Zhou Quan did not approach the opponent forcefully like in the first round, and did not rush forward directly. Instead, he used a right sliding step to circle the opponent's left wing, so that he could suppress the opponent's back hand, which was his left hand.
When Muller retreated, he slid forward again and used a timely jab to suppress Muller's counterattack with his front hand.
The front hand was knocked out, and the back hand had no chance. Muller had no choice but to circle around to avoid being hit by Zhou Quan's combination punch.
But Zhou Quan's mobility far exceeded his, and he could always catch his left wing, squeezing his back hand so hard that he had no chance to hit hard blows, which made him uncomfortable.
"Bang!"
After continuous movement, Muller did not dodge this time. Zhou Quan hit his left arm with a right swing, and then used a left hook to attract the opponent's right arm. Muller His left and right arms were opened, exposing his face to Zhou Quan's firepower.
The next moment, Zhou Quan twisted his waist and raised his arm, and hit the opponent's chin with a fierce right uppercut.
Muller leaned back urgently, and at the same time, the left and right arms closed urgently.
"Bang!"
With unusual precision, Zhou Quan punched the middle of the frame, opening the hastily closed frame and hitting Mueller on the chin.
Fortunately, Muller was still leaning back. This punch did not hit hard, nor did it hit directly under the chin, but directly in front of the mandible. The force of the punch did not form an impact from bottom to top, and there was no impact. Impact on the cerebellum.
"A heavy blow? What a pity!"
Shacher yelled regretfully.
Zhou Quan also feels that it is a pity that Michael Mueller, who has won the title for the second time, is indeed more experienced, stronger and more difficult to deal with than Tyson David Tua Jr., so he has to do what Hans said, not Instead of being eager to KO, be more patient and grind him to death.
"Mueller is retreating continuously!" Winston shouted.
Zhou Quan continued to get closer, and Muller, who was forced to the bottom post, received another heavy punch in the face. He could only use a hug to resolve his attack.
"Hammer is playing too passively. If this continues, he will be torn apart by the Iron Fist's attack like David Tua." Shacher said loudly.
"His movement is not as good as Tekken, and he plays defensive counterattack. He will not take the initiative to attack, but of course he will be passive. My suggestion is to take the initiative to attack, forcing Tekken to attack, and then use heavy punches to KO Tekken. This is the only way for him to win. Opportunity," Winston said.
On the ring, there were two more waves of contact.
During a counterattack, Muller hit Zhou Quan on the left cheek with a right uppercut. This was the first effective blow he received.
He originally wanted to hit the chin, but Zhou Quan dodged in time and missed the target.
"Get it right!"
Muller's coach shouted anxiously in the audience.
"careful!"
Hans roared in the same anxiety.
Zhou Quan stepped back to escape, and immediately slid to the right the next moment, and Muller quickly adjusted his pace.
"It's better to hold back." Shacher said loudly.
The moment before Muller's pace adjustment was completed, Zhou Quan moved into position. He grabbed this opportunity and the attack began.
"Bang!"
A quick forward straight punch directly pushed Muller, who had just adjusted his pace, into a defensive state. Muller had to defend and take a step back.
"Bang!"
Zhou Quan caught up one step and launched a series of heavy straight punches with his back hand, hitting the gap in the middle of the frame. Taking advantage of the momentum of grabbing him, his punches were so powerful that the retreating Muller leaned back and hugged him. The rack was blown open.
"opened!"
"Continue the attack!"
Shacher and Winston shouted at the same time.
"Bang!"
Zhou Quan fired another straight left punch, hitting Mueller hard in the middle of the face from the middle of the newly opened frame with unusual precision.
"Well!"
Mueller grunted and leaned back, and at this moment Zhou Quan's fourth straight punch, a straight right punch came at him.
Fortunately, he blocked it with his left arm in time and was not hit in the head after blocking. However, the force really hit him and knocked him to the ground.
"Stop!"
The stage manager rushed up and pushed Zhou Quan away, loudly ordering him to go to the neutral corner.
"Oh ho!"
The cheers at the MGM Arena instantly rose.
"Ouch!"
Zhou Quan excitedly jumped onto the bottom guardrail rope and screamed at the boxing fans, making the cheers in the stadium even higher.
"Knockdown! The Iron Fist knocked down the hammer for the second time! Muller's nose has been crooked, and his face is covered in blood." The moment Muller fell to the ground, Schacher's excited roar immediately rang out.
