While floating up, he twisted his waist, raised his arms, and fired a left uppercut.
The reason why he hit the left uppercut was because Holyfield had just missed a right swing. At this time, the opponent's right rib was open and had no defense.
"not good!"
Holyfield's right foot had just slid back, his right fist arm had just recovered, and when he was about to embrace, Zhou Quan suddenly launched a counterattack.
But by the time he saw Zhou Quan's counterattack, it was already too late. The next moment, a blow came.
"Bang!"
Amidst the heavy blows, he was punched in the right ribs. He grunted, and his whole body was stiffened by the heavy hook.
The next moment, Zhou Quan's backhand came out again.
"Fight back!"
"Left hook hits!"
Hanks Dorrey and Grant Mewes snapped simultaneously.
"The old fox is going to be in trouble!"
"Evande is a little passive!"
At this time, Michael Tyson, Lewis, Riddick Bowe and other world boxing champions below the ring were all staring at the stage.
"Bang!"
Zhou Quan hit Holyfield's left forehead with a right swing, knocking the opponent's body away.
This was Holyfield's backward dodge, otherwise he would have been hit in the temple, and it would have been possible to KO with one punch.
"Get out of the way!"
his coach snapped in the audience.
But Holyfield wants to withdraw, want to go around, and wants to get rid of Zhou Quan. Can Zhou Quan agree? Absolutely impossible! I've been waiting for you for a long time, and now it's my turn.
"Bang!"
Zhou Quan fired a fierce left uppercut. After Holyfield blocked it, he immediately reached out for a hug.
Zhou Quan's reaction was so fast. At the critical moment, Zhou Quan's 96-level neural reaction speed allowed him to slip backwards and keep up with Holyfield's hugging rhythm. He once again distanced himself from his opponent and destroyed his opponent's hugging tactics. .
In fact, to outsiders, Zhou Quan seemed to have foresight. He predicted his opponent's hugging tactics and took a step back in time to create distance.
The next moment, Zhou Quan, who had just closed the distance, twisted his waist and raised his arms, and fired a fierce right uppercut.
"not good!"
Holyfield only felt an object appearing in the field of vision below at high speed. When he was waiting to react and was about to lean back, it was already too late.
Maybe his dodge was only a tenth of a second late, but on the ring, one tenth of a second was enough to land a heavy punch, not to mention that he didn't realize it until after the punch was thrown.
"Bang!"
The next moment, Zhou Quan's right fist hit Holyfield's unprotected chin hard. Holyfield was hit so hard that his chin shot up, and his mouthguard flew into the air along with a lot of saliva.
"oh!"
A hurricane blew up at the scene, which was the screams of 20,000 boxing fans.
"Punch!"
"Punch!"
Hanks Dorrey and Grant Mewes snapped excitedly at the same time.
"Stop! Stop!"
Seeing that the mouthguard was knocked out, the stage referee rushed forward and pushed Zhou Quan away at the risk of being hit by Zhou Quan.
Holyfield did have a good chin. After receiving a heavy blow, Holyfield did not fall down. Instead, he staggered back two steps and grabbed the guardrail rope to stand.
"pity!"
Unable to continue the attack, Zhou Quan felt regretful and retreated to the neutral corner.
"Crack, click, click..."
Regardless of whether they were far or near, all the media reporters rushed towards him and clicked their shutters frantically.
"Oh ho!"
The assassin and a group of friends such as O'Neal and Stallone screamed and shouted at him.
"Boy, you are too weak! If it were me, I would definitely KO him." Michael Tyson shouted to Zhou Quan disdainfully.
Zhou Quan could not speak even though he was biting his mouthguard, he just showed his fists to Tyson.
Michael Tyson showed no signs of weakness and immediately showed his fists at Zhou Quan.
At this moment, both of them were like tigers, showing their fangs towards each other.
"Crack, click, click..."
When all the media reporters saw this scene, they immediately took pictures of this moment with excitement.
"Hanks, do you think the old fox's mouthguard was knocked off, or was it spit out by himself?" Grant Mewes asked with interest in the ESPN commentary box.
Hanks Dorrey smiled and said: "The old fox is a bit sinister, but he shouldn't do that, right?"
Grant Mewes laughed: "So Holyfield's chin is really strong, and he didn't fall down after being hit hard."
"In other words, the world underestimated his chin and ability to resist hits." Hanks Doleley said with a smile.
At this time, Holyfield had changed his mouthguard and the ring was wiped clean. After checking his condition, the referee called Zhou Quan over, then checked their gloves, and finally gave the order for the game to continue. .
However, the time was delayed for at least a minute, and after a while of fighting, the bell rang for the end of the second round.
Hanks Dorrey and Grant Mewes invited several world boxing champions to the commentary box. Dorrey asked: "Boxing champions, who do you think will win this title defense challenge now?" Victory?"
