While floating, he twisted his waist and raised his arms, and a left uppercut was blasted.

The reason for the left uppercut was that Holyfield had just hit an empty right hook, and his opponent's right rib was open and there was no defense.

"Not good!"

Holyfield's right foot had just slid backwards, and his empty right fist arm had just been retracted, and when he was about to hold it, he launched a counterattack from Zhou Quan.

But by the time he saw Zhou Quan's counterattack, all the reaction actions were already too late, and in the next moment, the blow came.

"Bang!"

In the sound of a heavy blow, his right rib punch, he snorted, and his whole body was stiffened by this heavy hook.

In the next moment, Zhou Quan's back hand swung out again.

"Fight back!"

"Left hook hit!"

Hanks Dorray and Grant Maywes shouted at the same time.

"The old fox is going to be bad!"

"Evander is a little passive!"

At this time, Michael Tyson, Lewis, Riddick Bau and other world champions under the ring are all eyeing the ring.

"Bang!"

Zhou Quan hit Holyfield on the left forehead corner with a right swing, deflecting the opponent's body.

It's still Holyfield making a backward dodge move, otherwise it's right in the temple, and a knockout with one punch is possible.

"Get out of the way!"

His coach shouted from the audience.

But Holyfield wants to withdraw, wants to go around, wants to get rid of Zhou Quan, can Zhou Quan agree? No way! I've been letting you fight for a long time, and it's my turn.

"Bang!"

Zhou Quan threw a ferocious left hook, and after Holyfield held and blocked, he immediately reached forward to hug.

Zhou Quan's reaction was so fast, the level 96 nerve reaction speed made him instantly come back and slide at the critical moment, keeping up with Holyfield's hugging rhythm, once again distancing himself from the opponent, and destroying the opponent's hugging tactics.

In fact, in the eyes of outsiders, Zhou Quan was like a foresight, he predicted the opponent's hugging tactics, and took a step back in time to open the distance.

In the next moment, Zhou Quan, who had just opened the distance, twisted his waist and raised his arms, and blasted out a fierce and superb right upper hook.

"Not good!"

Holyfield only felt an object appear in his vision below at high speed, and by the time he was about to react and lean back, it was too late.

Maybe his dodge was only a tenth of a second late, but on top of the ring, a tenth of a second was enough to land a heavy punch, not to mention that he didn't realize it until after the punch was made.

"Bang!"

In the next moment, Zhou Quan's right fist slammed into Holyfield's uncovered chin, Holyfield's chin was slammed upward, and his teeth flew into the air with a large amount of saliva.

"Oh!"

A hurricane blew at the scene, and it was the exclamation of 20,000 fans.

"Whack!"

"Whack!"

Hanks Dorray and Grant Maywes shouted excitedly at the same time.

“Stop！ Stop！ ”

Seeing that the mouth guard was knocked out, the referee took the risk of being hit by Zhou Quan, and rushed up as soon as possible and pushed Zhou Quan away.

Holyfield did have a good chin, and after a heavy blow, he didn't fall, but staggered two steps back, grabbed the guardrail rope and stood.

"It's a pity!"

Unable to continue the attack, Zhou Quan regretted it and retreated to the neutral corner.

"Click, click, click......"

No matter near or far, all the media reporters frantically pressed the shutter at him.

"Oh roar!"

The Assassin and a group of friends such as O'Neill and Stallone yelled at him.

"Boy, you're too weak! If it were me, I would definitely knock him out. Michael Tyson shouted disdainfully at Zhou Quan.

Zhou Quan gritted his teeth and couldn't speak, but just showed his fists to Tyson.

Where will Michael Tyson show weakness, and he also lit up his fists at Zhou Quan at the moment.

At this moment, both of them were like fierce tigers, showing their fangs at each other.

"Click, click, click......"

When all the media reporters saw this scene, they immediately photographed this moment excitedly.

"Hanks, did you say the old fox's toothguards were knocked out, or did he spit it out on his own?" On the ESPN commentary seat, Grant Mayvis asked with interest.

Hanks Dorray laughed, "The old fox is a little yin, but he shouldn't do that, right?" ”

Grant Maywes laughed: "So Holyfield's jaw is really strong, and after being hit hard, it didn't fall." ”

"In other words, the world underestimated his jaw and ability to resist blows." Hanks Dorray said with a smile.

At this time, Holyfield changed his mouth guards, and the ring was wiped clean, and after checking his condition, the bench referee called Zhou Quan over, and then checked the gloves of the two, and finally gave an order, and the game continued.

However, the clock was delayed for at least a minute, and after a few more fights, the bell rang for the end of the second round.

