"Iron Fist King continues to jab attack!" Hanks Dorray roared excitedly.

"Bang!"

One couldn't dodge, and Zhou Quan's jab punched through his hug, and he was punched in the face again.

"Jab hit!"

Grant Merwes snorted.

Holyfield slid back, Zhou Quan seized the opportunity to grab, and then received a heavy straight punch from the backhand, forcing the opponent's hugging to protect his head with all his might, revealing the gap of his chin, and he immediately raised his arm to a left uppercut.

Holyfield was so experienced that when he moved up the huddle, he knew that the Iron Fist King was likely to attack his jaw gap, so he immediately slid back.

"Whew!"

In the next moment, Zhou Quan's left fist grazed the tip of his opponent's nose with the sound of the wind.

"Shoot the air!"

Hanks Dorray let out a loud shout.

"Attack! Offensive! Offensive! ”

Michael Tyson in the audience roared excitedly.

Between Holyfield and the Iron Fist King, he prefers the Iron Fist style, almost exactly the same as him, which is why he wants to fight the Iron Fist King.

When he saw Zhou Quan's uppercut, there was only one thought in his mind, and that was to continue to attack, attack with all his might, and take advantage of Holyfield's retreat to play a wave of offensive frenzy, and he saw an opportunity to knock out Holyfield.

Zhou Quan did not stop attacking after hitting the air, just like Tyson thought, taking advantage of your illness and wanting your life, he wanted to take advantage of the opponent's retreat to play a wave of attacks and force the opponent into a defensive state.

"Straight right! Left swing! ”

Grant Mayvis snapped.

"Bang!"

At the same time as Zhou Quan grabbed it, he hit a heavy straight punch with his backhand, which directly blasted away Holyfield's double hug and hit the opponent's forehead from the middle.

However, after opening the cradle, the force is not large, but it is an effective blow.

But his attack wasn't over yet, and in the next moment, a ferocious left hook blasted through.

The hook calculated the amount of advance and he calculated that his opponent would dive.

But he miscalculated, and instead of diving, Holyfield grabbed him and grabbed him, wrapping his left arm over his shoulder.

"Ho Ho ......"

As they hugged each other, Holyfield's cow-like gasps rang in their ears.

"The Iron Fist King hit the old fox with a heavy straight punch and got an effective blow again." Hanks Dorray roared excitedly.

"It's a pity that no heavy blow was formed!" Grant Mayvis said regretfully.

"The old trick of the old fox, cuddle." Offstage, Michael Tyson said with a disgusted face.

“Break！”

When the two hugged each other, the bench judge came up and forcefully separated them, and then quickly shouted the next order: "box!" ”

At the moment of separation, almost at the same time as the bench cut out "box", Holyfield suddenly threw a jab, but fortunately, Zhou Quan reacted very quickly, his head was sideways, and it flashed.

"Damn!"

He cursed and immediately slid to the right and threw a jab.

Holyfield's left arm had not been fully retracted, only a single frame held his head and hurriedly flashed.

But he was fooled, this jab was false, and Zhou Quan actually hit a left and right straight punch combo, a strategy of playing before and after.

His left fist was a blow back, and in the next moment, his left foot slid forward, and as his right heel slid down, a heavy straight punch came out with his back hand.

Holyfield returned his head after dodging, and when he saw a black shadow attacking at high speed, he knew that it was the fist of the Iron Fist King, and instinctively dodged again, but it was too late.

"Bang!"

Zhou Quan slammed his fist on the opponent's hug, which was directly opened, and then hit Holyfield's left eye socket.

"It's dangerous!"

Holyfield was glad that there was a hug in the way, and quickly slid back to get rid of it.

But Zhou Quan's follow-up attack has already begun, and his back-slip step is not complete to get rid of.

Take a step up, blast a ferocious left swing, force your opponent to step back and dive again, and then take another step up and then a ferocious right uppercut.

"Bang!"

Holyfield doubled his face and chin tightly, and the hook slammed into the huddle without opening his defenses.

"Tekken continued to attack, but Holyfield held very well......" Hanks Dorray yelled excitedly.

"Bang!"

In the next moment, Zhou Quan landed a left flat hook on Holyfield's right temple, deflecting his opponent's head.

"Hit! Oh, the Iron Fist hits the old fox with a hook! It's a thump! Grant Mayvis exclaimed.

