God of NBA point guards

Chapter 357 World Heavyweight Boxing Champion

Under the roar of boxing fans, Oliver McCall was under a lot of psychological pressure. After the judge retreated, he took a tentative step forward and punched him with a jab.

Zhou Quan didn't move, he dived quickly, and then dodged sideways, avoiding McCall's subsequent heavy uppercuts.

The next moment, McCall hit a combination punch, and a Zuo Ping hook hit his head.

Zhou Quan dived again, then turned sideways again, dodging another heavy rear uppercut from McCall.

"McCall finally attacked!" Chelsea said excitedly.

"Knockout! Knockout! Knockout! Knockout..." Williams roared continuously.

"God-level dodge!" Chelsea continued to roar excitedly.

"Huh!"

McCall became more and more flustered, and he missed at least fifteen punches in a row, but he couldn't hit the damn iron fist, and his lungs seemed to be on fire, so he had to retreat to take a breath.

"Oooo……"

Zhou Quan's god-level dodging ability brought the atmosphere of the gymnasium to a climax, and there were huge cheers and shouts, which were earth-shattering.

"Oh!"

When McCall retreated to take a breath, Zhou Quan stepped forward in time, and first hit the opponent's right brow bone with a precise jab, causing a bloody blow.

"Boom bang..."

Then there was a continuous combo of left and right straight punches, which not only made McCall retreat to the guardrail, but also made the opponent have to raise the frame to strengthen the protection of the upper part of the head.

"Boom! Boom!"

The next moment, Zhou Quan stretched his arms, and hit the opponent's ribs with two vicious left and right oblique hooks, which made the opponent scream in pain and had to put down the frame.

"Boom! Boom!"

Then, he made two left and right heavy swings, hitting McCall's left and right temples.

"Get out of there quickly."

McCall's coach was also anxious and shouted.

"Heavy punch! Heavy punch! Heavy punch! Heavy punch!" Chelsea's roar sounded continuously, very sharp, like an alarm.

With four consecutive heavy punches, McCall was stunned, his head began to dizzy, and his ribs hurt like fractures. He had to squat down and hug the frame to reduce the defensive area.

He wanted to rush up and hug him, but Zhou Quan reacted quickly and took a step back in time, and then a fierce backhand punched him in the face, hitting the bridge of the nose, causing blood to splatter, and hitting him again He went back and hit him until he squatted down again.

"Boom bang bang..."

Zhou Quan took a deep breath, then opened his posture, and started the craziest blacksmithing, pressing his opponent against the edge of the guardrail and beating violently.

"Oh, throw the white towel!" Williams couldn't stand it anymore, and suggested directly.

"Don't you still throw the white towel?" Chelsea also shouted.

Watching this scene, Jordan once again swore in his heart that he would only compete with Zhou Quan on the basketball court forever, and reject all other forms of violence.

"KO! KO! KO..."

There was a huge shout in the gymnasium, and Tyson and a group of boxing champions were also shouting when they were excited.

"Oliver, hug! hug!"

"McCall, don't give up! Hold on!"

McCall's coach yelled sharply, but his voice was drowned in the shouts of the audience and could not reach McCall's ears at all.

The referee Ryan squatted and stared at McCall, seeing that his frame was still there, this was a defensive reaction, and his sanity was fine, so he didn't stop the game.

"Oh!"

Zhou Quan hit McCall's left hook with a heavy back swing, followed by a left lower uppercut to continue to attract the opponent's hug, and then blasted out a right swing again, hitting McCall's left temple above.

"Uh!"

McCall groaned, and gold stars began to shine around his head.

The next moment, driven by instinct, when his frame moved up to protect his head, a ferocious left oblique hook hit his lower right rib.

"what!"

This is a real scream, the moment of being punched, the strong tingling sensation made McCall's body stiffen.

"Stop!"

Taiwan judge Ryan finally rushed forward and pushed Zhou Quan away.

"Ow!"

