God of NBA point guards

Chapter 307 Knockout

"call!"

The first time David Tua made a move, he swung his fist to the left. The punch was swift and powerful, but Zhou Quan easily dodged it.

He had so much control over the space that he only leaned back a little, allowing Tyson Jr.'s left fist to brush his nose.

"Shoot!"

McGee yelled.

In the next moment, David Tua went up again, trying to rely on his strong resistance to fight, and forcefully held Zhou Quan's fist to get close.

His mobility is not good, and his wingspan is 27 centimeters behind Zhou Quan. He has to get closer to hit Zhou Quan.

But he is not a fool, provocation is provocation, and he doesn't want to continue to eat Zhou Quan's fist for nothing, so when he grabs, it is no longer a half hug, but a complete hug, burying his head in the hug, especially It is to protect the chin tightly.

In boxing, the biggest weakness of the head is the chin. As long as the heavy blow is hit, as long as the opponent is not an iron chin, in many cases, one punch is enough to complete the KO.

His ability to resist blows is strong, that is, he is heavy and has a thick neck, but he does not have an iron chin, which cannot withstand powerful blows.

Zhou Quan took another small step back and controlled the distance and space between the two of them within a safe distance.

In other words, the control is within the distance that he can hit David Tua, but Tua can't hit him.

"Oh!"

David Tua went up again, and Zhou Quan went straight to the backhand. A fierce backhand punch hit the edge of David Tua's frame, rubbing the frame and hitting him on the forehead.

It's okay, the forehead that was hit only felt a little bit of scalding tingling, David Tua counterattacked and hit the air again.

"The iron fist hits the opponent continuously, and he is showing his magical dodging ability and precise strike ability." In the ESPN commentary booth, McGee said loudly.

"David Tua hasn't hit the iron fist yet, but he is also showing strong resistance." Wilkins said with a smile.

David Tua went up continuously, but he couldn't get close and couldn't hit Zhou Quan. He was so angry that he stopped chasing. He stood there and put down his arms, roaring at Zhou Quan.

"Little Tyson provoked Iron Fist again. Is he protesting that Iron Fist won't let him get close?" McGee laughed.

Zhou Quan didn't ask David Tua to wait, and immediately went up and beat him hard, making David Tua his moving target, and then dodged when the opponent wanted to get close, not letting the opponent get close.

He was like flying a kite, completely controlling the initiative of offense and defense. Wave after wave of rain-like blows made David Tua miserable, and also made the atmosphere in the Great Western Forum Arena more and more enthusiastic. There was one wave after another of fans shouting.

Wilkins analyzed: "Although Tekken's mobility is very good, he must look for opportunities for heavy blows. Only by accumulating heavy blows can he defeat his opponent. Otherwise, after more rounds, his physical condition will There could be problems."

McGee nodded and said: "Iron Fist has a lot of punches, and they are attacking continuously, which consumes a lot of physical energy. You need to increase the number of heavy blows, otherwise your physical energy will be dragged down.

But David Tua is also constantly attacking and moving, constantly hitting the air, and his physical energy consumption will not be smaller than Iron Fist.

Moreover, he has received so many punches, and he also needs to consume physical energy to carry it. I even think that his physical energy consumption is greater than that of Iron Fist. "

Wilkins nodded and said: "David Tua must defend well, otherwise the number of heavy hits will cause powerful cumulative damage. In addition, the number of air strikes should be reduced to avoid wasting physical energy.

How should I put it, now David Tua is a strong armored rhinoceros, and Iron Fist is like a wolf.A wolf cannot bite a rhino to death, but if it keeps biting, there is a chance to kill the rhino.As long as the rhino seizes a chance, it may kill the wolf. "

The field was continuing, Zhou Quan continued to attack David Tua around him, his dense punches were very precise, and he kept hitting the opponent.

Tua was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, and he kept rushing forward, braving Zhou Quan's fists, but Zhou Quan dodged him every time, and he couldn't catch a chance to hit hard, and occasionally hit a few times, He was blocked by the frame again.

"Oh oh oh……"

The arena of the Great Western Forum is already in full swing. Zhou Quan used waves of strong attacks and an excessive number of hits to make countless boxing fans burst with adrenaline, and they cheered for Zhou Quan to their heart's content.

When the first round entered 2 minutes, McGee exclaimed: "David Tua's face has been swollen in several places, he has received at least twenty punches, his torso has received at least ten punches, and the iron fist has at least got it." Thirty effective hits.

And David Tua had at most two effective blows, one punch in the right abdomen of Iron Fist, one punch in the left cheek of Iron Fist, but neither of them was solid, and Iron Fist dodged in time. "

Wilkins also exclaimed: "Continue to fight like this, Iron Fist will punch 70 to 80 times in one round, and the effective strike rate will reach a terrifying 50%. His strikes are too precise."

