God of NBA point guards

Chapter 350 Strike the Air!Shot!Shot!

Zhou Quan didn't approach aggressively like in the first round, he didn't go straight up, but used his right slide to go around the opponent's left flank, so that he could suppress the opponent's backhand, that is, his left hand.

When Muller retreated, he slid forward again and used a well-timed jab to suppress the counterattack of Muller's front hand.

The front hand was all punched out, and the back hand had no chance. Muller could only circle around to avoid Zhou Quan's combination punch.

But Zhou Quan's ability to move was far superior to him, and he could always grab his left wing, crushing his backhand so hard that he had no chance to hit hard, which made him very uncomfortable.

"Oh!"

After continuous movement, this time Muller did not dodge, Zhou Quan hit his left arm with a right swing, and then used a left uppercut to attract the opponent's right arm, Muller The left and right arms were opened, and the front door was exposed to Zhou Quan's firepower.

The next moment, Zhou Quan twisted his waist and raised his arms, and hit the opponent's chin with a vicious right uppercut.

Muller leaned back urgently, and at the same time, the left and right hugging frames closed urgently.

"Oh!"

Unusually precise, Zhou Quan punched the middle of the frame, directly opened the hastily closed frame, and hit Mu Le's chin.

Fortunately, Muller still had a backlash. This punch was not solid, nor was it directly below the chin, but directly in front of the mandible. The force of the punch did not form an impact from bottom to top. hit the cerebellum.

"Hit? Pity!"

Thatcher yelled regretfully.

Zhou Quan also felt very sorry. Michael Muller, who was crowned king for the second time, is indeed more experienced than Tyson David Tua Jr., with stronger comprehensive strength and more difficult to deal with, so he has to do what Hans said, don't Eager to go to KO, but to grind him to death more patiently.

"Muller is retreating!" Winston yelled.

Zhou Quan continued to rush up and approached, and Mu Le, who was forced to the bottom post, was punched in the face again. He could only use hugs to resolve his wave of attacks.

"The hammer is too passive. If this continues, he will be torn apart by the iron fist attack like David Tua." Shachel said loudly.

"His movement is not as good as Iron Fist, and he fights defensively and counterattacks. He will not actively attack, of course he will be passive. My suggestion is to actively attack, force Iron Fist to fight, and then use heavy punches to KO Iron Fist. This is the only way for him to win. Chance," said Winston.

On the ring, there were two more waves of contact.

On a counterattack, Muller grazed Joo Kwon in the left cheek with a right uppercut, his first effective strike.

He wanted to slap his chin, but Zhou Quan dodged in time and missed it.

"Aim right!"

Muller's coach shouted anxiously from the audience.

"careful!"

Hans roared in the same anxious manner.

Zhou Quan took a step back to get rid of it, and immediately slid to the right at the next moment, and Muller quickly adjusted his pace.

"Still holding back." Shachel said loudly.

The moment before Muller's pace adjustment was completed, Zhou Quan moved in place, and he took the opportunity to grab this opportunity, and the attack began.

"Oh!"

With a quick forward straight punch, Muller, who had just adjusted his pace, was directly thrown into the defensive state. Muller had to hold his defense and take a step back at the same time.

"Oh!"

Zhou Quan caught up with a step, and hit the rear heavy straight punch combo, hitting the gap in the middle of the hugging frame. Taking advantage of the momentum of grabbing, the punch was so powerful that Muller, who was retreating, leaned back and hugged The frame was blasted away.

"opened!"

"Keep attacking!"

Thatcher and Winston roared simultaneously.

"Oh!"

Zhou Quan threw out another straight left fist, which hit Mu Le's face fiercely from the middle of the hug frame that had just been blasted away with exceptional precision.

"Uh!"

Muller let out a muffled grunt, and leaned back intensified. At this time, Zhou Quan's fourth straight punch, a straight right punch, came back.

Fortunately, his left arm blocked it in time, and he was not hit on the head after the block, but the force really hit his body, knocking him to the ground directly.

"Stop!"

The Taiwan judge rushed up and pushed Zhou Quan away, and ordered him to go to the neutral corner loudly.

"Oh hoo!"

The cheers of the MGM Stadium rose instantly.

"Ow!"

Zhou Quan excitedly jumped to the bottom of the guardrail rope, and screamed at the boxing fans, making the cheers in the gymnasium even higher.