At the moment of the middle punch, Holyfield instinctively swung his head to the left, unloading most of the strength, coupled with the strong ability to resist the blow, when he was hit hard, it didn't make him feel a strong sense of vertigo, only a little.

In the next moment, he brazenly launched a counterattack, wanting to beat the Iron Fist King by surprise.

If the Iron Fist King thinks he's going to go on the defensive after being hit hard, he'll have to go all out, and in that case, the defense will be weak, and that's the best chance for him to launch a counterattack.

"Be careful!"

When Holyfield didn't retreat and advanced and threw a left uppercut, coach Hans was so anxious that he shouted.

Zhou Quan slammed his opponent with a left flat hook, followed by a backhand swing.

But then Holyfield suddenly stepped up and landed a left uppercut, which sent his backhand into the air and his right wrist smashed on the left side of his face.

Faced with the opponent's brazen counterattack, and at this time, the right arm could not be recovered, and was placed on Holyfield's left shoulder, and the entire right rib was empty, and he was in danger at once.

"Oops!"

At this moment, coach Hans's heart tightened, and he yelled: "Retreat!" ”

But no, Zhou Quan reacted quickly and made the most correct choice, facing the opponent's left uppercut, and hugged directly.

Holyfield hooked out a punch, and under Zhou Quan's embrace, half of the strike distance disappeared in an instant, although it hit the right rib, but there was not enough power distance, and the strike force could not be exerted at all, and the damage was limited.

He was a little unwilling, and seized the opportunity to punch Zhou Quan a few times under his right rib.

Not to be outdone, Zhou Quan hit Holyfield on the left side of his face a few times.

“Break！”

The judge immediately came over and separated the two, and then his right hand forcefully descended between the two, shouting: "BOX! ”

"Whew!"

Coach Hans let out a sigh of relief and shouted again: "Iron Fist, watch out for his counterattack!" ”

The duo then played several more waves of offense and defense, but neither took a good chance, and the bell rang for the end of the first round.

Hanks Dorray said: "I don't know the stats from the recording desk, but according to my records, the Iron Fist King got six effective strikes in the first round, and Holyfield only had one, which was the punch that just hit the right side of the Iron Fist King. ”

Grant Mervis said: "Holyfield is really super strong, and he only allowed the Iron Fist King to get six effective strikes in one round.

His weight is close to that of Tekken, he moves very fast, he dodges well, his technique is very well-rounded, he has a lot of experience, and his defense is very good, which is what makes Tekken not as effective as in previous fights, and the effect of precision strikes is weakened. ”

"But 6:1 is still a huge gap, which means that Holyfield has no second option, he must look for a knockout of Tekken, otherwise he will lose the 12 rounds, and he will not have a chance to win with the more aggressive attack of the Tekken King," said Dorray. ”

"Yes, that's what I thought too." Grant Mayvis nodded.

A reporter interviewed Tyson and asked, "Michael, who are you more optimistic about now?" ”

"Iron Fist, as I said, Evand can't beat him."

After Tyson said this, he said excitedly: "Iron Fist's dodging skills are too good, his spatial control is too strong, Evand can't hit him at all, and the possibility of being hit hard is very small."

And Evander's own heavy attack power is not enough, even if he is allowed to seize the opportunity to hit the iron fist, he is afraid that he will not be able to get the iron fist with just one punch. ”

Under the pillar, Hans said to Zhou Quan: "Iron Fist, I said it, he has the ability to fight back after being hit hard, you can't be careless, his ability to resist blows is actually very strong, don't be deceived by his weight." ”

Zhou Quan nodded, took a sip of water, and spit it out again.

Hans added: "His strength is very strong, super boxing champion, Iron Fist, you must be patient and ready to fight for 12 rounds, as long as you don't get knocked out by him, you will win him." ”

On the other side, Holyfield's coach Ross is admonishing: "Ivande, the counterattack just now was good, seize such an opportunity, maybe there will be a chance to hit him hard next time." ”

"I have no choice but to knock him out." Holyfield gasped.

His face was red and swollen in several places, especially the left eye socket was swollen, like a black circle, and he looked much more embarrassed than Zhou Quan.

"Defend well, we continue to play defensive counter-attacks. Be careful, cuddle in time to defuse his attack. Ross admonished.

