"call!"
David Tua took action for the first time, swinging his left fist, and the punch was fast and powerful, but Zhou Quan easily dodged it.
He had so much control over the space that he only leaned back slightly, allowing little Tyson's left fist to hit him on the nose.
"Hit the air!"
Mikey shouted.
The next moment, David Tua went up for grabs again, trying to get close to Zhou Quan with his strong resistance.
His mobility is poor, and his wingspan is 27 centimeters behind Zhou Quan. He has to get closer to hit Zhou Quan.
However, he is not a fool. Provocation is provocation, and he does not want to continue to suffer Zhou Quan's fists in vain, so when he goes up to grab, it is no longer a half embrace, but a complete embrace, burying his head in the embrace, especially The chin was tightly protected.
In boxing, the biggest weakness of the head is the chin. As long as a heavy blow hits, and as long as the opponent does not have an iron chin, one punch is often enough to complete the KO.
His ability to withstand blows is strong due to his large weight and thick neck, but he is not an iron chin, and his chin cannot withstand powerful blows.
Zhou Quan took another small step back to control the distance and space between the two within a safe distance.
In other words, it is controlled within a distance where he can hit David Tua, but Tua cannot hit him.
"Bang!"
David Tua went up for grabs again, and Zhou Quan went straight to the backhand, hitting the edge of David Tua's frame with a fierce backhand punch, grazing the frame and hitting him on the forehead.
It was okay, there was only a slight burning sting on the forehead that was hit. David Tua counterattacked and hit the air again.
"Iron Fist hits the opponent continuously. He is showing his magical dodge ability and precise striking ability." McGee said loudly in the ESPN commentary box.
"David Tua hasn't hit the iron fist yet, but he is also showing strong ability to fight off the punch." Wilkins said with a smile.
David Tua made continuous attacks, but failed to get close enough to hit Zhou Quan. He was so angry that he stopped chasing. He stood there, put down his arm, and roared at Zhou Quan.
"Little Tyson provokes Iron Fist again. Is he protesting that Iron Fist won't let him get close?" McGee said with a smile.
Zhou Quan didn't let David Tua wait. He immediately went up and beat him hard, making David Tua his moving target. Then when his opponent wanted to get closer, he still dodged to prevent him from getting close.
He was like flying a kite, fully controlling the offensive and defensive initiative. Wave after wave of heavy blows made David Tua miserable and made the atmosphere in the Great Western Forum Arena more and more enthusiastic. The screams of fans came one after another.
Wilkins analyzed: "Although Iron Fist's mobility is very good, he must look for opportunities to hit hard. Only by accumulating the damage of heavy hits can he possibly defeat his opponent. Otherwise, after too many rounds, his physical condition will deteriorate." There could be problems."
McGee nodded and said: "Iron Fist throws a lot of punches and attacks continuously, which consumes a lot of physical energy. You need to increase the number of heavy blows, otherwise your physical fitness will be exhausted.
But David Tua is also constantly attacking and moving, constantly hitting the air, and his physical consumption is no less than that of Iron Fist.
And he took so many punches, which also required physical energy to bear. I even think that his physical energy consumption was greater than Iron Fist. "
Wilkins nodded and said: "David Tua must defend well, otherwise if he is hit hard too many times, it will also cause powerful cumulative damage. In addition, the number of air strikes must be reduced to avoid wasting physical energy.
How to put it, now David Tua is a strong armored rhinoceros, and Iron Fist is like a wolf. A wolf cannot kill a rhinoceros with one bite, but if it keeps biting, there is a chance that it will kill the rhinoceros. As long as the rhinoceros seizes a chance, it may kill the wolf. "
The court was continuing, with Zhou Quan surrounding David Tua and launching attacks continuously. His dense punches were very precise and he kept hitting the opponent.
Tua was so angry that he almost vomited blood. He kept pushing forward and braved Zhou Quan's fists to rush forward, but Zhou Quan dodged him every time. He couldn't catch a chance to hit hard, and occasionally hit him a few times. He was blocked by a hug again.
"Oh oh oh……"
The Great Western Forum Arena was already in full swing. Zhou Quan used waves of strong attacks and an excessive number of strikes to make countless boxing fans burst with adrenaline. They were cheering for Zhou Quan heartily.
When the first round entered two minutes, McGee exclaimed: "David Tua's face has been swollen in several places. He was hit by at least twenty punches and his torso by at least ten punches. Iron Fist at least got it." Thirty effective strikes.
David Tua could only hit twice effectively, one punch hitting Iron Fist's right abdomen, and one punch hitting Iron Fist's left cheek, but neither of them hit hard, and Iron Fist dodged in time. "
Wilkins also exclaimed: "If the fight continues like this, Iron Fist will punch 70 to 80 times in one round, and the effective hit rate will reach a terrifying 50%. His strikes are so accurate."
While the two were talking, the bell rang, signaling the end of the first round.
"ah!"
David Tua glared at Zhou Quan and roared with anger, wanting to pounce on Zhou Quan and bite him to death.