Zhou Quan turned around, roared fiercely, and raised his fists towards the auditorium.

"Oh hoo!"

At this moment, earth-shattering cheers sounded in the MGM Stadium.

"KKKKKKKKKKO!"

Chelsea jumped up from the chair, screaming excitedly.

"The new head of WBC is born! Congratulations Iron Fist, you are the heavyweight champion of the world! Congratulations 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 getting hit once. You are the most unlikely professional boxer in the world. You will become the brightest in professional boxing. A star of my life." Chelsea shouted excitedly.

The ring is already crowded with people, including Zhou Quan's friends and more media reporters, but there are still people trying to climb up.

Zhou Quan's coaching team didn't all go up, leaving a few people with Zhou Jun to protect Zeng Li under the pillar, otherwise they might be crushed.

Of course Tyson and other boxing champions would not climb up, the friendship is not for that's sake.

"Crack clap..."

The reporters who couldn't squeeze in could only keep pressing the shutter, and the reporters who came up were even worse than not coming up. They had no chance to ask questions at all.

"Go down, gentlemen, go down quickly, OK?"

The official staff of WBC began to chase people away, and Ross Hogg, the chairman of the golden belt, couldn't come up.

The staff invited some media reporters down, leaving only the reporter from FOX TV station and a photographer with a video camera.

Some of Zhou Quan's friends stayed, such as Stallone, Arnold, O'Neal, Rodman, Thomas, are all celebrities and stars, and are eligible to stay on it.

"Ahli, Xiaojun, come up quickly."

The stage was a little empty, Zhou Quan called Zhou Jun and Zeng Li up.

This is his happiest moment. When he won the NBA championship twice, he didn't have his family around. This time, not only his family was there, but his girlfriend was also there. It was perfect.

After cleaning up the boxing ring, Hogg entered the boxing 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 lifted it up excitedly.

"Oh!"

Huge cheers began to blow through the stadium like a hurricane.

Stallone looked excited and envious, he had already touched the gold belt several times, it made him drool, and he had the urge to snatch it.

Zhou Quan put a gold belt around his waist. This is a copy he made. It cost more than 12 US dollars and used two kilograms of gold. It is decorated with more than 200 broken diamonds. It is very beautiful, far better than the one from WBC. Gold belts are more luxurious and shiny.

"Crack clap..."

In addition to the media, there are countless boxing fans taking pictures with their prepared cameras.

FOX's reporter in the ring started the interview, asking, "Iron Fist, how does it feel to wear the gold belt?"

Zhou Quan thought for a while, and said with a smile: "There is a feeling of, um, about to fly into the sky, and I can even feel a feeling of pushing my back."

"Ha ha……"

The whole gym laughed.

The reporter asked again: "The time limit for the mandatory defending battle 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 both NBA basketball and professional boxing, do you intend to formally launch a third sport, such as golf?"

Zhou Quan said: "My main career is still in the NBA. At present, boxing should be my second career. I also hope to achieve further success in these two sports, and then I will focus more on other sports. .”

These words relieved Stern who was in New York, and disappointed Ross Hogg who was beside Zhou Quan.

Hogg actually hoped that Zhou Quan would focus on boxing, and he was very excited by the PPV sales this time.

But Zhou Quan's attitude did not disappoint him too much, because Zhou Quan's biggest selling point is cross-border, and the high exposure rate of NBA in North America also helps Zhou Quan maintain a high popularity.

After getting off the ring, Zhou Quan was surrounded by more media reporters.

"Iron Fist..."

"Iron Fist..."

He dealt with it patiently and with a smile on his face. This is the highlight moment of his sports career, without any impatience.

Half an hour later, the interview was over, and he bid farewell to all the boxing fans before returning to the lounge to take a bath.

"Iron Fist, wear it for me."

Entering the waiting room, seeing Zhou Quan took off the gold belt, Stallone, who had been hungry for a long time, hurriedly took it.

"Come on, take a picture of me."

