"The King of Iron Fist attacks with continuous jabs!" Hanks Dorrey roared excitedly.
"Bang!"
Unable to dodge, Zhou Quan's jab penetrated his frame, and he was hit again in the face.
"Jab hits!"
Grant Mewes snapped.
Holyfield slid back, Zhou Quan seized the opportunity to attack, and then followed up with a heavy straight punch, forcing the opponent's arm to protect his head with all his strength, exposing the gap under his chin. He immediately raised his arm and delivered a left uppercut fist.
Holyfield is too experienced. When he moved up to hold the frame, he knew that the Iron Fist King was likely to attack his chin, so he immediately slid back.
"call!"
The next moment, Zhou Quan's left fist hit the air with the sound of wind, grazing the tip of his opponent's nose.
"Hit the air!"
Hanks Dorrey shouted.
"Attack! Attack! Attack!"
Michael Tyson in the audience roared excitedly.
Between Holyfield and the Iron Fist King, he prefers the Iron Fist King's style, which is almost exactly the same as him, which is why he wants to fight the Iron Fist King.
When he saw that Zhou Quan's uppercut was empty, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to continue the attack, attack with all his strength, and take advantage of Holyfield's retreat to launch a wave of offensive frenzy. He saw KO Huo Huo. Liefeld's chance.
Zhou Quan did not stop attacking after hitting the air. Just like Tyson thought, taking advantage of your illness to kill you, he wanted to take advantage of the opponent's retreat and launch a wave of attacks to force the opponent into a defensive state.
"Straight right! Swing left!"
Grant Mewes snapped.
"Bang!"
While Zhou Quan was fighting for the opponent, he hit the opponent with a heavy straight punch from the back hand, which directly knocked away Holyfield's double arms and hit the opponent's forehead from the middle.
However, after opening the armrest, the force was no longer strong, but it was an effective blow.
But his attack was not over yet. In the next moment, a fierce left swing punch hit him.
This swinging punch calculated the amount of advance, and he calculated that the opponent would dive.
But he miscalculated. Instead of diving down, Holyfield stepped forward and hugged him, holding his left arm with his shoulders.
"Hoo ho..."
When they hugged each other, Holyfield's cow-like panting sounded in their ears.
"The Iron Fist King hit the old fox with a heavy straight fist and got another effective blow." Hanks Doleley roared excitedly.
"It's a pity that it didn't hit hard!" Grant Mewes said regretfully.
"The old fox's old trick, hugging." In the audience, Michael Tyson said with a look of disgust.
"Break!"
When the two hugged each other, the stage manager came up and separated them hard, and then quickly shouted the next order: "box!"
The moment they separated, almost at the same time as the referee shouted "box", Holyfield suddenly threw a jab. Fortunately, Zhou Quan reacted very quickly and dodged it with a tilt of his head.
"What the hell!"
He cursed secretly, immediately slid to the right and fired a jab.
Holyfield's left arm had not been fully retracted, and he could only hold his head with one arm and quickly dodged.
But he was fooled. The jab was a false punch, and Zhou Quan actually hit a combo of left and right straight punches, with the front being empty and the back being strong.
His left fist hit back immediately, and in the next moment, his left foot slid forward, and when his right heel slipped, he fired a heavy straight punch from behind.
After dodging, Holyfield turned his head back and saw a black shadow coming at high speed. Knowing that it was the fist of the Iron Fist King, he instinctively dodged again, but it was already too late.
"Bang!"
Zhou Quan punched the opponent's arm, which was opened directly, and then hit Holyfield's left eye socket.
"so close!"
Holyfield was lucky to have an armrest to block it, and quickly slid back to get rid of it.
But Zhou Quan's follow-up attack had already begun, and his back slide did not complete the escape.
He took a step forward and launched a fierce left swing, forcing his opponent to step back and dive again. After hitting the air, he took another step forward and followed up with a vicious right uppercut.
"Bang!"
Holyfield's double frame guarded his face and chin tightly, guarding it without leakage. This heavy hook hit the frame without opening his defense.
"The Iron Fist King continued to attack, but Holyfield defended very well..." Hanks Dorrey roared excitedly.
"Bang!"
The next moment, Zhou Quan hit Holyfield's right temple with a left uppercut, knocking his opponent's head away.