"Knock down! The iron fist knocked down the hammer for the second time! Muller's nose bridge has been knocked crooked, and his face is covered with blood." The moment Mueller fell to the ground, Shachel's roar of excitement immediately rang out.

"Iron Fist's boxing technique is too accurate. Four straight punches in a row directly penetrated Muller's defense. His boxing technique should be more accurate than when he beat David Tua last year. I also watched that match. So accurate." Winston said excitedly.

"After all, that was a year ago, and I heard that Iron Fist also has boxing training on weekdays. There must be progress." Shachel laughed.

"Evander, this kid's boxing is 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 win Riddick Bow, he should have finished the boxing challenge with Oliver McCall. If he loses, I will challenge McCall. If I win, I will challenge him, and I will win the WBC gold belt."

"Didn't you fight me?" Tyson was anxious.

"Wait a minute, I will fight you after I get back the gold belt." 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? Fighting with you now, winning against you is not enough."

"Bastard, I can beat you to death!" Tyson jumped up angrily.

On the boxing ring, the countdown was over, and Michael Muller was another tie-breaker. He didn't get up until the seventh second, and then another lion shook his head, spilling sweat and even drops of blood.

Checking the status, checking the protective gear, and then wiping the floor, wasted at least 30 seconds. The second round continued, and the bell rang for the end after more than [-] seconds.

After sitting down, Zhou Quan spat out his mouthguard, glanced at Muller opposite, and said to coach Hans: "This guy is very cunning."

Hans said: "This is experience. When you encounter unfavorable situations, you have to 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 added Vaseline again.

Hans continued to emphasize tactics, and maintained the style of play just now in the second round, and finally warned seriously: "Iron Fist, don't be hit by his heavy punches. Although his heavy punches are not as good as Tyson's boxing champions, you can't handle them either." Live a few times, so when he counterattacks, he must dodge in time, don't be careless, don't take risks."

"OK." Zhou Quan nodded.

He looked down at his feet, Zeng Li was looking at him, his eyes were a little red, and he smiled and said, "Don't worry, Ah Li, I've won him."

"Be careful." Zeng Li nodded.

Under the opposite pillar, Michael Muller has received medical services. His nose bridge was broken, and his face was covered with blood. After wiping off the blood, he applied Vaseline, straightened his crooked nose bridge, and sprayed hemostatic medicine inside.

"I reminded you, his boxing technique is very precise and accurate. You must be vigilant and strengthen your defense, understand? You can't defend even if you can't defend, how can you fight him?" the coach said in a deep voice.

Michael Muller seemed particularly irritable. He was already at a low point. After being kicked out of the ring by Foreman last year, his mentality collapsed and he almost retired because of it. Losing, he has no second choice but to retire.

"Attack! I'm going to attack, and smash that bastard who only knows how to go around with a heavy punch!" He roared in a low, angry voice.

The coach gritted his teeth, nodded and said, "Listen well, if there is any disadvantage, immediately hug him, understand?"

"OK."

Michael Muller nodded immediately.

"clang!"

The bell rang for the third round.

"Box!"

With a wave of his big hand, the judge gave an order, and the third round officially started.

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 Zuo Ping uppercut was blasted out.

Muller doesn't care about 21, if he continues to be passive, he has to lose, so he might as well fight. When the back hand is suppressed, he directly hits a front hand swing, that is, a right swing punch, facing Zhou Quan's left flat hook Fist and bang out.

"Attack!" Shachel shouted.

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

The two were punched in the head at the same time, Zhou Quan hit Mu Le on the right forehead, and Mu Le hit the upper part of Zhou Quan's left temple.

"Bash!" cried Winston.

"Oh hoo!"

Seeing the two fighting each other, the boxing fans instantly became more excited and shouted even louder.

"careful!"

Seeing Zhou Quan being hit on the head, Zeng Li burst into tears in fright.

"it is good!"

The forehead is a very hard bone, and Muller is fine. After getting the second effective blow, excited, the follow-up attack immediately launched, twisted his waist and swung his arms, and blasted out a rear uppercut, which went straight to Zhou Quan's. jaw.

"Special!"

Zhou Quan didn't expect that Muller would trade punches for punches. He was at a disadvantage. Fortunately, he didn't get hit in the temple, but his head was a little dizzy from the beating, and he needed recovery time. He took a step back as soon as he was hit.

