On the ESPN commentary seat, commentator Leo Filton said excitedly: "Lewis is different from Tyson, after Tyson is imprisoned, his strength is not good, and his physical fitness and boxing skills are no longer at their peak."

But Lewis has been in his prime for a couple of years, and he's still in his prime, so I think it's going to be a fight. ”

Rick Pierce nodded and said excitedly: "Lewis is now 34 years old, he is still at the peak of his physical fitness, his boxing skills are great, and his comprehensive strength is indeed at his peak.

He's a late bloomer, and he really got into his prime when he was almost thirty years old in '94, hoping that he would have a close fight with the Iron Fist King. ”

Leo Filton laughed: "If the boxing champion Ali and Lewis are in the same era, I mean if, I bet on Lewis to win."

If Tyson and Lewis meet in their prime, I would also bet on Lewis to win, but unfortunately their prime. ”

"Lewis is the true king of kings."

Rick Pierce excitedly said, "I'd love to see the Iron Fist King finish the unification fight because I'm a fan of him.

However, I would also like to see Lewis beat the Tekken King because he is just perfect. His body, brain, and consciousness are the perfect template for a heavyweight fighter. ”

"Yes, Tyson is too short and has too short an arm span. The Iron Fist King is also a little worse, and his height and reach and weight are not as perfect as Lewis's. Holyfield also had his weaknesses, and the most perfect was indeed Lewis. Leo Filton said.

Speaking of this, a strange look flashed on his face, and he smiled: "I hope Lewis doesn't be careless, and he doesn't beat McCall like he did." ”

"Poof!"

Rick Pierce burst into laughter instantly, laughed for a few seconds before stopping, and said with a smile: "As Lewis's former sparring partner, knocking out Lewis in the second round and winning the WBC gold belt is the pinnacle of McCall's career. ”

"It's a pity that as Tyson's former sparring partner, Lewis didn't have a chance to fight Tyson." Leo Filton said.

On the ring, Zhou Quan was sitting under the bottom post, his assistant was smearing him with Vaseline, and coach Hans was making the final tactical advice.

"He's 12 kilograms heavier than you, with an arm span of 11 centimeters and 8 centimeters tall, he's very calm-headed, he's punching hard, be careful with his backhand, that's definitely going to knock you out."

"He's definitely going to control you with a serpent-like jab and then tackle you with a backhand punch, so improve your focus, use your dodging skills, get close to him and then play inside, and use Michael Tyson's style of play against him."

"Remember, keep an eye on his chin, he doesn't have an iron chin, only a glass chin."

"Again, watch out for his jab."

Under the bottom pillar opposite, Lewis's coach was also teaching him face-to-face.

"Don't let your punches take you away, his dodging skills are better than Michael Tyson's. I'm referring to Tyson in his prime, not the Tyson who now sits in the audience and doesn't dare to fight the Iron Fist King in a rematch. So after punching, be sure to recycle it as soon as possible to form a hug. ”

"Watch out for his punches, his punches must be better than yours. So defend and don't let him hit you in the head easily. The most important thing is the chin, protect it. ”

"Control him with a jab, get the rhythm of the combo, and don't let him get into your rim. Rely on your nimble pace to control the distance between you, and if he keeps getting closer, use your jabs to stop him and get rid of him. ”

"His weight is smaller than yours, his physical consumption must be less than yours, his boxing is more accurate than yours, and you are at a disadvantage in points, don't drag it to the end, so seize the opportunity to hit him with a heavy punch in the backhand, this is your only chance to win him."

At this time, on the ESPN commentary seat, Leo Filton suddenly said excitedly: "Congratulations to Iron Fist King and Lion, your PPV sales have exceeded the historical record of 5.16 million!" ”

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

The scene burst into warm applause.

A minute later, Rick Pearce's voice rang out, and he said very passionately: "Congratulations again to Tekken and Lion, now your PPV sales are 5.75 million, which is an incredible number!" ”

"Oh!"

Exclamations rang out from the scene.

"Dang!"

Five seconds later, as the bell rang for the first round, the world's attention began.

"5.8 million!"

Leo Filton's shouts rang out.

“Box！”

The referee shouted, and the first round officially began.

Lewis slid forward with his left foot in an instant, while his left shoulder was sent forward for a quick, accurate jab.

"Bang!"

