Fifth round. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After a dozen or so seconds of close contact, Foreman hit Holyfield's abdomen four times in a row, but Hawley leaned over and sank his arms, and the defense was very beautiful. As soon as he pulled away, his left-handed jab was frequently powerful, constantly hitting Foreman's face, especially his sudden left hook and right straight punch one or two combos, which always landed on Foreman's unguarded face, and the hit was thumping.

Foreman's cheekbones were already red and swollen, while Holyfield's skin was still as clean as a newborn baby.

Halfway through the bout, Foreman made a rare increase in the height of the hoop to better protect his chin, while also leaving no stone unturned to attack Holyfield's liver, abdomen, and kidneys with a left hook.

Holyfield was bouncing, sliding, and circling, and the sluggish Foreman simply had no ability to do solid, and he ate a lot of sharp left jabs and straight right hands in pursuit.

At the end of the round, Foreman landed a heavy jab that sent Holyfield back a few steps before a blundered left hook that threw Haly's head wide and Holly grinned and hugged him.

The audience can clearly see that the forty-two-year-old Foreman is far more powerful than the young Holyfield.

In the last ten seconds, the scene that everyone was looking forward to finally appeared, Foreman's unreasonable straight fists smashed his head and face, and Holyfield hugged his head and scurried, looking a little embarrassed.

Sixth round.

Holyfield's footwork was flowing, and he continued to follow Foreman's left side, and his jab continued to build and blossom everywhere.

His jab is smart, sharp, true and false, virtual and real, the timing of the punch is extremely mysterious, and the accuracy is also quite high, which can bring a very beautiful visual enjoyment to the spectators.

Under this dense attack, after eating so many short blows, Foreman's mentality did not change in the slightest, he was as steady as a mountain, continued to maintain his rhythm, and kept closing on Holyfield.

Not to be outdone, Hawley landed two dangerous straight left and right straight punches in the jaw, and Foreman immediately returned with a left and right uppercut, but only hit the gloves.

For more than a minute and 50 seconds, the number of times the two of them interacted increased, and they were entangled for a while.

Holyfield seemed to be adjusting his style of play, trying to reduce the jump and make a mid-range punch duel that was just what Foreman was looking for, and he gladly met the fight, with you hitting me and I'm going to hit you, and the final few dozen seconds were evenly divided.

Seventh round.

In the first few seconds, the offense and defense were as usual, and Holyfield's pace prevailed.

Ten seconds later, without any psychological preparation, Foreman suddenly burst into power, and he smashed a thunderous big hook into Holyfield's head, slapping the house to the point that he almost fell and even the fist fight was scattered!

Holyfield bared his teeth with his eyes closed, his expression pained, and after the blow he was hit, he breathed sharply, revealing his mouthguards.

Such a great opportunity, how can you miss it!

Foreman approached quickly, vigorously swinging his fist, hitting the door directly, the left and right hooks carried the wind and rain, slammed the waist and abdomen, and then the left jab, right straight fist, left hook fist, and right hook punch attacked one after another, and the offensive was like a tide, which was dizzying.

Within a minute, the defending champion was able to block left and right, and there was no chance to fight back at all.

The roar of the scene reached a boiling point, and everyone was screaming wildly! Can a forty-two-year-old boxing champion rewrite history and create miracles?

The answer is no.

Holyfield went around the circle of attack and a left hook was Foreman's face, causing him to sweat and his thinking to lag, and Holyfield was unforgiving, right hook, left hook, left hook, right hook, right hook...... He actually fired sixteen heavy cannons in one go, and almost half of them hit!

Foreman's offensive was broken down in an instant.

The damage caused by this group of fists was far more serious than the damage he inflicted on the opponent. Fortunately, he has a steel chin, and if he were replaced by anyone, he would probably have been lying down long ago.

Of course, Holyfield was the first of Foreman's long career to be the only one who could inflict such a lasting blow on him in a row.

After about two minutes, Foreman rose again, hitting Holyfield in the chin and forehead with three small hooks. It's a pity that because the offensive space is compressed, this kind of fist is not very lethal.

Round 8.

In the interval, the camera gives a close-up of the defending champion's face, and although Holyfield has a dark complexion, he can still see that there is a swollen patch.

Perhaps he hadn't recovered from his heavy punch combo, but Foreman looked a little sluggish, and he had only unleashed a few bluff jabs a minute before, but he had eaten more than a dozen of Holyfield's quick-punches in all sorts of tricks.

Eight rounds later, Holyfield is still as alive as the first round, the rhythm has not slowed down in the slightest, and the physical strength is so strong that it is perverted, which is really breathtaking!

Two minutes and thirty seconds, the "bang" sound of a straight punch hitting Foreman spread to every corner of the scene.

Holyfield struck the old boxing champion who was still pushing in vain as he wanted, face, head, jaw, abdomen, ribs, he punched as he wanted, he could hit wherever he wanted.

Thirty seconds later, Foreman's left hand hung low, his waist arched, his chin tightened, his right fist appeared loose, and the fist fight was rather strange.

Holyfield's eyes lit up: this is a heavy blow, and he wants to make a final decision!

Lao Huo is experienced, and his few jumps, hugs, and jabs forced Foreman to return to his normal offensive and defensive rhythm.

When the bell rang, all the audience applauded Foreman, who admired his indomitable spirit and hoped that he would be able to perform miracles.

In the corner of the fist, Foreman still did not sit down, he took a small sip of water, his expression was calm, and his eyes were resolute.

In the ninth and eleventh rounds, things didn't get any better, Holyfield dominated the court with his pace, and Foreman kept charging forward bravely, and of course, he was constantly taking a beating.

Round 11.

Reigning champion Holly experienced a brief drop in stamina, shortness of breath, and began to hug and cuddle with Foreman more often, causing boos from the audience.

Twelfth round.

As an exceptional fighter and a great legend, Foreman certainly understands what it takes to hold on and what it takes to give back to the audience, and at all times, he never forgets his mission and purpose, as his new nickname suggests:

The ironclad car of the era!

Foreman was still physical, but too slow, and he knew he was down by a big margin now, and he knew he had to knock out to win, but unfortunately, his heavy punches couldn't lock down Holyfield.

With the sound of a raging wave of cheers, Foreman approached Hawley as usual in the first round, swinging his fists stubbornly and endlessly. Holyfield fought while retreating, facing punches sharp and resolute, and still won frequently. In the last ten seconds, everyone stood up collectively, and the boxing championship ended with warm applause and shouts like a tide!

Subsequently, the three on-field referees played a disparity and unanimously ruled that Holyfield had successfully defended the title.

According to computer statistics, Holyfield threw a total of 584 punches and hit 355 times, and Foreman threw 444 punches and hit 188 times, a shooting rate of 61% to 42%, and the results were undisputed.

"A game with no losers!" "Wonderful!" Public opinion is almost unanimous!

In the post-match press conference, Holyfield said with sincere admiration: "It's hard to believe that Foreman can resist all my punches, Douglas didn't do it, I have to take my hat off and salute, he's a great guy." ”

Foreman said calmly: "I want to prove that a forty-year-old fighter has not been sentenced to death by the years, I feel that my arms are full of strength, and I can continue to fight until I am fifty years old!" I will definitely be back! ”

Forty-two-year-old Forman perfectly showed the world his indomitable character, tough style, superhuman courage and guts, although he did not win the game, but he won the audience and the dignity of the king.

This is a crucial match for the heavyweight division.

The fate of the two boxing champions has since embarked on a watershed, and the heavyweight boxing world will also usher in a new pattern......