Hanks Dorray and Grant Maywes invited several world champions to the commentary table, and Dorray asked, "Champions, who do you think will win this title defense now?" ”

A few people, you look at me, I look at you, Michael Tyson took the lead and said: "Of course, the iron fist successfully defended the title, and Evander couldn't hit him at all." ”

"Michael, you can't be so arbitrary, Holyfield is fully capable of beating Iron Fist, he just needs to take one or two heavy blows." Riddick Bauer said.

Lewis said cautiously: "To be honest, the Iron Fist King surprises me every time he fights, and he is definitely the fighter who gets hit the least number of times on the planet. ”

"I think he's the best dodge boxer on the planet." Narrator Hanks Dorray said.

"That can't be! I'm the best dodge fighter on the planet. Michael Tyson glared at Dorray with a pair of fierce eyes.

Dorley laughed, but before he could say anything, Grant Mervis interjected with a smile: "Of course, no one denies this. ”

However, apparently Lewis disagreed, saying: "Michael, you have passed your peak since you were released from prison, and now you are not as good as Iron Fist." ”

"What did you say?"

Hearing this, Tyson's fists immediately clenched.

At this time, Riddick Bow added a fire and said, "Michael, you have never fought with the three of us, but unfortunately your peak is over. ”

"Fart, I've been training for a year, and now the peak is back, when are we going to have one?"

Tyson stared at Riddick Bower viciously and yelled that if he hadn't been in the sixth grade class with Riddick Bow, he would have pounced on and bit this guy to death.

The peak of his career was between the ages of twenty and twenty-four, but it was a pity that during that time he became Don Jin's gold-absorbing machine, and Tang Jin never arranged him the strongest opponents, only arranged some messy opponents for him, which made him very regretful.

And the biggest regret is that he has not fought against the other three heavenly kings in this life, and now his peak has passed.

"Evander, how are you?" Under the pillar, coach Rose asked nervously.

Holyfield gasped twice and said, "I'm a little dizzy, but I'll get better soon." ”

"Good, now that you've seen his dodge ability, be more careful." Rose admonished.

"His dodge ability is too strong, stronger than Tyson and Ali's dodge, how can I fight?" Holyfield asked, staring at Rose with a fierce look in his eyes.

"It's still a counterattack, but you have to get the rhythm right, you can't let him do combination punches, look for opportunities to hit hard when the offense and defense are switching, only then can you win him." Ross said in a deep voice.

Holyfield nodded, and Rose said: "Attention, his reaction speed is very fast, and it can even have a predictive effect, when you hugged just now, you advanced and he retreated, almost at the same time, resulting in the failure of the hug, so you have to be careful." ”

Holyfield nodded again, and Rose added, "The Iron Fist King hasn't been hit hard so far, and we can't tell how strong or weak his resistance is, but I don't think his jaw will be an iron chin."

Ivand, maybe you can take a risk, you should have a better pace than him, learn Tyson's style of play, get into his inside circle, play duel in close range, punch for punch, and hit his chin with hooks so he can't escape instantly. ”

“OK。”

Holyfield nodded, bit down on the mouthguard that his assistant had stuffed in, and stood up.

"Dang!"

The bell rings for the third round.

“Box！”

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

According to the coach's tactics, Holyfield grabbed from the beginning and wanted to find opportunities to play the right attack.

But Zhou Quan's basic tactics are kite flying, the enemy retreats and I advance, the enemy advances and I retreat, only I fight people, no one fights my tactics, and I will not fight against the opponent at all.

This kite flying tactic can make the most of his light weight and dodge ability, and can also use the most accurate punches, which is the most suitable tactic for him.

Holyfield stood, and he immediately stepped back two steps before getting around.

He weighs 6.5 kilograms less than his opponent, but when it comes to movement, he doesn't have much of an advantage because Holyfield has a better boxing pace than him.

Therefore, the movement ability of the two is similar, and his movement is also very cautious, neither giving the opponent a chance to attack, nor giving the opponent a chance to grab his inner circle.

The pair made contact between the walks and couldn't take advantage of the chances, and the third round passed quickly for nearly two minutes.

"Hanks, Tekken's kite-flying style is similar to Lewis's, and Lewis is also this kite-flying style, so do you think his style of play is more similar to Lewis or is it more similar to Tyson?" Grant Mayvis asked.

"Obviously, he's a combination of the two, so that creates a terrifying effect, where people can't hit him, and he often gets a stormy attack and stuns the opponent," said Hanks Dorray. ”

Grant Mayvis nodded and said: "With both Tyson and Ali's god-level dodge skills, as well as stormy offensive firepower, and the most accurate punches, coupled with Lewis's kite flying style, this is the reason why Iron Fist has never been hit hard and rarely hit in a serious disadvantage in weight and heavy punch power, but has knocked out opponents 4 times."

"Bang bang!"

An exasperated Holyfield slammed his fists into each other, then made an uppercut motion and threw a provocative rant at Zhou.