While the two were talking, the bell rang and the first round was over.

"what!"

David Tua glared at Zhou Quan and roared with anger, wanting to pounce on Zhou Quan and kill him.

Panting, Zhou Quan smiled, ignoring the other party's anger.

In his view, that anger has no deterrent effect, just the dying howl of a beast he hunts.

He regretted it a bit. He didn't expect that he played so well against David Tua. He underestimated his own strength.

The scoring table is nervously counting, and in the ESPN commentary booth, two commentators are also counting. They are all counting how many punches Zhou Quan punched in the first round, and how many effective hits.

After a rough calculation, seeing the data in his hands, McGee was a little terrified and said in surprise: "77 punches, 41 effective hits, and an effective hit rate of 53%. The effective number of hits to the head reached 28 times. The number of heavy blows included two blows to the head and one blow to the liver.

My God, is David Tua's defense full of holes?If the fight continued like this, if Tua couldn't seize the opportunity to hit hard, he would be torn to pieces by the iron fist sooner or later.If there are a few more heavy blows, it is impossible for him to withstand it. "

"We all seem to have underestimated the strength of Iron Fist. His dodging ability, precision strike ability, and excellent wingspan, the strength of the combination of the three, we all underestimated him." Wilkins said in surprise.

McGee said solemnly: "I think David Tua must find a chance to hit hard as soon as possible. This is not a small class. This is a heavyweight. No matter how small the heavy blow of Iron Fist is, he is also a heavyweight professional boxer.

The weight of Iron Fist is only 8 kg lighter than Tua, and his strength is small, not absolutely small, but compared to David Tua, in fact, his punching power is very powerful.

However, 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 damage that cannot be ignored. 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 Tekken's status in boxing will rise significantly."

Under the boxing ring, the mood of several famous boxing champions at this time is completely different from that before the match.

Holyfield knew that he had underestimated Zhou Quan. This guy who had crossed the border really had incredible dodging ability and precise strike ability. His boxing skills were so accurate that David Tua's defensive embrace couldn't stop him at all.

According to his experience, if David Tua can't hit the iron fist to get KO, at most three rounds, or even two rounds can't last, and his head will be smashed.

He knew very well that iron fist's punching power is small, and the punching power is not enough. That is a relative comparison. No matter how small the power of a 92 kg heavyweight professional boxer is, it is still a terrible blowing power. As long as David Tua's head is crushed Iron Fist hits ten times, or even only five times, and it is possible to be KO, or even hit the jaw, and one heavy hit may be enough.

"Michael, your $50 looks like it's going to fly," Barkley said.

"Didn't you also bet 20?" Jordan said angrily.

Barkley looked at Zhou Quan on the boxing ring, shook his head and said, "I didn't expect this kid to be so strong, I won't be able to 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 take you to the championship. That kid can't beat me on the basketball court." Jordan said proudly.

Barkley looked at Jordan with admiration on his face.

It's a pity that he hasn't won a championship yet, Michael has already won three, the absolute No.1 in active play!He will never be able to catch up with Jordan in this life.

On the ring, Zhou Quan was panting.

"Iron Fist, you need to be more careful, you were almost hit twice by him just now." Hans warned seriously.

Zhou Quan nodded, took a sip of water, turned it around in his mouth a few times and spit it out again.

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, if you keep fighting like this, you must be the one who wins, and only you.

You have enough physical strength to hit [-] punches, or even [-] punches. If you kill him, you will be qualified to challenge the world boxing champion next year, and the WBC will definitely push you up. "

"Ah."

Zhou Quan nodded heavily.

"Iron Fist, is it still too late to make a bet?" O'Neill shouted from the ring.

Zhou Quan scolded angrily: "Shark, did you get David Tua?"

O'Neill was speechless and laughed awkwardly.

"I lose you." Zhou Quan scolded.

Across the way, David Tua was panting.

Although he didn't hit Zhou Quan a few times, in fact, empty strikes also consume physical energy, or even consume more energy.

Although he could bear Zhou Quan's fist, he would be strangled to death if he ate too much, and his face was not swollen. His face was completely swollen, and his left eye was also swollen, narrowed into a slit. Looking very embarrassed.

But he was able to carry it, and he was hit twice on the head, but he didn't feel any dizziness yet.

"David, try to force him into the corner, make sure to force him into the corner, and deal with him with a heavy punch, one punch, you only need one punch to deal with him."

His coach kept talking in front of him in a low tone.

"clang!"

The bell for the second round rang soon.

"Box!"

The Taiwan judge gave an order, and the second round officially started.

David Tua, who was full of anger, rushed up to attack immediately. Zhou Quan slid left while diving, and after avoiding a straight punch from the opponent, he reached the front right side of David Tua with one step, and his body rose from the floating state Floating up, hooking his arm, a ferocious right uppercut hit the opponent's liver.