Lewis's jab power is very large, often using jabs to hit the opponent's face to open flesh, in order to test the opponent's jab power, Zhou Quan did not dodge, directly carried the punch with a hug.

"The punch is really strong, more powerful than my jab."

Zhou slid back to get rid of his rival's backhand punch combo, and the next moment, Lewis's right hook swept past his face.

Lewis didn't stop after a backhand punch, slid forward to follow, and began to pursue.

But just as his left foot slid forward, Zhou Quan decisively met it with a jab.

"Bang!"

The punch speed was very fast, he instinctively doubled and blocked, and Zhou Quan punched on the huddle.

"Be careful!"

Lewis's coach yelled from the audience.

"The lion's back hand punches the air! Oh, the Iron Fist King strikes a blow......" Leo Filton's voice suddenly became high as Zhou Quan hit the blow,

"The Iron Fist King's punch is really accurate.

Aside from a jab from Zhou, Lewis was very calm, immediately took a left wrap and then began to make contact again.

"Sure enough, it's calm!"

Zhou Quan first walked around the left and then slid two backwards, testing his opponent's pace with flexible steps.

Lewis is also known for his quick pace, and after two laps of his physique, he found that his pace was not as good as that of the Iron Fist King.

The result of this test made him more vigilant against the Iron Fist King.

Lewis knew in his heart that in terms of boxing accuracy, he might not be as good as the Iron Fist King, but it was not too much, it was enough.

In terms of fist power, he is stronger.

In terms of pace, he is a little worse.

And the Iron Fist King just opened with a face-to-face attack, and the boldness and ferocity of his fist style can be seen.

Based on the results of these tentative tests, he told himself to strengthen his defense in case he was hit by the Iron Fist King's precision punches; Fight slowly and quickly to avoid the weakness of being slower than your opponent's pace; In the face of the ferocious style of the Iron Fist King, be calmer.

At the same time, it is necessary to create and seize opportunities for heavy punches; At the same time, control the Iron Fist King on the outside, and use long-range attacks more to prevent the Iron Fist King from having a chance to enter the inner battle.

Zhou Quan also had a practical understanding of Lewis after several contacts. This knowledge could not be accurately provided to him on paper or video.

Soon, in the next few contacts, he noticed that Lewis wasn't chasing him, his pace was reduced, and he stayed in the center of the ring, waiting for himself to go up, and then used jabs to stop himself from entering the ring.

This did not come as a surprise to him, he was faster than his opponent, and if Lewis continued to compete with him, he would suffer sooner or later, so it was only natural to switch to a static braking style.

The first round lasted 85 seconds, and the two sides had already made 13 contacts, with an average of six to seven seconds of contact, and the two sides did not throw many punches, and the intensity of the bout was not high.

Zhou Quan had three effective strikes and Lewis had one, but neither had a chance to hit hard.

"Right now, both the Iron Fist King and the Lion are still testing their opponents." Rick Pierce said.

"Because his effective strikes are not as good as his opponents, Lewis is becoming more conservative in his style of play and more cautious in his punches." Leo Filton said with some dissatisfaction.

At this time, the 14th contact began, and Zhou Quan took the initiative to go up.

In the previous contacts, he opened the way with jabs and then tried to get up for grabs, but Lewis coped very well, keeping him on the perimeter and not finding a chance to get inside.

This time, he changed his style of play.

The double frame covers the area from the nose to the chin, leaving only the eyes exposed, and then pushes the opponent forward while shaking continuously.

"It's Tyson's way of playing."

Lewis, the two commentators, and countless people who are familiar with Tyson's style of play all reacted immediately when they saw Zhou Quan's upcoming.

Tyson's strong pressing will immediately enter the inner decisive battle, and the style of play is extremely ferocious, so when Zhou Quan played Tyson's style of play, the atmosphere of the entire gymnasium suddenly lifted, and countless people's adrenaline instantly began to increase their secretion.

"Whew!"

As soon as the left shoulder is sent, the jab, and the fist whistles, Lewis hits a block, otherwise the opponent will immediately grab the inside circle, and the inside battle is not conducive to a longer arm span and a taller self.

Zhou Quan's attention had already gathered to an extraordinary state, and the full-level panoramic vision could see them very clearly without deliberately locking on to Lewis's two fists.

Top god-level reaction speed, top coordination, Zhou Quan flickered slightly, and let Lewis's left fist rub his right cheek into the air.

