Under the roar of the boxing fans, Oliver McCall was under great psychological pressure. After the referee stepped away, he tentatively took a step forward and punched him.
Zhou Quan did not move, dived down quickly, and then dodged sideways, avoiding McCall's subsequent heavy uppercuts.
The next moment, McCall threw a combination of punches and hit him in the head with a flat left hook.
Zhou Quan dives down again, then sideways again, dodging another heavy backhand hook from McCall.
"McCall finally attacked!" Chelsea said excitedly.
"Hit the air! Hit the air! Hit the air! Hit the air..." Williams roared continuously.
"God-level dodge!" Chelsea continued to shout excitedly.
"Ouch!"
The more he punched, the more panicked McCall became. He missed at least fifteen punches in a row, but he just couldn't hit the damn iron fist. His lungs were on fire, and he had to retreat to ventilate.
"Oooo……"
Zhou Quan's god-level dodge ability brought the atmosphere of the stadium to a climax, with huge cheers and shouts coming one after another, earth-shaking.
"Bang!"
When McCall retreated to take a breath, Zhou Quan stepped forward in time and hit the opponent's right eyebrow with a precise jab, causing blood to appear.
"Bang bang..."
Then came a series of left and right straight punches, which not only caused McCall to retreat to the guardrail, but also forced the opponent to raise his arms to strengthen the protection of the upper part of his head.
"Bang! Bang!"
The next moment, Zhou Quan opened his arms and hit his opponent's ribs with two fierce left and right hooks. The opponent screamed in pain and had to put down the fight.
"Bang! Bang!"
Then, he made two more left and right swings, hitting McCall's left and right temples.
"Get out of there."
McCall's coach also became anxious and shouted loudly.
"Punch! Punch! Punch! Punch!" Chelsea's roars sounded continuously, very sharp, like a sounding alarm.
After four consecutive punches, McCall was stunned, his head began to feel dizzy, and his ribs hurt as if they were broken. He had to squat down and hug the frame to reduce the defensive area.
He wanted to rush forward and hug him, but Zhou Quan reacted quickly and took a step back in time. Then he hit him in the face with a fierce backhand straight punch, hitting the bridge of his nose, causing blood to splash everywhere, and then hit him again. He pushed back and beat him until he squatted down again.
"Bang bang bang..."
Zhou Quan took a deep breath, then stretched out his stance and started the craziest iron fight, pressing his opponent against the guardrail and beating him violently.
"Oh, throw the white towel away!" Williams couldn't stand it anymore and suggested directly.
"Aren't you going to throw away the white towel?" Chelsea also shouted.
Jordan looked at this scene and vowed again in his heart that he would only compete with Zhou Quan on the basketball court from now on, and he would reject all other forms of violence.
"KO! KO! KO..."
Huge shouts rang out in the gym, and Tyson and a bunch of other boxing champions were excited and shouting too.
"Oliver, hugs! Hugs!"
"McCall, don't give up! Hold on!"
McCall's coach yelled, but his voice was drowned in the roar of the audience and could not reach McCall's ears.
Referee Lane half-crouched and stared at McCall. He saw that his arm was still in place. This was a defensive reaction and he was mentally sound, so he did not stop the game.
"Bang!"
Zhou Quan used a backhand swing to deflect McCall's left arm, then followed up with a left uppercut, continuing to attract the opponent's arm, and then swung his right arm again, hitting McCall's left temple. above.
"Well!"
McCall groaned, and the stars around his head began to shine.
The next moment, driven by instinct, when his frame moved up to protect his head, a ferocious left hook hit his lower right rib.
"ah!"
This was a real scream. At the moment of the punch, the strong stinging sensation caused McCall's body to freeze.
"Stop!"
Taiwan referee Renn finally pounced and pushed Zhou Quan away.
"Ouch!"
Zhou Quan turned around, roared loudly, and raised his fists toward the audience.
"Oh ho!"
At this moment, earth-shattering cheers rang out at the MGM Arena.
"KKKKKKKKKKO!"
Chelsea jumped up from her chair, roaring with excitement.
"The new WBC leader is born! Congratulations to Iron Fist, you are the heavyweight champion of the world! Congratulations to Iron Fist, you are the greatest crossover king! You are one of the greatest athletes on the planet!" Williams roared excitedly.