"Hit! Oh, King of Iron Fist hit the old fox with a heavy hook! This is a heavy blow!" Grant Mewes shouted in a shudder.
The moment he was hit by the punch, Holyfield instinctively moved his head to the left, releasing most of his strength. Coupled with his strong resistance to punches, even when he suffered a heavy hook, it failed to cause him a strong sense of dizziness. Only a little bit.
The next moment, he launched a counterattack brazenly, trying to catch the Iron Fist King by surprise.
If the Iron Fist King thinks that he will enter a defensive state after being hit hard, he will definitely continue to attack with all his strength. In that case, the defense will be weak, and this is his best opportunity to launch a counterattack.
"careful!"
When he saw Holyfield not retreating but advancing with a left uppercut, coach Hans gave a sharp shout.
After Zhou Quan hit his opponent hard with a left uppercut, he followed it up with a backhand swing.
But at this moment, Holyfield suddenly took a step forward and fired a left uppercut. His backhand swung back and hit the air, and his right wrist hit the opponent's left face.
Facing the opponent's brazen counterattack, his right arm could not be recovered at this time and was placed on Holyfield's left shoulder. The entire right rib was empty, and he was immediately in danger.
"Oops!"
At this moment, coach Hans's heart tightened and he shouted sharply: "Back off!"
But no, Zhou Quan reacted quickly and made the most correct choice. He pounced on the opponent's left uppercut and hugged him directly.
Holyfield punched out, and under Zhou Quan's embrace, the distance of the strike disappeared by half in an instant. Although it hit the right rib, there was not enough distance to exert the force, and the strike power could not be exerted at all, and the damage was limited.
He was a little unwilling and took the opportunity to punch Zhou Quan a few times on his right rib.
Not to be outdone, Zhou Quan struck Holyfield a few times on the left side of his face.
"Break!"
The stage manager immediately came over and separated the two of them, then moved his right hand vigorously down between the two of them, and shouted: "Box!"
"call!"
Coach Hans let out a long breath and shouted loudly: "Iron Fist, be careful of his counterattack!"
The two fought several more attacks and defenses, but failed to seize any good opportunities. The bell rang to end the first round.
Hanks Dorrey said: “I don’t know the data on the record table, but according to my records, the Iron Fist King got 6 effective blows in the first round, and Holyfield only had 1, which was just hitting the Iron Fist King’s right rib. That punch."
Grant Mewes said: "Holyfield is indeed super strong, allowing the Iron Fist King to only get 6 effective strikes in one round.
His weight is close to that of King of Iron Fist, he moves very fast, dodges well, has very comprehensive skills, rich experience, and defends very well. This is why King of Iron Fist did not land as many effective strikes as in previous boxing matches. The effect of Precision Strike is reduced. "
Hanks Dorrey laughed: "But 6:1 is still a huge gap. This also means that Holyfield has no second choice. He must look for opportunities to KO Iron Fist, otherwise he will fight for twelve rounds and the points will be counted. He is destined to lose, and at the same time, with the Iron Fist King’s more aggressive attack, he has no chance of winning.”
"Yes, I think so too." Grant Mewes nodded.
A reporter interviewed Tyson and asked: "Michael, who do you favor more now?"
"Iron Fist, I said, Evander can't beat him."
After Tyson said this, he said excitedly: "Iron Fist's dodge skills are so good, and his space control is so strong, Evander can't hit him at all, and the possibility of being hit hard is very small.
Moreover, Evander's own heavy hitting power is not enough. Even if he seizes the opportunity to hit Iron Fist hard, he may not be able to defeat Iron Fist with just one punch. "
Under the pillar, Hans said to Zhou Quan: "Iron Fist, as I said before, he has the ability to fight back after being hit hard. You can't be careless anymore. His ability to resist blows is actually very strong. Don't be deceived by his weight." ”
Zhou Quan nodded, took a sip of water, and spit it out.
Hans added: "He is very strong, a super boxing champion, Iron Fist. You must be patient and be prepared to fight for twelve rounds. As long as you don't get knocked out by him, you will definitely win against him."
On the opposite side, Holyfield's coach Ross was telling him: "Evander, you did a good counterattack just now. If you seize this opportunity, you may have a chance to hit him hard next time."
"I can only KO him, there is no other choice." Holyfield gasped.
His face was red and swollen in many places, especially his left eye socket, which was swollen as if there was a black circle around it. He looked much more embarrassed than Zhou Quan.