The panting Zhou Quan smiled and ignored the other party's anger.
In his opinion, that kind of anger has no deterrent effect. It is just the dying cry of a beast he hunted.
He regretted a little. He didn't expect that he played so well against David Tua. He underestimated his own strength. If he had known better, he would have placed more bets.
The record table was calculating nervously, and in the ESPN commentary box, the two commentators were also calculating. They were both calculating how many punches Zhou Quan had thrown in the first round and how many effective strikes he had.
After a rough calculation and seeing the data in his hand, McGee was a little frightened and said in surprise: "77 punches, 41 effective hits, with an effective hit rate of 53%. The effective number of hits to the head reached 28 times. The number of blows included two blows to the head and one to the liver.
Oh my God, is David Tua's defense full of holes? If the fight continues like this, if Tua cannot seize the opportunity to hit hard, sooner or later he will be torn to pieces by the Iron Fist. If there were a few more heavy blows, he wouldn't be able to withstand it. "
"We all seem to have underestimated Iron Fist's strength. His dodge ability, precise striking ability, and excellent wingspan. We all underestimated the combined strength of the three." Wilkins said in surprise.
McGee said seriously: "I think David Tua must find opportunities to hit hard as soon as possible. This is not a small division, this is a heavyweight. No matter how small the power of Iron Fist's punch is, he is still a heavyweight professional boxer.
Iron Fist's weight is only 8 kilograms lighter than Tua. His strength is small, not absolutely small, but compared to David Tua. In fact, his punching power is very powerful.
David Tua was effectively hit on the head 28 times in the first round, and was hit hard twice on the head. David Tua must have accumulated considerable damage. If this continues, no matter how strong his ability to resist, he will still persist. Not a few rounds. "
Wilkins also nodded and said: "I think so too. I am thinking that after this boxing match, many organizations and many people will lose money, and Iron Fist's status in the boxing world will rise significantly."
Under the ring, the mood of several famous boxing champions was completely different from that before the game.
Holyfield knew that he underestimated Zhou Quan. This guy who crossed the line really had incredible dodge ability and precise striking ability. His boxing skills were so accurate that David Tua's defensive frame could not stop him at all.
According to his experience, if David Tua cannot hit Iron Fist hard and get KO, he will not be able to survive three rounds or even two rounds at most, and his head will be smashed.
He knows very well that when it comes to saying that Tekken's punches are weak and its heavy blows are not strong enough, that is a relative comparison. No matter how small a 92-kilogram heavyweight professional boxer's strength is, it is still a very terrifying blow. David Tua's head only needs to be hit. If the Iron Fist hits ten times, or even only five times, it may be KO, or even hit in the chin. One heavy hit may be enough.
"Michael, your half million looks like it's going to go away," Barkley said.
"Didn't you also bet two hundred thousand?" Jordan said angrily.
Buckley looked at Zhou Quan on the ring, shook his head and said: "I didn't expect this kid to be so strong. I can't fight against him in the future."
"What, you still want to hug his thigh? Why don't you come to the Bulls and I'll help you win the championship. That kid can't beat me on the basketball court." Jordan said with a proud look on his face.
Barkley looked at Jordan with admiration on his face.
It's a pity that he doesn't have a championship yet, but Michael has already won three, and he is definitely the number one in active service! He will never be able to keep up with Jordan in this life.
On the ring, Zhou Quan was panting.
"Iron Fist, be more careful, you were almost hit twice by him just now." Hans warned seriously.
Zhou Quan nodded, took a sip of water, swirled it in his mouth a few times and spit it out.
Hans said: "Be more patient. His arms are too short and his movement is not as good as yours. As long as you control the distance well, if the fight continues like this, you will definitely win. It will only be you."
If you have enough physical strength to throw 500 punches, or even 800 punches, and kill him, you will be qualified to challenge for the world boxing championship next year, and the WBC will definitely push you up. "
"Um."
Zhou Quan nodded heavily.
"Iron Fist, is it too late to place a bet now?" O'Neal shouted from behind the ring.
Zhou Quan cursed angrily: "Shark, did you kill David Tua?"
O'Neill was speechless and laughed awkwardly.
"You will lose to death." Zhou Quan cursed.
Across the way, David Tua gasped.
Although he didn't hit Zhou Quan a few times, air strikes still consume energy, or even consume more energy.
Although he could withstand Zhou Quan's fists, he would be crushed to death if he took too many punches, and his face was not strong enough to withstand beatings. His face was completely swollen, and his left eye was also swollen and narrowed into a slit. He looked very embarrassed.
But he was indeed able to bear it. He was hit hard twice on the head without any dizziness.
"David, try to force him into the corner. You must force him into the corner. Use heavy punches to finish him off. One punch. You only need one punch to finish him off."
His coach kept talking in front of him in a low tone.
"clang!"
The bell rang quickly for round two.
"Box!"
The referee gave the order and the second round officially began.
David Tua, who was full of anger, rushed forward to attack immediately. Zhou Quan dived and slid to the left at the same time. After dodging a straight punch from the opponent, he reached David Tua's right front with one step, and his body rose from the state of floating downwards. He floated up, hooked his arm, and hit the opponent's liver with a fierce right hook.