"Iron Fist's boxing skills are so accurate. Four consecutive straight punches directly penetrated Muller's defense. His boxing skills should be even more accurate than when he fought David Tua last year. I also watched that game. No. So accurate." Winston said excitedly.
"After all, that was a year ago, and I heard that Iron Fist also conducts boxing training on weekdays, so there is definitely progress." Shacher said with a smile.
"Evander, this kid's boxing skills are really accurate." Michael Tyson said to Holyfield.
Holyfield stared at Zhou Quan, his eyes full of fighting spirit, and said in a deep voice: "When I beat Riddick Bowe, he should finish the championship challenge with Oliver McCall. If he loses, I will challenge McCall. If he wins, I will challenge him, and I will decide on this WBC gold belt.”
"Aren't you going to fight me?" Tyson was anxious.
"Wait a moment, wait until I get the gold belt back and then fight you," Holyfield said.
Tyson scolded: "You bastard, are you afraid of fighting me?"
Holyfield looked at Tyson with disdain and said: "How much strength do you still have now? If I fight you now, I will win without force."
"Asshole, I can beat you to death!" Tyson jumped up in anger.
In the boxing ring, the countdown was over, and Michael Muller was in another tiebreaker. He got up only when the seventh second was read, and then another lion shook his head, spilling sweat and even blood drops on the floor.
Checking the status, checking the protective gear, and then wiping the floor again, wasting at least thirty seconds. The second round continued, and after more than twenty seconds of fighting, the end bell rang.
After Zhou Quan sat down, he spit out his mouthguard, glanced at Muller across from him, and said to coach Hans: "This guy is very cunning."
Hans said: "This is experience. When the situation is unfavorable, you should do the same and try to give yourself more time to rest and recover."
The assistant wiped the sweat off Zhou Quan's body and applied Vaseline again.
Hans continued to emphasize tactics and maintained the same style of fighting in the second round. Finally, he warned seriously: "Iron Fist, don't get hit by his heavy punches. Although his heavy punches are not as strong as those of Tyson's boxing champions, you can't handle it either." Live a few times, so when he fights back, be sure to dodge in time, don’t be careless, and don’t take risks.”
"OK." Zhou Quan nodded.
He lowered his head and looked at his feet. Zeng Li was looking at him, his eyes a little red, and he smiled and said, "Don't worry, Ah Li, I will definitely win him."
"Be careful." Zeng Li nodded.
Under the pillar on the opposite side, Michael Muller had received medical services. His nose was broken and his face was covered with blood. After wiping off the blood, he applied Vaseline, then straightened the crooked nose and sprayed hemostatic medicine inside.
"I've reminded you, his boxing skills are very accurate. You must be more vigilant and strengthen your defense. Do you understand? How can you fight him if you can't defend?" the coach said in a deep voice.
Michael Mueller seemed particularly irritable. He was already at a low point. After being punched out of the ring by Foreman last year, his mentality collapsed and he almost retired because of it. Now he is beaten like this by a crossover player. If tonight If he loses, he has no second choice but to retire.
"Attack! I'm going to attack and use my punches to destroy that bastard who only knows how to go around and around!" He shouted in a low, angry voice.
The coach gritted his teeth and nodded: "Listen carefully, if something goes wrong, hug me immediately, do you understand?"
"OK."
Michael Mueller nodded immediately.
"clang!"
The bell rings for round three.
"Box!"
The big hand waved down, and the referee gave the order, and the third round officially began.
Seeing Michael Muller striding forward, Zhou Quan immediately slid to the right and grabbed the opponent's left side, which is the backhand side.
"call!"
The moment the steps were in place, a left uppercut came out.
Mueller didn't care. If he continued to be passive, he would lose. He might as well give it a try. When his back hand was suppressed, he immediately used a front hand swing, which was a right swing to meet Zhou Quan's left hand. A flat uppercut came out.
"Attack!" Schacher shouted.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The two were hit in the head at the same time, Zhou Quan hit Mueller's right forehead, and Mueller hit Zhou Quan just above his left temple.
"Blow!" Winston shouted.
"Oh ho!"
Seeing the two fighting each other, the boxing fans instantly became more excited and shouted louder.
"careful!"
Seeing Zhou Quan being hit on the head, Zeng Li was so frightened that he burst into tears.
"good!"
The forehead is a very hard bone, so Muller was fine. After receiving the second effective blow, he was so excited that he immediately launched a follow-up attack. He twisted his waist and swung his arms, and fired a back hook, which directly hit Zhou Quan's body. jaw.