A few of them looked at me and I looked at you. Michael Tyson was the first to say: "Of course Iron Fist successfully defended his title. Evander couldn't hit him at all."
"Michael, you can't be so arbitrary. Holyfield is fully capable of defeating Iron Fist. He only needs to seize one or two opportunities to hit hard." Riddick Bowe said.
Lewis said cautiously: "To be honest, Iron Fist King surprises me in every boxing match. He is definitely the boxer who has been hit the least often on the planet."
"I think he's the best evasive fighter on the planet," commentator Hanks Dorrey said.
"That's impossible! I am the boxer with the best dodge ability on the planet." Michael Tyson stared at Dole Rey with a pair of fierce eyes.
Dorrey laughed, but before he could say anything, Grant Mewes interrupted with a smile: "Of course, no one denies this."
But obviously Lewis disagreed and said: "Michael, your peak period has passed since you were released from prison, and now you are not as good as Iron Fist."
"What did you say?"
Upon hearing this, Tyson's fists clenched immediately.
At this time Riddick Bowe added to the fire and said: "Michael, you have never fought against the three of us. It's a pity that your peak period has passed."
"Fart, I've been training for a year, and now I'm back at my peak. When are we going to have a fight?"
Tyson stared at Riddick Bowe viciously and roared. If he and Riddick Bowe weren't classmates in the sixth grade, he could pounce on and bite this guy to death.
The peak period of his career was from the age of 20 to 24. It was a pity that during that period, he became Tang Jin's money-making machine. Tang Jin never arranged the strongest opponents for him, but only arranged some messy opponents for him. This made him very sorry.
The biggest regret is that he has never fought against the other three kings in this life, and now his peak period has passed.
"Evander, how are you?" Coach Ross asked nervously under the pillar.
Holyfield took two breaths and then said: "I'm a little dizzy. I'll be fine soon."
"Very good, now you have seen his dodge ability, so be more careful next time." Ross warned.
"His dodge ability is too strong, stronger than Tyson and Ali's dodge. How can I fight him?" Holyfield asked, staring at Rose with fierce eyes.
"Still defend and counterattack, but you have to grasp the rhythm, don't let him throw combination punches, and look for opportunities to hit heavy blows when switching between offense and defense. Only in this way can you beat him." Rose said solemnly.
Holyfield nodded, and Rose added: "Pay attention, his reaction speed is very fast, and it can even produce a predictive effect. When you hugged just now, you advanced and he retreated, almost at the same time, causing the hug to fail. , so you have to be careful.”
Holyfield nodded again, and Rose added: "The Iron Fist King has not been hit hard so far. We can't judge how strong or weak his ability to resist blows is, but I don't think his chin is an iron chin. .
Evander, maybe you can take a risk, your pace should be better than his, learn Tyson's fighting style, get into his inner circle, attack at a closer distance, exchange punches for punches, use hooks The punch hit his jaw so he couldn't escape instantly. "
"OK."
Holyfield nodded, bit the mouthguard inserted by his assistant, and stood up.
"when!"
The bell rings for round three.
"Box!"
The referee gave the order and the third round officially began.
According to the coach's tactics, Holyfield was on the offensive from the beginning, looking for opportunities to attack.
But Zhou Quan's basic tactics are kite-flying. When the enemy retreats, we advance, and when the enemy advances, we retreat. I am the only one who attacks, and no one attacks my tactics. I will not fight against my opponent at all.
This kite-flying tactic can make the most of his light weight and dodge ability, and can also make use of the most precise punches. It is the most suitable tactic for him.
Holyfield continued to attack, and he immediately took two steps back and then got around.
His weight is 6.5 kilograms lighter than his opponent, but in terms of movement, he has no advantage because Holyfield's boxing pace is better than his.
Therefore, the movement abilities of the two are similar, and his movement is also very cautious, neither giving the opponent a chance to attack, nor giving the opponent a chance to sneak into his inner circle.
The two made contact from time to time while roaming, but neither of them seized good opportunities. Nearly two minutes passed quickly in the third round.
"Hanks, Tekken's kite-flying style is similar to Lewis's. Lewis also has this kite-flying style. So do you think his style of play is more like Lewis or more like Tyson?" Grant May Weiss asked.
Hanks Dorrey said: "Obviously, he is a combination of the two, so this creates a terrifying effect. Others cannot hit him, but he can often attack like a storm, directly Confuse your opponent."
Grant Mewes nodded and said: "It has the god-level dodge skills like Tyson and Ali, the offensive firepower of a storm, and the most accurate boxing skills, coupled with Lewis's kite flying style, this is Iron Fist." After several boxing matches, he was at a serious disadvantage in terms of weight and punching power, but he never got hit hard and rarely got hit. Instead, he knocked out his opponent 4 times.
"Bang bang!"
The angry Holyfield bumped his fists against each other, then made an uppercut motion and roared provocatively at Zhou Quan.
