On the ring, Zhou Quan hugged his arms, constantly shaking, approaching Muller, step by step, never stopping, the momentum was sharp, it was extremely strong, and it only forced Muller to retreat.

Michael Tyson and several other world champions have left their seats and squeezed under the ring.

"The style of play is really similar to Michael." Holyfield said loudly.

Tyson's eyes lit up, and judging from the approach of the Iron Fist, he seemed to see his younger self, no matter how strong the opponent was, he would always only move forward.

"Attack! Offensive ......"

The shouts of the gymnasium continued, wave after wave.

Zhou Quan pressed step by step, coupled with the shouts of the gymnasium, as a two-time world boxing champion, Michael Muller knew that he could not retreat.

After being punched out of the ring by Foreman, he is now similar to Holyfield, both at a low point in his career, and if he doesn't take the initiative to attack, he will be spurned by the fans, and his career may be over, and he will really be forced to retire.

When he retreated to the guardrail, he slid to the left side, went around to Zhou Quan's right front side, and a sudden jab was struck, and when Zhou Quan dodged, a heavy backhand punch blasted over.

Zhou Quan dived quickly, flashed the opponent's back hand and swung again, and his left arm held the frame at the same time, taking advantage of the momentum of floating, twisting his waist and raising his arm, and slamming his right hook into the opponent's chin.

"Shoot the air! Shoot the air ......" Shachel roared continuously.

"Attack!" Winston yelled too.

"Whew!"

Muller's third punch was combined with two front punches to form a combination.

"Bang!"

A forehand flat hook slammed into Zhou Quan's left arm holder.

"Whew!"

In the next moment, Zhou Quan's counterattack arrived, and a right uppercut, with a bang, slammed into Muller's chin with great precision.

Muller saw that Zhou Quan not only did not retreat, but instead fought back, and knew that it was going to be bad, at this time his third flat hook hit the hug, and immediately threw his head back, and the next moment, Zhou Quan's right fist hit the tip of his nose into the air.

"It's dangerous!"

He immediately took a step back, then slid out of the way, ending the contact.

"Oh, it's empty! Iron Fist's counterattack is also missed! The hammer is really experienced, otherwise this uppercut hit the chin and he could have been knocked outright. Shachel roared excitedly.

"In the face of Muller's combination punch attack, Iron Fist did not retreat, but hit a counterattack in time, blocking the opponent's combination punch offensive, and attacking against attack is the best defense." Winston yelled excitedly.

"This kid has a hand." Michael Tyson said.

"No worse than a hammer." Lewis said.

In the first minute of the first round, the two sides made three contacts, all of which were Zhou Quan's active attacks, and Mou Xie's defensive counter-attacking style was already obvious.

"None of them hit effectively, the first round was just a test, although the iron fist kept approaching and took the initiative to attack, but the intensity was not high." Sharkell said.

"The hammer is very cautious in the face of the iron fist!" Winston said.

"He can't afford to lose, and if he loses again tonight to Iron Fist, a rookie and crossover, he will have to retire like Tyson David Tua." Sharkell said.

After a minute of probing, Zhou Quan touched something from Mueller.

This kind of actual combat is the fastest way to understand the opponent, and for a person with little boxing experience, especially his opponent Muller is still a two-time champion and defeated Holyfeld's world boxing champion, this is a necessary temptation, and he can't attack it as soon as he comes up.

In the 71st second of round one, he once again grabbed the grab, and with an extremely strong and unstoppable momentum, he approached Michael Muller.

Mueller stepped back and went around again, but this time he found he couldn't get out of contact.

Zhou Quan no longer let Muller get rid of him, and bit the other party with his faster movement ability.

His ability to move is actually far superior to that of his opponent, and he is the best in the NBA, not to mention that the opponent is a guy who weighs nearly 10 kilograms heavier than him?

He also has a level 96 nervous reaction speed, and if Muller wants to get rid of him, it is simply impossible, just like David Tua can't get rid of him.

Mueller shook off the defeat and tried to block Zhou's pursuit with a jab.

But Zhou Quan let his opponent shoot into the air with a slight shake, and then hit his opponent's right temple with an extremely sharp left flat hook.

Muller is left-handed, the left fist is the first hand, the jab is the left hand fist, when the jab is played, of course, there is no hug on the left side, when Zhou Quan punches him, the left frame is too late to hug it, and he is hit by a punch.

"Bang!"

The moment before he was hit, he swung his head with experience, and after unloading his force in time, he was not hit solidly, so it was not a heavy blow, and then he immediately retreated, so as not to attack the combination punch with the iron fist.

"Hit!" Schachell shouted.

"Combo punch!" Winston shouted excitedly at the same time.

Where can Zhou Quan let Muller escape, quickly grab to keep up, and another fierce first heavy straight punch, between the gaps in the opponent's huddle.

"Bang!"

Muller only felt that his arms were scattered, and he was almost opened, and he could only retreat again, sliding and running, and speeding up to get rid of Zhou Quan's pursuit.