Zhou Quan smiled, walked around the left, sent a shoulder fist, and a fast and accurate jab blasted, bang, hitting Holyfield's right cheek.

Holyfield didn't dodge for a while, but because there was a dodge action, the blow force was not heavy, and he reacted immediately, grabbing the rack again, trying to grab Zhou Quan's inner circle, trying to collude with Zhou Quan.

But where will Zhou Quan let the opponent get his way, he will never let the opponent grab into his inner circle, not that he is afraid of the inner circle, but if he does that, he will lose his biggest advantage, and that kind of play is not a wise man.

A reverse slip opened the distance, and at this time, Holyfield grabbed again, and Zhou Quan suddenly blasted out a left and right straight punch combo.

"Bang! Boom! ”

Very precise, the straight front hand directly opened the Holyfield hold, and the back straight hand immediately hit the opponent's nose through the open gap.

"Hit hit, hit!"

Hanks Doerrey snapped.

At the moment of Holyfield's punch, he only felt a cracked nose, which was extremely sour, and tears and snot gushed out together.

Regardless of thirty-seven twenty-one, he put his arms on his shoulders and stepped forward to hug Zhou Quan directly.

"Bang!"

In the next moment, Zhou Quan did not retreat to dodge the opponent's hug, but directly hit a left upper hook and hit Holyfield's chin.

At this moment, Holyfield's head tilted up violently, and the toothguards did not fly out again, but the whole person fell directly backwards, and with a bang, it slammed on the floor.

The smashing action was to fall straight to the ground, and the back of his head also touched the ring, obviously, when he fell to the ground, his mind was already a little problematic, and he did not make a self-protective head-up movement.

“Stop！ Stop！ ”

The referee immediately rushed forward, vigorously pushed Zhou Quan away, and pointed to a bottom pillar, signaling Zhou Quan to retreat to a neutral corner.

"Oooooooooo......oo

At this time, the entire MGM Stadium was already boiling, and the huge cheers and shouts were like a volcanic eruption.

"Whack! Tekken hits Holyfield in the chin again! He knocked out the old fox with a heavy hook! Grant Maywes roared excitedly.

Hanks Dorray said excitedly: "The Iron Fist King first used his jab to constantly suppress Holyfield's top tackle, and Holyfield obviously wants to grab the Iron Fist King's inner circle.

But that didn't go his way, as the Iron Fist King suddenly opened his hold with a straight left and right punch combo and hit the bridge of his nose as he stepped in again, and then slammed him to the chin with an uppercut as he tried to cuddle.

Now that he's down, it's the second time he's been hit the chin, the first time he's held up, and he didn't even fall to the ground, will he be able to survive this time? ”

"Oooooooooo......oo

In the neutral corner, the excited Zhou Quan raised his fists at the fans, making the decibel level of the entire gymnasium climb to the top.

"Iron Fist! Tekken ......"

Countless fans are shouting, Stallone, Assassins, O'Neill, coach Hans, Philip, etc. are also shouting.

Zeng Li's eyes were full of tears excitedly, her husband won without much beating, this is the best result.

"Click, click, click......"

All the reporters pressed the shutter one after another, freezing the moment.

“One！ Two！ Three……”

The bench referee is powerfully counting the seconds, and when he reads, he waves his hand, as if he is cheering Holyfield on.

Under the ring, Holyfield's coach Rose was roaring wildly: "Ivande, get up, get up, get up!" ”

Lying in the ring, Holyfield only felt that the whole world was tumbling, and it was sinking sharply, as if it was going to hell.

He knew he had been punched, and it was a strange feeling, and it saddened him.

He tried his best to shake off the intense feeling of vertigo and float himself out of hell, but no effort was to avail, he couldn't even grit his teeth, he was still sinking, and willpower couldn't help him.

When the bench judge read eight, he saw that Holyfield couldn't get up, and he didn't delay, and immediately divided his hands to the left and right, signaling the end of the boxing match.

"Oh roar!"

As soon as this action came out, the entire gymnasium suddenly fell into a boiling again.

"Congratulations to the Iron Fist Champion for knocking out Holyfield and completing the first mandatory title defense of the WBC World Heavyweight Title." Hanks Dorray roared excitedly.

Grant Mervis then shouted in an impassioned tone, "Congratulations to the Iron Fist King, you have only been able to defend your title without any heavy blows in three rounds, and you have once again demonstrated your dodge ability to the fans around the world." ”

Hanks Dorray said excitedly: "Congratulations again to the Iron Fist King, by the end of the title defense, the PPV sales of this boxing tournament have reached 4.21 million, which is an exciting statistic, you have made history again and again." ”

"Congratulations to the Iron Fist King, you have become the highest-grossing and most gold-absorbing professional boxing champion in the world." Grant Mayvis laughed.

(End of chapter)