"Congratulations to Iron Fist. You knocked out Oliver McCall without being hit once. You are the professional boxer in the world who is least likely to be hit. You will definitely become the brightest in the professional boxing world. A star." Chelsea roared excitedly.
The ring was already crowded with people, including Zhou Quan’s friends and even more media reporters, but there were still people trying to climb up.
Not all of Zhou Quan's coaching team went up, leaving a few people behind to work with Zhou Jun to protect Zeng Li under the bottom pillar, otherwise he might be crushed.
Of course boxing champions like Tyson won't climb up there, and the friendship is not that high.
"Crack, click, click..."
The reporters who couldn't squeeze in could only keep pressing the shutter. The reporters who came up might as well not have come up. They had no chance to ask questions at all.
"Get down, gentlemen, get down quickly, okay?"
WBC official staff began to rush people away, and Ross Hogg, the chairman of the Golden Belt, couldn't even come up.
The staff asked some media reporters to leave, leaving only the FOX TV reporter and a cameraman carrying a camera.
Some of Zhou Quan's friends stayed on, such as Stallone, Arnold, O'Neal, Rodman, and Thomas. They are all celebrities and qualified to stay on it.
"Ahri, Xiaojun, come up quickly."
The stage was a little empty, and Zhou Quan called Zhou Jun and Zeng Li up.
This is his most glorious moment. When he won two NBA championships, his family was not around. This time, not only his family was around, but his girlfriend was too. It was perfect.
After clearing the ring, Hogg entered the ring holding the gold belt.
"Congratulations, Iron Fist, I believe you will become one of the greatest boxing champions in the world."
"Thank you, Chairman Hogg, I hope I can do what you said."
Zhou Quan took the golden belt and raised it excitedly.
"oh!"
Huge cheers began to sweep through the stadium like a hurricane.
Stallone looked excited and envious. He had touched the golden belt several times. This thing made him drool and had the urge to snatch it.
Zhou Quan wrapped a gold belt around his waist. This was a replica he had made. It cost more than 120,000 US dollars and used two kilograms of gold. It was decorated with more than 200 diamonds. It was very beautiful, far better than the WBC one. That gold belt is more luxurious and shiny.
"Crack, click, click..."
In addition to the media, there were countless boxing fans taking pictures with their prepared cameras.
The FOX reporter in the ring started the interview and asked: "Iron Fist, how does it feel to wear the gold belt?"
Zhou Quan thought for a while and smiled: "There is a feeling of, well, flying into the sky. I can even feel a pushing sensation on my back."
"Ha ha……"
The whole gym burst into laughter.
The reporter asked again: "The mandatory period for defending the title is six months. Do you intend to defend the title before April next year?"
"Sorry, I just won the gold belt. I haven't had time to think about your question yet." Zhou Quan said with a smile.
The reporter asked again: "Now that you have achieved the highest achievements in NBA basketball and professional boxing, do you intend to officially launch a third sport, such as golf?"
Zhou Quan said: "My main career is the NBA, and boxing should be my second career at the moment. I also hope to achieve further success in these two sports, and will focus more on other sports in the future." .”
These words relieved Stern, who was in New York, and also disappointed Ross Hogg, who was next to Zhou Quan.
Hogg actually hopes that Zhou Quan will focus on boxing, and he is very excited about the PPV sales this time.
But Zhou Quan's attitude did not disappoint him too much, because Zhou Quan's biggest selling point is crossover, and the NBA's high exposure in North America also helps Zhou Quan maintain his high popularity.
After getting off the ring, Zhou Quan was surrounded by more media reporters.
"Iron Fist..."
"Iron Fist..."
He dealt with it patiently with a smile on his face. This was the highlight of his sports career, without any impatience.
The interview ended half an hour later, and he said goodbye to the boxing fans in the stadium before going back to the lounge to take a shower.
"Iron Fist, wear it for me."
Entering the lounge, he saw Zhou Quan had won the gold belt. Stallone, who had been greedy for a long time, hurriedly took it.
"Here, take a picture for me."
Stallone shouted excitedly with a smile on his face.
"Crack, click, click..."
Several reporters who had been following quickly started taking pictures.
"It's my turn." O'Neal came up and grabbed it.
"Hey, Shark, let me wear it for a while." Stallone refused and pushed O'Neal away.