"Uh!"

David Tua's abdominal muscles were very thick, but he still felt the intense pain in his liver. He hissed like a wounded beast, and staggered back.

"Beautiful! Hitting the liver, the iron fist hit Tyson's liver again. This is a heavy blow, the second liver blow today. It can be seen that it caused damage." McGee roared excitedly.

At this time, Zhou Quan had already seized the opportunity to attack, and the rain-like fists enveloped David Tua, and the torrential rain completely submerged David Tua.

Under the extremely precise boxing technique, he continuously bombarded the gap between the opponent's frame, hitting the opponent's head and torso, so that David Tua could only block from the left and the right, constantly retreating, and finally retreated. to the bottom corner.

David Tua's coach was very disappointed. He had hoped that David Tua would push Joo Kwon into the corner, but now it has the opposite.

"cuddle!"

He roared loudly.

"Oh!"

While Zhou Quan swung his arm, he swung his right hand hard and hit David Tua on the head, above the ear.

David Tua's neck was really thick, and he didn't shake much after being hit hard, which couldn't cause strong damage to him.

"Heavy blow, the third blow to the head!" McGee roared excitedly.

"Oh oh oh……"

The Great Western Forum Arena has fallen into the climax, and 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 shoulders, endless boos and abuse rang out.

"Hohohoho..."

David Tua leaned in Zhou Quan's arms, hugged him tightly with his arms, and pressed his head against Zhou Quan's chin, very attached, inseparable, panting violently, like a beast waiting to be judged.

The judge came up and separated the two of them vigorously. After a careful look at David Tua, he 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 go up and grab it. He hugged the frame with his arms and tightly protected his head and chin.

Zhou Quan will not be polite, he slid to the right, and when David Tua adjusted his pace, he made a left and right double combo, got an effective hit, hit the opponent's right cheek, then immediately dodged, and Move to the side again, and attack again.

His offense is like a tide, wave after wave, never stopping.

David Tua was always in the process of passively adjusting his pace. When he adjusted properly, Zhou Quan's next wave of attack had already begun. Occasionally, if he countered with a punch, he would be dodged by Zhou Quan, completely unable to seize the opportunity of a heavy blow.

He could only keep hugging to avoid Zhou Quan's combined punches.

As a result, the curses, boos, and everything that one expects to hear from the Great Western Forum arena are directed at him.

With 37 seconds left in the second round, Zhou Quan's rain-like attacks hit David Tua in succession, making him unable to bear it anymore, so he could only hug again.

But this time Zhou Quan retreated in time, dodged David Tua's hug, and then punched him with a straight backhand.

David Tua just opened his arms to embrace Zhou Quan, his face was wide open, with Zhou Quan's precise strike, how could he miss it?

"Oh!"

Under the heavy blow, he leaned back, fell down with a bang, and hit the ring.

"Oh!"

Countless fans roared and raised their arms.

"Heavy blow! The iron fist knocked down little Tyson, can he get up? Can he?" Wilkins roared excitedly.

"It was Iron Fist's sixth blow, fourth blow to the head. He hit Tyson Jr. in the nose, and Tyson Jr.'s nose blew up," McGee yelled.

"One, two..."

On the ring, the judge is counting down the seconds.

"Get up, David, get up..."

David Tua's coaches and assistants yelled loudly from below.

David Tua was gasping for air with his mouth open, his face was covered in blood, and his nose was on one side.

He didn't get dizzy, and the straight punch just now didn't cause serious damage to him. As long as he couldn't hit his chin with an uppercut, he could still carry it, and he still had a chance.

But no matter what, after a few heavy blows to the head, he also has some dizziness now, just take the opportunity of the countdown to recover, and then the time for the second round is almost the same, and he can rest for another minute, which is enough for him to recover from the dizziness .

When the judge read seven, he got up.

The Taiwan judge checked David Tua's condition, felt that it was ok, and checked the age-protecting gloves and so on, and then signaled Zhou Quan to come over.

"Box!"

With one order, the second round continued.

But only three seconds later, the bell rang for the end of the second round.

"So nervous! How about you, Sister Xian?" Cheng Derong said under the ring.

"I, I'm better than you, Xiao Rong, your face is pale." Wang Zuxian said.

"Sister Xian, Zhou Quan should win, right?"

"I'm sure I'll win. If he hits someone all the time, that person can't beat him, haha!"

On the boxing ring, Zhou Quan's coach Hans said seriously: "Iron Fist, you fight well, just fight like this, don't rush to knock him out with one punch, he won't last for a few rounds, the most important thing is that you can't be hit hard by him, Understand?"

"Understood." Zhou Quan nodded.

(End of this chapter)