance fees, and attention. Even the treatment he received when he appeared was far less than that of Zhou Quan. He was just like a foil. Now that the boxing match has begun, he will use all his skills to win. To get all this back, he wants to win.
At the referee's command, he immediately jumped in, slid forward, thrust with his right fist, and suddenly delivered a swift jab.
Muhammad Ali is famous for his jab, which is his idol.
Zhou Quan didn't move his feet and just shook his head to let go of the punch. Larry Johnson's right fist grazed his nose and hit the air.
After this period of training, his dodge ability has been greatly improved, reaching first-class level, even close to the top level, and the application of full-level spatial imagination in boxing has become stronger.
With this powerful dodge ability, it was too easy for him to deal with blows of Larry Johnson's level.
A shorter dodge will give him more time to counterattack.
However, he did not fight back or even defend himself, allowing Larry Johnson to continue to hit him on the head.
"Shake and flash! Shake and flash again! Shake and flash again! Oh oh oh..."
In the ESPN live commentary box, Tom Hicks shouted excitedly: "He kept shaking and dodging, the Iron Fist Slayer didn't hold the arm, he didn't defend, he didn't defend at all!
Auntie hits the air continuously, he is still hitting the air, and he is still hitting the air. He has lost confidence, his punch speed is getting slower and slower, his strikes are getting more and more confused, he has collapsed! "
Partner Lewis also roared very excitedly: "The Detroit Killer King didn't fight back, he was teasing his opponent, yes, he was teasing his opponent, he was just like Ali, he was like Iron Man Michael, he was using incredible dodge to make his opponent Continuous hits."
"Oh oh oh……"
At the Great Western Forum Arena, the fans didn't react at first. When Larry Johnson hit ten consecutive punches, and when Zhou Quan showed his strong dodge ability, they began to boil, and huge cheers and shouts rang out. The decibels are stacked one after another, like ocean waves, forming a huge wave.
Zhou Quan kept dodging on the ring, allowing Larry Johnson's fists to hit him from side to side. He still had that eternal smile on his face.
At this time, his smile had turned into the greatest irony, stabbing Larry Johnson's heart like a knife, and at the same time stabbing Jordan, the Postman, and Big Dream who supported Larry Johnson. , Oakley and others.
At this time, Larry Johnson's confidence had collapsed. His punch speed was getting slower and slower, his hitting accuracy was getting worse and worse, and he was becoming more and more disorganized. It had become a tortoise punch.
Ten punches, twenty punches, all penetrated. His physical energy was consumed in a short period of time. He was panting. He didn't know what happened or what would happen next. He just wanted to find a crack in the ground and get in. .
After more than thirty punches, he stopped when his energy was exhausted. His chest rose and fell like an ox, and his breathing was clearly audible to everyone in the audience. His face was confused like an idiot.
Zhou Quan stopped, stretched out his fists, and signaled Larry Johnson to continue.
"Oh, this is an absolute provocation! This is the highest level of provocation! This is a provocation that treats the opponent as nothing! This is the provocation we most want to see!"
In the ESPN commentary box, Lewis roared with excitement.
"boom!"
The Great Western Forum Arena erupted with the most violent shouts today. The adrenaline of more than 20,000 boxing fans was already in a state of eruption, leaving them only shouting in excitement.
"This kid's dodge is pretty good."
In the locker room, Holyfield said while looking at the TV.
But that's all, because the black boxer's strength is so bad, he is the worst professional heavyweight boxer he has ever seen, and even his worst sparring partner can easily torture him to death.
On the ring, facing Zhou Quan's provocation, Larry Johnson did not react. He was still panting, and his mind was still in a state of confusion due to lack of oxygen.
"KO! Now, KO him!"
Coach Hans roared loudly in the audience.
"KO! KO..."
Assassin and Joe Dumars shouted.
"KO! KO! KO! KO..."
More than 20,000 people in Los Angeles chanted in unison, wave after wave, with overwhelming momentum.
Zhou Quan followed his example and originally wanted to show off his precision striking skills again, but now that Larry Johnson has collapsed, there is no need to show off.
"Bang!"
His feet slid forward, and his right fist was like a stab. He hit Larry Johnson's frame very accurately, causing the opponent to lean back and his retreating steps were disrupted.
Then the next moment, his combination punch came.
"Bang bang bang..."
After several consecutive hooks, Larry Johnson was knocked around, unable to fight back. The frame was no longer able to hold up. First, he was hit with a right hook, then immediately followed by a left hook, and then another. A heavy straight punch from the back hand, and he was hit by three heavy punches in a row.
"Stop! Stop! Stop..."
When the referee saw that Larry Johnson had lost his balance and could no longer hold the fight, he knew that Larry Johnson had lost consciousness and immediately rushed forward to push Zhou Quan away and stop the game.
"Bang!"
The next moment, Larry Johnson collapsed to the ground.