"Damn!"

Seeing that Michael Mueller almost got rid of him by running, if it weren't for the bite of the mouth guard, Zhou Quan could have scolded directly.

"The fist power is small!"

"The power of the heavy punch is not enough!"

"If the weight of the iron fist is 100 kilograms, this punch can definitely open the grip of the hammer, and the hammer will not be able to escape."

"It is advisable to give up the NBA, gain 100 to 105 kilograms, concentrate on boxing, and you can definitely fight in the heavyweight class."

Shacher and Winston were very sorry.

"It's too much."

New York, hearing the words of the two commentators, David Stern was a little annoyed.

He has a hidden worry, since Zhou Quan won the championship for the second time, there are more and more media targeting him in the United States, and it is better to say that if he wins the championship again next season, Zhou Quan will definitely impact the dynasty of three consecutive championships, then the North American media should be crazy against Zhou Quan, and in that case, if Zhou Quan is forced to leave the NBA, it will be a huge loss for the NBA.

Zhou Quan is not as good as Jordan, although Jordan also likes other sports, such as baseball and golf, but he does not have a cross-border talent like Zhou Quan, if Zhou Quan is forced by the media, it is possible to choose other sports, such as choosing the most popular professional boxing as his main sport.

He knows very well that the popularity of heavyweight professional boxing in the world far exceeds that of the NBA, and with the boxing strength that Zhou Quan is showing now, he should also be able to occupy a place in the heavyweight boxing world.

At MGM Stadium, the first round continued, and Zhou Quan once again pressed in on Michael Muller. He has become more and more familiar with Muller's style of play, including the movement habits of his opponents.

Michael Muller found it increasingly difficult to get rid of Iron Fist, which left him with a strong sense of danger.

"Whew!"

With a quick right sliding step, Zhou Quan took the lead and blocked the bypassing Muller for a moment, and a right hand swung over, fanning the attack surface, forcing Muller to dive and dodge.

"Shoot the air!"

In the next moment, he twisted his waist and raised his arm, and a left uppercut punch hit the diving Muller.

"Bang!"

Muller could only hold on to the hug, and Zhou Quan's prepared punch slammed into the hug, causing the hug to fall apart, revealing Mueller's chin hidden inside.

Muller hurriedly retreated, and at the same time tightened his left and right hugs to the middle, trying to reclose the middle door and protect his fragile chin.

He knew that Iron Fist's next attack would have to be his jaw.

But the next moment, between twisting his waist and waving his arms, Zhou Quan once again threw out a right hand swing.

"Oops!"

Seeing a fist shadow coming from the corner of his left eye, Muller couldn't help but pause in his heart, and his upper body subconsciously accelerated back along the retreat under his feet.

But with a miscalculation, his reaction was slow.

Zhou Quan planned everything, the first right hook forced Muller to dive, the second left hook forced the opponent to strengthen the protection of the chin, and the third right hook hit the gap above the opponent, such as the temples and cheeks exposed above the chin protection.

"Bang!"

At the moment when Michael Mueller leaned back, the heavy swing hit, causing him to snort, punch in the left temple, and his head was swung to the right, foaming at the mouth.

"Oooooooooo......oo

The MGM Arena resounded with the excited roars of countless fans.

"Hit! Whack! Iron fist slammed into Muller......" At the same time, on the HBO commentary seat, Shachel roared excitedly.

In his roar, Muller, who was already a little dizzy in his head, took a step back again, his back against the guardrail, and at this time, Zhou Quan approached again, and another heavy straight punch from the back hand was slammed.

"Bang!"

Muller, who was wheezing, defended with a hug, and his two eyes observed Zhou Quan's attack through the gap between the hugs, and the afterglow of his eyes also observed Zhou Quan from both sides.

"Bang!"

With a left hook, Zhou Quan slammed into the opponent's hold.

With two punches in a row, plus three punches just now, Zhou Quan threw five punches in a row, including one punch to his opponent, forcing his opponent to the edge of the guardrail.

At this time, he took a small half step back, opened a little distance, and did not continue to attack, but took a deep breath to increase the oxygen concentration in his blood.

If you don't adjust your breathing, it is likely that you will not be able to kill the opponent in a wave, and once the physical energy is exhausted, you have to stop attacking, and it is easy to be counterattacked by the opponent.

And his heavy punches are not too powerful, although he hit his opponent's left and right temples twice, he can't be desperate either, dreaming of forcing a wave to kill a strong opponent.

So it's important to get a good rhythm in attack.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Muller slid to the right to get rid of Zhou Quan.

He didn't take the opportunity to counterattack, because his back was against the guardrail, the position was too passive, and he had to get rid of the opponent first and then counterattack.

And he only needs two steps, and when he is less than half a second, as long as he goes around to Zhou Quan's side, it is when he counterattacks.

But just as Muller was sliding, Zhou Quan took a deep breath and moved sideways to the left at a faster pace, forcing his opponent back to the guardrail.