Zhou Quan smiled, stepped around to the left, punched over his shoulder, and fired a fast and accurate jab, hitting Holyfield's right cheek with a bang.
Holyfield gave way for a moment and did not dodge, but because of his dodge action, the blow was not heavy. He reacted immediately and grabbed the frame again, trying to get into Zhou Quan's inner circle and try to hook up with Zhou Quan. Decide.
But Zhou Quan will never let his opponent get what he wants. He will never let his opponent rush into his inner circle. It's not that he is afraid of the inner circle, but if he does that, he will lose his biggest advantage, that kind of fighting. Dharma wise people do not do this.
He slipped back and opened the distance. At this time, Holyfield rushed in again, and Zhou Quan suddenly launched a series of left and right straight punches.
"Bang! Bang!"
Very precise, the straight punch with the front hand directly opened Holyfield's frame, and the straight punch with the back hand immediately hit the opponent's nose from the opened gap.
"Hit hit!"
Hanks Dorrey snapped.
The moment Holyfield was hit by the punch, his nose hurt like a crack, and it was extremely sore. Tears, mucus, and blood came out of his nose.
No matter what, he opened his arms and stepped forward to hug Zhou Quan.
"Bang!"
The next moment, Zhou Quan did not retreat to dodge the opponent's embrace, but directly hit Holyfield with a left uppercut on the chin.
This time, Holyfield's head jerked upward violently, and the mouth guard did not fly out again, but his whole body fell directly backward and hit the floor with a bang.
The action of this smash was that he fell straight to the ground, and the back of his head also touched the ring. It was obvious that when he fell to the ground, he had some mental problems and did not raise his head to protect himself.
"Stop! Stop!"
The stage referee immediately rushed forward, pushed Zhou Quan away with great force, pointed to a bottom pillar, and signaled Zhou Quan to retreat to a neutral corner.
"Oh oh oh……"
At this time, the entire MGM Arena was already boiling, and the huge cheers and shouts were like a volcano erupting.
"Heavy blow! The Iron Fist King hit Holyfield's chin again! He knocked down the old fox with a heavy hook!" Grant Mewes roared excitedly.
Hanks Dorrey said excitedly: "The Iron Fist King first used his jab to suppress Holyfield's upper body. Holyfield obviously wanted to get into the Iron Fist King's inner circle.
But his plan did not go as planned. When he rushed in again, the Iron Fist King suddenly used a combination of left and right straight punches to open his arms and hit the bridge of his nose. Then when he tried to hug him, he used a An uppercut punched him in the jaw.
Now he's down. This is the second time he's been hit hard on the chin by the Iron Fist King. The first time he held on and didn't even fall to the ground. Can he survive this time? "
"Oh oh oh……"
In the neutral corner, an excited Zhou Quan raised his fists towards the boxing fans, causing the decibel level in the entire stadium to reach its peak.
"King of Iron Fist! King of Iron Fist..."
Countless fans are shouting, as are Stallone, Assassin, O'Neal, coach Hans, Philip, etc.
Zeng Li was so excited that she had tears in her eyes. Her husband won without being beaten very much. This was the best result.
"Crack, click, click..."
All the reporters pressed their shutters one after another to freeze the moment.
"One! Two! Three..."
The referee was counting down the seconds vigorously, and waved his hand after reading the countdown, as if to cheer Holyfield up.
Under the ring, Holyfield's coach Rose was yelling crazily: "Evande, get up, get up, get up!"
Holyfield, who was lying on the ring, felt that the whole world was rolling and sinking rapidly, as if he was sinking into hell.
He knew he'd been hit hard, a familiar feeling that made him sad.
He tried his best to get rid of the strong dizziness and let himself rise from hell, but no effort was of any use, not even gritting his teeth. He was still sinking, and his willpower could not help him.
When the referee read eight, he saw that Holyfield couldn't get up, so he didn't waste any time. He immediately spread his hands to the left and right to signal the end of the boxing match.
"Oh ho!"
As soon as this action came out, the entire gymnasium suddenly became boiling again.
"Congratulations to the Iron Fist King for KOing Holyfield and completing the first mandatory defense of the WBC World Heavyweight Championship." Hanks Dorrey roared excitedly.
Grant Mewes then shouted in an extremely passionate tone: "Congratulations to the Iron Fist King. In three rounds, you were only effectively hit 4 times by your opponent, without a single critical hit. You can be said to have defended the title without injury. Once again, you have boxed to the world." Fan showed his ability to dodge."
Hanks Dorrey said excitedly: "Congratulations again to the Iron Fist King. By the end of the title defense, the PPV sales of this boxing match reached 4.21 million. This is an exciting statistic. You have made history time and time again. "
"Congratulations to Iron Fist King, you have become the most profitable and profitable professional world boxing champion." Grant Mewes smiled.
(End of chapter)