"Well!"
David Tua's abdominal muscles were very thick, but he still felt the strong pain in his liver. He hissed in pain like a wounded beast and staggered back.
"Beautiful! Liver punch, Iron Fist hits little Tyson's liver again. This is a heavy blow, the second heavy liver blow today. You can see that it has caused damage." McGee roared excitedly.
At this time, Zhou Quan had already seized the opportunity to attack, covering David Tua with fists like raindrops, and completely submerged David Tua with the attack like raindrops.
With extremely precise punches, he continuously bombarded the gaps between the opponent's arms and hit the opponent's head and torso. David Tua could only block with his left and right, retreating continuously, and finally retreated. To the bottom corner.
David Tua's coach was very disappointed. He had expected David Tua to force Zhou Quan into the corner, but now it was the opposite.
"cuddle!"
he roared loudly.
"Bang!"
Zhou Quan swung his arm and hit David Tua on the head with a heavy right hand punch, hitting him above the ear.
David Tua's neck was really thick. He received a heavy blow and didn't even sway much, so it couldn't cause him any serious damage.
"Heavy blow, the third blow to the head!" Mikey roared excitedly.
"Oh oh oh……"
The Great Western Forum Arena has been plunged into the highest turmoil. Countless people are shouting, cheering, and roaring to their heart's content. Zhou Quan's torrential attack has completely excited them.
"Shh!"
When David Tua rushed up to hug Zhou Quan with his fist on his shoulder, endless boos and abuses rang out.
"Hoo ho ho..."
David Tua leaned in Zhou Quan's arms, hugged him tightly with his arms, and put his head on Zhou Quan's chin. He was very attached, inseparable, and panting violently, like a wild beast awaiting death.
The stage manager came up and separated the two of them hard. He took a closer look at David Tua and felt that there was no problem. The next moment, he swiped his right hand down and shouted: "Box!"
David Tua was a little afraid to grab the ball. He hugged the frame with his arms and tightly protected his head and chin.
Zhou Quan was not polite. He swiped to the right. When David Tua adjusted his pace, he did a double combo of left and right. He got an effective blow and hit the opponent's right cheek. Then he immediately got out of the way, and Move to one side again and attack again.
His attacks are like a tide, wave after wave, never ending.
David Tua was always passively adjusting his pace. When he adjusted in place, another wave of Zhou Quan's attacks had already begun. Occasionally, he would counterattack with a punch, but Zhou Quan would dodge it, completely unable to seize the opportunity to hit hard.
He could only keep hugging him to avoid Zhou Quan's combo punches.
As a result, the curses and boos from the Great Western Forum Arena were overwhelming, and they were all directed at him.
With 37 seconds left in the second round, Zhou Quan hit David Tua with a rain of attacks, making him unable to bear it any longer and had to hug him again.
But this time Zhou Quan retreated in time, dodged David Tua's embrace, and then hit him with a heavy straight punch from behind.
David Tua just opened his arms to hug Zhou Quan, with his face wide open. With Zhou Quan's precise strike, how could he dodge?
"Bang!"
The heavy blow caused him to lean back, fall down, and hit the ring.
"oh!"
Countless fans roared and stood up.
"Heavy blow! The iron fist knocked down little Tyson. Can he get up? Can he?" Wilkins roared excitedly.
"This is Iron Fist's sixth blow, his fourth blow to the head. He hit little Tyson in the nose, and little Tyson's nose was blown out," McGee roared.
"One, two..."
On the ring, the referee is counting the seconds.
"Get up, David, get up quickly..."
David Tua's coaches and assistants were yelling from below.
David Tua gasped for air with his mouth open, his face was covered in blood, and his nose was crooked to one side.
He was not dazed, and the straight punch just now did not cause serious damage to him. As long as he could not hit his chin with an uppercut, he could still carry it, and he would still have a chance.
But no matter what, several heavy blows to the head have now caused some dizziness. He just took the opportunity to recover from the countdown. Then the time for the second round is almost over, and he can rest for another minute, which is enough for him to recover from the dizziness. .
When the stage manager read seven, he got up.
The referee checked David Tua's condition and thought it was OK. He also checked the age-protecting gloves and other things, and then signaled Zhou Quan to come over.
"Box!"
With an order, the second round continued.
But it only lasted three seconds before the bell rang for the end of the second round.
"I'm so nervous! Where are you, Sister Xian?" Cheng Derong said under the ring.
"Me, I'm better than you, Xiaorong, your face is pale." Wang Zuxian said.
"Sister Xian, Zhou Quan should win, right?"
"He must win. He always hits others, but that person can't hit him, haha!"
On the ring, Zhou Quan's coach Hans said seriously: "Tie Fist, you fought well, just fight like this. Don't rush to KO him with one punch. He won't last a few rounds. The most important thing is that you can't be hit hard by him. Understand?"
"Understood." Zhou Quan nodded.
(End of chapter)