The next moment, the offensive began again.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

A jab halted his opponent's movement, then a half-step up and a backhand hook to force Muller into a passive takedown.

Next, holding his breath, Zhou Quan's combination punch began.

The right flat hook, the left upper hook, the right swing, and then the left upper hook, four consecutive dense combination punches, accurately hit the gap of the Muller hug, forcing Mueller to block left and right, but more gaps were exposed, the hug was completely messed up, and Mueller had to dive down sharply to narrow the defensive area.

At this moment, Zhou Quan's fifth punch burst out.

"Right flat hook!" Winston shuddered.

"Bang!"

Muller, who was diving sharply, punched again in his left temple and was knocked straight to the ground.

“Stop！”

The Taiwanese referee rushed forward and pushed Zhou Quan away.

"Oh!"

The entire MGM Stadium instantly resounded with an overwhelming roar, and the emotions of the fans had reached a level of excitement with this heavy punch knockdown, and the adrenaline gushed out like an open faucet.

"Oh!"

Zhou Quan ran to the neutral corner and raised his knockout right hand at countless fans, causing the decibels of the shouts to rise sharply again.

"Knock down! It's another hard hit! The third effective blow of the Iron Fist, the second hit the left temple......" Shacher's roar rang out.

"In the 144th second of the first round, Iron Fist slammed his opponent for the second time and knocked out his opponent, former world champion and two-time champion Michael Muller, can he still get up? Does he have a chance to be crowned king three times? Winston's roar followed.

"Michael, get up!"

"Get up, Michael!"

Michael Muller's coaches and aides yelled at Muller from the ring, slapping the ground incessantly.

"Shet! This time, I was afraid that I would lose again, but fortunately I only ordered 100,000. When Michael Muller was knocked out, Michael Jordan cursed secretly.

Barkley, who was next to him, laughed, and if Mueller lost, he would only lose $40,000, and the important thing was that he finally won.

"You should be able to get up." Off the ring, Riddick Bower stared at Michael Mueller for a moment, then said affirmatively.

"The weight of the iron fist is too small, and the strength of the heavy punch is not enough." Tyson said.

"This kid has such a good dodge ability! Mueller misses him. Foreman said with envy.

"That's because he has a very good sense of space, and his fists are all brushed, which is conducive to a quick counterattack." Lewis said.

"It's okay to have a combination punch." Holyfield said.

"The strength of the heavy punches is not enough, and the combination punches are not good, what else is he fighting?" Michael Tyson said.

At this time, the referee's count reached the 7th second, and Michael Muller finally got up.

When he stood up, he shook his head and sweated a lot.

Seeing Muller's movements, the bench cut frowned, but it was not easy to say anything, delaying time is a fighter's tactic.

He first checked Mueller's condition and asked Mueller to count his fingers, and after that, because of a lot of sweat on the stage, he could only use a rag to wipe the floor, and after wiping, the bell for the end of the first round also rang.

Muller breathed a sigh of relief and sat back down on the side of the bottom post, where the coach and assistants had already climbed up.

His left and right temples were hit once each, and his left temple was hit twice, and they were already swollen, not too serious, but they were also swollen by half a centimeter, and the injury was not too light, and the power of Zhou Quan's heavy blow was actually not small, and the explosive power was very strong, but the power of one punch KO was not enough.

The assistant rubbed Vaseline, and the coach began to lay out the tactics.

"Michael, be careful of his approach, that kid is moving much faster than you, you need to get rid of him in time."

"I didn't do well defensively in the first round, and I suffered a lot from two heavy blows, so I can't be hit hard by him anymore."

"You have to play to your left-handedness, press his back hand with your right and hit him with your own back hand so you have a chance to get a heavy blow, understand?"

"Understood."

"Use your jab to press his back hand more and don't get close to him, so you don't have to get too close to him, it's safer, it's easier to get rid of him."

On the other side, Hans said to Zhou Quan, "Iron Fist, well done, got three effective blows, two of which were heavy blows.

Then next, he should be very tight so as not to eat more of your heavy hits, so you have to be a little more patient.

The first round has already proved that his mobility is inferior to you, so the next way to play, you have to fly his kite and take the initiative in attack and defense like you did last time against David Tua, so that you can win him more securely.

Also, be careful of his backhand, as soon as he counters and has the potential to land a combination punch, use your movement advantage to get rid of him immediately.

If you are not as fast as you, he will definitely look for an opportunity to hit you hard, otherwise he will definitely lose than the points, so you have to be careful, as long as you are not knocked out by his heavy blows, it must be you who wins. ”

Under the ring, Zeng Li looked at Zhou Quan with the ring, although Zhou Quan had the advantage just now, she was still quite worried.

"Don't worry, Ahri, I'll win."

Zhou Quan noticed Zeng Li's feet at his feet, smiled, and stretched out his left fist.

"Hmm."

Zeng Lifu couldn't help laughing, and also stretched out his little fist and touched it.

"Bell!"

The bell rings for the second round.

“Box！”

The referee gave an order, and the game began.

(End of chapter)