"Do a good job of defense and we will continue to fight back. Pay attention to hug him in time to neutralize his attack." Rose warned.
"when!"
Then the bell rang for the second round.
"Box!"
The referee gave the order and the second round officially began.
Zhou Quan took a step forward and tried to attack with a jab. Holyfield took a step back. After the shot was empty, he followed up and jabed again.
At this moment, Holyfield's upper body suddenly tilted to the left. After dodging Zhou Quan's jab, he twisted his waist and waved his arm, and then swept over with a left swing punch.
"call!"
Zhou Quan reacted quickly and dived down quickly, letting his opponent's left fist rub against the top of his head and hit the air, and the wind of the fist roared past.
Holyfield, who was a hundred times more experienced than Zhou Quan, seized the opportunity and launched a combination punch attack. After Zhou Quan dived, he quickly launched a right uppercut to Zhou Quan's chin.
Zhou Quan quickly sidestepped while diving. Holyfield's uppercut missed, but then he fired a flat left uppercut, trying to hit Zhou Quan's temple.
"Attack attack!"
Holyfield's coach saw the opportunity and kept yelling in the audience.
"call!"
Zhou Quan leaned back to dodge, and his fist grazed the tip of his nose, allowing Holyfield to miss three times.
Although he hit empty shots continuously, Holyfield's offensive was completed. His combination punches did not stop, and his two fists rained down on Zhou Quan like machine gun bullets.
Zhou Quan's nerves were highly tense and his attention was in a state of absolute concentration.
The full-level spatial imagination and full-level panoramic vision provide him with the most powerful offensive and defensive foundation. No action of the opponent can escape his vision. No matter which angle the fist comes from, it will be hit as soon as it is struck. He locked.
His absolute concentration allowed his 96-level neural reaction speed to explode at full strength, allowing him to react as quickly as possible every time.
In the constant dodging, he even lowered half of his arms and just held them on both sides of his chin. This posture allowed him to launch a counterattack at any time.
Holyfield looked at the little crew cut with no defense and wanted to smash it with a punch, but he just couldn't seize the opportunity. Every time a punch hit him, the little crew cut would dodge first and dodge by a hair's breadth. His attack made him unable to hold his breath.
"The Iron Fist King hit the air continuously, and the old fox launched a counterattack!" Grant Mewes shouted loudly.
"Hit the air! Hit the air! Hit the air..." Hanks Dorrey's mouth trembled rapidly, like an air raid siren going off.
"Oh oh oh……"
Seeing Zhou Quan's divine dodge and Holyfield's consecutive hits, the MGM Arena was filled with increasingly excited shouts, and the momentum was overwhelming.
"This boy?"
Michael Tyson's eyes widened in the audience. He once again saw Zhou Quan's god-level dodge. This is a technique he is good at, and now there is a guy who can do it as well as him.
Zhou Quan had dodged ten punches in a row, but he was not in a hurry to launch a counterattack because he wanted to let Holyfield consume more energy before launching a counterattack, so that he might have a chance to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.
"Is this kid's dodge really that good? His dodge ability should be even better than Michael Tyson and Ali!"
After Holyfield missed ten punches in a row, he was so shocked. It wasn't that he didn't know Zhou Quan's dodging skills were powerful, but he just hadn't tasted it personally or experienced it personally, so he didn't have a concrete feeling.
At this time, he decided to stop attacking, because if he continued to fight, if he could not hit his opponent, he would be in a very passive situation. Now that he stopped attacking and actively retreated, he still had some energy left to defend.
The next moment, after the eleventh punch was missed, he decided to stop the attack, prepare to hold the frame to defend, and at the same time prepare to slide back to escape, to get rid of Zhou Quan.
But his arms and back-stepping movements were not as fast as Zhou Quan's movements.
During the transition between offense and defense, Zhou Quan's neurological reaction speed allowed him to react faster than Holyfield.
He used a dive to successfully dodge Holyfield's backhand swing. The next moment, he saw that his opponent did not twist his waist to exert force. His core muscles were not exerting force? This made him immediately understand that his opponent was no longer attacking and wanted to escape.
So without any hesitation, he immediately switched from defense to offense.
His offense started even faster than Holyfield's defense.
And all this comes from the most incredible vision, absolute concentration, and 96-level neural reaction speed.
(End of chapter)