In the next moment, Muller's left lower uppercut was close to Zhou Quan's nose and hit the air, except for some being hit on the chin.

Once hit on the jaw with a heavy punch, and the punch is real, nine out of ten boxers will be directly KO.

"Shoot!"

Shachel's chestnut growl sounded.

"dash forward!"

Müller's coach roared excitedly.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Hans' voice sounded like an alarm.

"..."

Zeng Li's eyes widened, he didn't even bother to wipe away his tears, and his heart was in the air.

But Zhou Quan didn't retreat, but dived down. Muller's third punch, a right swing, brushed his scalp and swept past.

"Shoot!"

Winston roared.

"Hit him!"

Müller's coach snapped.

Muller made two consecutive strikes and did not stop attacking. He finally seized this opportunity and would not end this wave of offense easily. He wanted to use this wave of offense to get a real heavy hit, and even KO his opponent in one fell swoop.

At this time, his adrenaline was rushing out crazily, his spirit was highly concentrated, and he was in very good condition. The damage caused by several heavy blows by Zhou seemed to have disappeared.

"Hook to the left!" Shachel yelled.

"Still hit the air!"

The next moment, Winston roared loudly.

Zhou Quan flicked quickly, allowing Muller's left oblique hook to miss again, but Muller hit a right flat uppercut again.

Zhou Quan quickly dived again, allowing Muller to hit the air for the fourth time.

In a short time, the dizziness in his head disappeared, and he recovered.

But at this time, after four successful dodges, he did not retreat but advanced. He even took half a step forward. He crossed his arms and counterattacked Muller, who was attacking him frantically.

This behavior directly shocked everyone.

"Counter-robbery?"

Thatcher couldn't believe it.

"Just hit like this."

Seeing Zhou Quan's counterattack, Michael Tyson was so excited that he slapped the ground of the ring with his big hand and roared loudly.

"How dare this guy?" Mueller was equally shocked.

At the same time as he was shocked, he also reacted instinctively. While retreating, he punched continuously in an attempt to prevent the opponent's counterattack.

"call!"

"call!"

"call!"

Zhou Quan continued to dodge continuously, and his opponent's fists kept hitting the air with a slight difference, but his feet kept counterattacking, pushing forward against Michael Muller's crazy attack.

At this time, his behavior showed great fearlessness and courage. His physique was a circle smaller than his opponent, and he immediately won the approval of countless boxing fans.

"Iron Fist! Iron Fist..."

The boxing fans at the MGM Stadium were so excited that they started chanting Zhou Kwon's nickname loudly.

"This is my style of play! Mine!"

Under the boxing ring, Michael Tyson roared excitedly and angrily as he pulled the guardrail rope.

Zhou Quan's counterattack was too resolute and strong. Muller, who was exhausted very quickly, panicked. His feet kept retreating, but his fists kept hitting the air. His physical energy was being consumed at an incredible speed. among.

"Walk around! Get rid of him!"

Under Zhou Quan's strong pushback, the situation reversed, and Muller's coach shouted anxiously.

He is very clear that Mueller's attack has failed, and his physical fitness is at the most critical juncture. He must get rid of it and strive for more than ten seconds of recovery time.

"Push back! Iron Fist is pushing back the hammer! Muller has been pushed back!" Morel Winston screamed excitedly.

"Knockout! Knockout! Müller keeps knocking out..." Roark Shacher yelled.

Michael Muller was finally pushed back by Zhou Quan and forced into the bottom post. As soon as his back was against the bottom post, he knew it was not good.

"Huh!"

But at this time, he had to start breathing heavily to relieve muscle soreness, which was a negative effect after prolonged anaerobic exercise overload.

"Boom! Boom!"

Zhou Quan didn't do anaerobic exercise, and his physical fitness was fine. After pushing Muller back to the bottom corner, two heavy pendulums hit the opponent's frame, controlling the opponent in the bottom corner and preventing him from escaping.

At this time, Muller had already punched him at least ten times in a row, and his physical strength had been wasted in vain. He was bombarded by two heavy swings and could only squat down and hug the frame, reducing the defensive area in exchange for recovery time.

"Defend and defend!"

His coach was so anxious that he was sweating profusely and kept yelling sharply.

(End of this chapter)