"What the hell!"
Zhou Quan did not expect that Mueller would exchange punches for punches, so he suffered a loss. Fortunately, he was not hit in the temple, but his head was a bit dizzy from the blow and he needed recovery time. He stepped back as soon as he was hit by the punch.
In the next moment, Muller's left uppercut hit the tip of Zhou Quan's nose and hit the chin.
Once a heavy punch hits the chin, and the punch is real, nine out of ten boxers will be directly knocked out.
"Hit the air!"
Shacher's chestnut roar sounded.
"dash forward!"
Mueller's coach roared excitedly.
"Back off! Back off!"
Hans's voice sounded like an alarm.
"..."
Zeng Li's eyes widened, he didn't even bother to wipe his tears, and his heart was in the air.
But Zhou Quan did not retreat, but dived down. Muller's third punch, a right swing, grazed his scalp.
"Hit the air!"
Winston roared.
"Hit him!"
Mueller's coach snapped.
Muller hit the air twice in a row without stopping the attack. He finally seized this opportunity and would not easily finish this wave of attacks. He would use this wave of attacks to get a real heavy blow, and even KO his opponent in one fell swoop.
At this time, his adrenaline was surging like crazy, he was highly concentrated and in very good condition. The damage caused by Zhou Quan's several heavy blows seemed to have disappeared.
"Left hook!" Schacher yelled.
"Still hit the air!"
The next moment, Winston roared loudly.
Zhou Quan quickly swayed out of the way, allowing Muller's left hook to miss again, but Muller hit another right hook.
Zhou Quan quickly dived again, allowing Muller to hit the air for the fourth time.
In a short period of time, the dizziness in his head disappeared and he recovered.
But at this time, after successfully dodging four times, he advanced instead of retreating. He even took a half-step forward. He crossed his arms and counterattacked Muller, who was attacking him crazily.
This behavior shocked everyone directly.
"Resist?"
Shacher couldn't believe it.
"Just fight like this."
Seeing Zhou Quan's counterattack, Michael Tyson's blood boiled with excitement. He slapped the ring floor with his big hands and shouted loudly.
"How dare this guy?" Mueller was equally shocked.
While shocked, he also reacted instinctively. While retreating, he punched continuously in an attempt to prevent his opponent from counterattacking.
"call!"
"call!"
"call!"
Zhou Quan continued to dodge, and his opponent's fists kept hitting the air with just a hair's breadth. However, his feet kept counterattacking, pushing forward against Michael Muller's crazy attack.
At this time, his behavior showed great fearlessness and courage. Although he was smaller than his opponent, he immediately won the recognition of countless boxing fans.
"Iron Fist! Iron Fist..."
The boxing fans at the MGM Arena were extremely excited and started chanting Zhou Quan's nickname loudly.
"This is my way of playing! Mine!"
Under the ring, Michael Tyson pulled the guardrail rope and roared excitedly and angrily.
Zhou Quan's counterattack was too determined and too strong. Muller, who was consuming very fast physical energy, panicked. He kept retreating with his feet and kept hitting the air with his fists. His physical energy was being consumed at an incredible speed. among.
"Go around! Get rid of him!"
Under Zhou Quan's strong pushback, the situation reversed, and Muller's coach shouted anxiously.
He knew very well that Muller's attack had failed, and his physical fitness was at the most critical juncture. He had to get rid of it and gain more than ten seconds of recovery time.
"Reverse push! The Iron Fist is pushing back the hammer! Muller is being pushed back!" Morel Winston roared excitedly.
"Hit the air! Hit the air! Muller keeps hitting the air..." Locke Shacher shouted sharply.
Michael Muller was finally pushed into the bottom post by Zhou Quan. As soon as his back hit the bottom post, he knew something was wrong.
"Ouch!"
But at this time, he had to start breathing heavily to relieve muscle soreness, which was a negative effect of overloading after a long period of anaerobic exercise.
"Bang! Bang!"
Zhou Quan did not perform anaerobic exercise, and his physical fitness was no problem. After pushing Muller back to the bottom corner, he hit his opponent's frame with two heavy swings, controlling his opponent in the bottom corner and preventing him from escaping.
At this time, Muller had missed at least ten punches in a row, and his physical energy had been wasted in vain. He was hit by two heavy swings and could only squat down and hug the frame, reducing the defensive area in exchange for recovery time.
"Defense defend!"
His coach was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and kept yelling.
(End of chapter)