"Dang!"

That's when the bell rings for the second round.

“Box！”

The referee gave an order, and the second round officially began.

Zhou Quan slid forward and tentatively landed a jab, but Holyfield took a step back, and after the shot, he followed up and landed another jab.

At this moment, Holyfield's upper body suddenly deflected to the left, and after dodging Zhou Quan's jab, he twisted his waist and waved his arm, and a left hook swept over.

"Whew!"

Zhou Quan reacted quickly, dived quickly, and let his opponent's left fist rub against the top of his head, and the fist wind whistled by.

Holyfield, who is a hundred times more experienced than Zhou Quan, seized the opportunity and launched a combination punch attack, and after Zhou Quan dived, he quickly blasted a right uppercut that hooked Zhou Quan's chin.

Zhou Quan quickly dodged sideways in the dive, and Holyfield hit an uppercut into the air, but then landed a left flat hook to hit Zhou Quan's temple.

"Attack, attack!"

Holyfield's coach saw an opportunity and roared from the audience.

"Whew!"

Zhou Quan ducked back, his fist brushing the tip of his nose, sending Holyfield into the air three times.

Despite the succession of misses, Holyfield's offensive was complete, and his combination punches did not stop, and the two fists poured down on Zhou Quan like bullets from a machine gun.

Zhou Quan's nerves were highly tense, and his attention was in a state of absolute concentration.

The full-level spatial imagination and full-level panoramic vision provide him with the most powerful offensive and defensive foundation, and any movement of the opponent cannot escape his vision, no matter which angle the punch comes from, it will be locked by him when it is just hit.

Absolute concentration made his level 96 nervous reaction speed explode with all his might, and he was able to react the fastest at the first time every time.

In the continuous dodging, his hug was even half lowered, just hugged on both sides of his chin, this stance allowed him to launch a counterattack at any time.

Holyfield looked at the defenseless little flat head and wanted to smash it with a punch, but he just couldn't seize the opportunity, and every time the punch passed, the little flat head would be the first to dodge, dodging his attack by a fraction of a second, so that he couldn't hold his breath.

"The Iron Fist King continues to hit the air, and the old fox launches a counterattack!" Grant Mayvis shouted.

"Shoot the air! Shoot the air! Shoot the air ......" Hanks Dorray's mouth shook rapidly, as if the air defense alarm had sounded.

"Oooooooooo......oo

Seeing Zhou Quan's god-level dodge and Holyfield's continuous misses, the MGM Stadium sounded an increasingly excited shout, and the momentum shook the sky.

"This kid?"

Michael Tyson's eyes widened in the audience, he once again saw Zhou Quan's god-level dodge, which is a technique he is good at, and now there is a guy who does it as well as he does.

Zhou Quan had already dodged ten punches in a row, but he was not in a hurry to launch a counterattack, because he wanted Holyfield to consume more physical energy before launching a counterattack, which would likely have a chance to blow the opponent in one fell swoop.

"Is this kid's dodge really so good? His dodging ability should be even better than that of Michael Tyson and Ali! ”

After Holyfield hit ten punches in a row, he was so shocked, not that he didn't know that Zhou Quan's dodging skills were powerful, but he didn't taste it himself, and he didn't experience it himself, so he didn't have specific feelings.

At this time, he decided to stop attacking, because if he continued to fight, if he couldn't hit the opponent, he would be in a rather passive situation, and now he stopped attacking and took the initiative to retreat, and he still had some spare strength to defend.

The next moment, after hitting the eleventh punch, he decided to stop his attack and prepare to hold and defend, while preparing to slide back and withdraw to get rid of Zhou Quan.

But his hugging and post-sliding retreat movements were not as fast as Zhou Quan's movements.

Between offense and defensive transitions, Zhou Quan's nervous reflexes allowed him to make quicker reflexes than Holyfield.

He successfully dodged Holyfield's backhand swing with a dive, and the next moment, he saw that the opponent did not twist his waist and exert force, and his core muscles did not exert force? This made him immediately understand that the opponent was not attacking and wanted to escape.

So without any hesitation, he immediately switched from defense to offense.

His offense was launched even faster than Holyfield's defense.

And all of this comes from the most incredible field of vision, as well as absolute concentration, with a level 96 of nervous reaction speed.

(End of chapter)