The referee separated his hands to signal the end of the boxing match, then raised Zhou Quan's right hand and declared the winner crisply.
"Oh ho!"
The Great Western Forum Arena received the warmest cheers.
"It took only 135 seconds for the Detroit Killer King to knock out Larry Johnson with just four punches and win the game. With his potential, he can officially enter the heavyweight boxing world."
"Congratulations to the boxing world for welcoming a boxer with tremendous talent. He is the Detroit Killer King, Iron Fist Slayer, Zhou Quan!"
On ESPN's live commentary, Lewis and Tom Hicks roared excitedly.
"Win? Is this what you win?"
In the stands, Ambassador Lin and others were also a little confused.
"Shet! With this strength, why are you challenging Iron Fist?" Jordan, who had lost 200,000 US dollars, cursed.
"Charles, it's all up to you now. Try to KO him on the 10th next month." But he believed in Oakley's strength and stared at Oakley and said.
Oakley also looked a little dazed. After hearing Jordan's words, he cheered up and said: "Don't worry, Michael, that idiot Larry Johnson doesn't know how to fight. He should have pushed Iron Fist into the corner and then hit him. That way Iron Fist couldn't even hide. .”
"As long as you know how to fight, Larry Johnson is really too stupid. He just stands in the middle of the ring and fights. That bastard Iron Fist has too much room to move." Jordan said with a look of relief.
"That's it, boxing relies on your brain." Oakley said.
Jordan nodded, not in the mood to answer any more questions.
Oakley said it was a good idea, but he was not optimistic about the outcome at all, because Larry Johnson lost so cowardly, and Oakley might not have any good results.
"If others can't be relied on, you have to rely on yourself, and you have to teach them a lesson on the basketball court." He made up his mind and thought about baseball again.
Zhou Quan already has professional-level ice hockey and basketball skills, and has also shown professional-level golf and boxing skills. All four sports have reached professional levels. This incredible cross-border ability and identity will definitely cause a huge stir. The attention he received made him feel a great threat, a very great threat.
He is the star of the NBA, and we cannot let a yellow man steal the spotlight.
Therefore, he feels that he should practice golf more in the future, and it is best to reach a professional level and have cross-border strength.
There is also baseball, which needs to be practiced, and it is best to reach a professional level, so that he can also have three cross-border strengths.
Larry Johnson had woken up and had only received three heavy punches. Although the area where he was hit was swollen, there was no major problem and he did not go to the hospital.
Zhou Quan celebrated on the ring, then got off the ring, came to Larry Johnson and said: "Hey, aunt, if you want to box in the future, just do it by yourself, don't look for me, I'm a bad guy I’m really not interested, you really make me lose my desire to fight.”
Larry Johnson was so angry that his chest felt tight and he had the urge to vomit blood.
"Haha..." Zhou Quan laughed and left.
Far away in Detroit, Troy Weaver breathed a sigh of relief. Zhou Quan was not injured at all. This is the best result.
But at this time, he couldn't help but feel worried, what if that kid from Iron Fist wanted to change careers? When it comes to making money, whether it’s golf or boxing, it’s much more than the NBA.
All over the United States, in front of the television, hundreds of NBA players suddenly realized that they could not easily provoke the Detroit Killer King in the future. This guy was probably really as good as a professional boxer.
Of course, there are some guys who are not very big-brained but don't take it seriously. They think it's because Larry Johnson, a rookie, is too good at making Zhou Quan a bargain.
Arriving at the passage, Zhou Quan accepted interviews from the media.
"Iron Fist, do you think you have the strength of a professional boxer?"
"It's going to take some fighting, I know that, but my boxing coach thinks I'm ready to compete professionally."
"Would you fight in a professional boxing match? I mean fighting a real professional boxer, not a rookie like Larry Johnson."
"I'll try it if I get the chance, let's talk about it next offseason, but I'm not afraid of fighting a real professional boxer."
"Are you going to play in a regular golf tournament?"
"Oh, my agent hopes that I will participate in one or two national tour events. I hope the schedule will cooperate by then, but I will participate in the offseason. I have always been interested in this sport."
At the Great Western Forum Arena, Holyfield finally defeated Larry Holmes with a unanimous decision of 3:0 after twelve rounds of hard fighting, retaining his three world boxing championship belts.
Two months later, he will defend his world boxing title for the second time this year in Las Vegas against Riddick Bowe.
After Zhou Quan's boxing match with Larry Johnson, he initially proved that he has the ability to span four professional sports: basketball, ice hockey, golf, and boxing.
Of course, whether it is ice hockey, golf or boxing, he has not officially competed with professional athletes in that sport, so the gold content of this crossover is very uncertain.
Many media also expressed doubts about this. They believed that Zhou Quan should prove his cross-border strength through proportional cross-border competitions.
But no matter what, after the boxing match, the media's attention to him has increased significantly, and it is continuous, no longer a short-lived attention due to a certain incident.
(End of chapter)