Stallone yelled excitedly with a big smile on his face.

"Crack clap..."

The few reporters who had been following quickly started taking pictures.

"It's my turn." O'Neill came up to grab it.

"Hey, Shark, let me wear it for a while." Stallone quit, pushing O'Neal away.

"Haha..." Zhou Quan laughed.

Not long after, a big party started.

The Champagne wine tower has more than a dozen floors, and the champagne is poured from the top glass, and several boxes of Champagne are poured before the bottom glass is 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 each get a glass. Rose Hogg and others went up to get the wine.

"Chels!"

When Zhou Quan raised his glass, everyone drank together.

After the toast, 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 blushed a little after drinking a glass of champagne, so he shook his head. The sofa sat down.

He didn't care about Mr. Zhou, 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.

"Zhou, 320 million PPV sales, you can share 200 million US dollars, plus appearance fees and box office revenue, [-] million."

After Philip came over to say this, he drank the glass of red wine in his hand, looking even more excited than Zhou Quan.

He has a 1000% share, earns [-] million dollars a week, and he can share [-] million dollars from it. This is why he is excited.

Zhou Quan smiled and said, "I heard that Michael Tyson earned [-] million US dollars?"

Philip smiled and said, "Yes, but Don Jin sucked too much blood from him, earning more than him."

"Hans..."

Seeing coach Hans and his boxing team not far away, Zhou Quan yelled, and when they came over, he said to Philip: "Rogge, give each of them a bonus of 30 US dollars, the sparring partner and Coach Hans [-] per person."

"awesome!"

"Thank you, Iron Fist."

A dozen people shouted excitedly.

"OK."

Philip nodded with a smile.

After a while, Zhou Quan actually received a congratulatory call from the embassy, ​​conveying congratulations and condolences from China.

Philip took the time to ask: "Zhou, the deadline for the mandatory defending battle is half a year. After April [-] next year, the WBC can give you a maximum extension of three months. Otherwise, you will either give up the WBC title or be deprived by the official. What do you think?" of?"

"Postponed for three months, that is, before July [-] next year at the latest, I will play my first mandatory defending match." Zhou Quan nodded and said, "The WBC probably hopes that I will complete the first match within half a year." Defending the title?"

Nodding his head, Philip said: "You have such great influence now, your box office appeal is so great, and PPV has broken the sales record of 300 million. Of course, WBC hopes that you will play the first defending battle as scheduled.

Not only them, Bob Arum and Don King are also lobbying me just now, I hope I can convince you to complete the defending battle as soon as possible.

They think you have no damage accumulation in these two fights, you haven't even been hit once tonight, and a short-term title defense is completely feasible. "

After thinking about it for a while, Zhou Quan shook his head and said, "The new season is about to start, and I'm going to start preparing for the new season, so I definitely can't 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 is not enough, you will give up the title. "

"That's a pity." Philip said regretfully.

"It's no pity. The four major organizations plus the IBO, I have five gold belts worth winning. Giving up the WBC title is not a big loss to me. As you said, with my current box office appeal, I will challenge other players." The world boxing champion, they should not reject me." Zhou Quan said.

"That's true. Although McCall lost his gold belt, he made tens of millions of dollars." Philip laughed.

People from Zhou Quan's side came over from time to time, but Zeng Li didn't find a chance to talk to him. After the party went on for almost two hours, everyone drank a little too much, and then slowly began to disperse.

His decision to defend his title after the end of next year's season also disappointed the WBC and Bob Arum, but there was nothing he could do about it.

As the latest head of the WBC, Zhou Quan lived in the presidential suite, which was arranged by the MGM Hotel, free of charge, for a period of one week.

The MGM Hotel also earned blood from these two boxing matches, from room revenue to box office share of the gymnasium, there are tens of millions of profits.

"Ah Li, don't leave tonight."

After entering the bedroom, Zhou Quan said drunkenly, Zeng Li's little face turned red in an instant while he was in his arms.

(End of this chapter)