"Haha..." Zhou Quan laughed.
Soon after, a huge party started.
The Champagne tower was stacked on more than ten floors. Champagne was poured from the top glass, and several boxes of Champagne were poured before the bottom glass was filled.
"Iron Fist, you come first." Roger Philip said with a smile.
"OK!"
Zhou Quan took the top glass and helped Zeng Li and Zhou Jun get a glass each. Ross Hogg and others went up to get the wine.
"Chels!"
When Zhou Quan raised his wine glass, everyone shouted in unison.
After toasting, a large number of waiters came out with trays. Zhou Quan took another glass of red wine and handed it to Zeng Li. Zeng Li was already blushing a little after drinking a glass of Champagne. He shook his head and took Zeng Li to find a place. Sat down on the sofa.
He didn't care about Zhou Jun. If he didn't seize the opportunity to get to know a few more people in such a good social occasion, then his younger brother wouldn't be worth cultivating.
"With 3.2 million PPV sales per week, you can share 72 million U.S. dollars, plus appearance fees and box office share, 100 million."
After Phillip came over and said this, he drank the glass of red wine in his hand, looking even more excited than Zhou Quan.
He gets a 10% share, Zhou Quan earns 100 million, and he can share 10 million US dollars from it, which is why he is excited.
Zhou Quan smiled and said: "I heard that Michael Tyson earned $500 million?"
Phillip smiled and said: "Yes, but Tang Jin sucked too much blood from him and made more money than him."
"Hans..."
Seeing coach Hans and his boxing team not far away, Zhou Quan called out. After they came over, he said to Philip: "Roger, give each of them a bonus of 100,000 US dollars, sparring partner and coach Hans." Three hundred thousand each."
"marvelous!"
"Thank you, Iron Fist."
More than a dozen people shouted excitedly.
"OK."
Phillip smiled and nodded.
After a while, Zhou Quan actually received a congratulatory call from the embassy, conveying congratulations and condolences from home.
Philip took the time to ask: "Zhou, the mandatory title defense period is half a year. After April 1 next year, the WBC can give you an extension of up to three months. Otherwise, you will either give up the WBC title or be officially stripped of it. What do you think about it?" of?"
"It has been postponed for three months, that is, before July 1st next year at the latest, I will have my first mandatory defense match." Zhou Quan nodded and said: "The WBC probably hopes that I will complete the first match within half a year. Defending the title, right?”
Nodding, Philip said: "You are now so influential, your box office appeal is so great, and your PPV has broken the sales record of three million. Of course, WBC hopes that you will defend your first title as scheduled.
Not only them, but Bob Arum and Don King were also lobbying me just now, hoping that I would convince you to complete the title defense as soon as possible.
They believe that you have not accumulated any damage in these two boxing matches, and you have not even been hit once tonight. It is completely feasible for you to defend your title in the short term. "
Zhou Quan thought for a while and then shook his head and said: "The new season is about to start. I have to start preparing for the new season, and I will definitely not be able to play.
It's still the offseason. It depends on the situation. If you can play in the finals, then it depends on your physical condition after the finals. If it doesn't work, then give up the title. "
"That's a pity." Philip said regretfully.
"It's no pity. The four major organizations plus the IBO have five gold belts that I can win. Giving up the WBC title is not a big loss to me. You also said that with my current box office appeal, I can challenge other players. world boxing champion, they probably won’t reject me.” Zhou Quan said.
"That's true. Although McCall lost his gold belt, he made tens of millions of dollars." Philip smiled.
People came around Zhou Quan from time to time, and Zeng Li didn't even find a chance to talk to him. After the party lasted for almost two hours, everyone drank a little too much, and then slowly began to disperse.
His decision to defend his title after the season ends next year also disappointed the WBC and Bob Arum, but there is nothing he can do about it.
As the latest head of the WBC, Zhou Quan stayed in the presidential suite. This was arranged by the MGM Hotel and was free for one week.
The MGM Hotel also made a lot of money from these two boxing matches. From room revenue to the box office share of the stadium, there are tens of millions in profits.
"Ahri, don't leave tonight."
After entering the bedroom, Zhou Quan took advantage of his drunkenness and said, and Zeng Li, who was held in his arms, blushed instantly.
(End of chapter)