While shaking, his left frame was still holding on, guarding against his opponent's backhand punch, but the right frame was already pulled away, and while allowing Lewis's jab to hit the air, he twisted his waist and swung his arm to blast a ferocious backhand hook that slammed into his opponent's left temple.

At this moment, from dodging to counterattacking, under Zhou Quan's extraordinary state, he played an almost perfect attack and defense.

“……”

At this moment, keenly aware of Zhou Quan's counterattack, Lewis's mind was empty in an instant, because at this time, he had just shot empty, and the entire left wing was not hugged, it was all empty.

He tried to lean back, but it seemed that time had stopped for a moment, and only a high-speed fist remained, as if he and the Iron Fist King were in a different speed of time.

"Hurry!"

At this moment, he was shouting in his heart, the alarm bell was ringing, and his body was making the most instinctive defensive response, which was the instinctive reaction of the body formed by long-term training, and this reaction did not need to go through the brain at all, and the head was tilted back as much as possible.

At this moment, the noise in the stadium of the MGM Hotel suddenly increased.

"Shoot the air!"

Leo Filton's shouts rang out.

"Fight back!"

Rick Pierce's shouts rang out at the same time.

"Bang!"

Zhou's right hand swept hard over Lewis' left cheekbone, and his opponent's pivotal leaning back didn't hit his opponent's temple.

"Get rid of!"

Coach Lewis's shouts were full of anxiety and poignant.

"Chase!"

Zhou Quan's coach Hans snorted.

"Whack!"

Leo Filton and Rick Pierce shouted at the same time.

Lewis stepped back sharply and accelerated away from Zhou Quan, who sprinted to pursue, but was knocked back by a jab from him, and the contact ended.

"Damn it!"

Zhou Quan's coach Hans scolded in disappointment.

"Whew!"

Lewis's coach breathed a sigh of relief and yelled at Lewis on the stage: "Be careful! Be careful! Be careful! ”

But even if it didn't hit the temple, under Zhou Quan's extremely ferocious backhand, the flesh on Lewis's left cheekbone was directly revealed, and a piece of 2X1 cm of flesh hung bloodily on his left cheekbone, which was very dazzling.

"Oh! There was no thump, and Lewis dodged away, but he saw red. Leo Filton said with a sigh of relief.

Rick Pierce said excitedly: "Just now, the Iron Fist King used Iron Michael's style of play to play wonderful offense and defense.

He first used a god-level dodge to send the lion's jab into the air, and then took the opportunity to counter with a murderous backhand swing, and if it weren't for Lewis's emergency backlash, he could have been hit in the temple with a thump, and maybe even a direct knockout. ”

After Lewis got rid of Zhou Quan, he didn't go around continuously, but followed the original tactic, trying to stay in the middle of the ring and play fast with slow.

But Zhou Quan didn't give him a chance, and once again approached strongly in the flash, and approached him again.

"Oooooooooo......oo

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

At this time, because of Zhou Quan's extremely strong playing style, the shouts and cheers in the gymnasium became higher and higher, and the shouts of the Iron Fist King came one after another.

"Calm down!"

Lewis admonished himself or he would fall into passivity.

"The response is fast!"

The almost certain heavy punch missed, and Zhou Quan was also amazed by the strength of his opponent.

"Dang!"

After several more contacts, they didn't take their chances, and the bell rang for the end of the first round.

"Michael, the Iron Fist King uses your style of play, so do you think you can beat Lewis in your prime?" A reporter ran up to Tyson to interview him.

Tyson snorted coldly, "That's for sure. ”

"So do you think you can beat the current Iron Fist King at your peak?" The reporter asked again.

"Absolutely." Tyson said impatiently.

"You don't fight the Iron Fist King in a rematch, are you afraid of being knocked out by him in the first round?" The reporter asked again, fearless of life and death.

was directly uncovered by the scar, Tyson's face sank suddenly, his temper surged up from the bottom of his heart like a dragon, his eyes flashed fiercely, his hands grabbed the other party's chest and lifted it directly, and scolded without words: "Damn female cousin, what do you want to do this bastard?" ”

"NONO, I DON'T WANT TO DO ANYTHING, LET ME GO, YOU IDIOT!" The reporter panicked, the hero didn't suffer the immediate loss, and immediately struggled, but where could he struggle?

"Falk oil, white pig like shit, I poop cleaner than you every day, you stinker than shit......"

In the stunned eyes of countless people, the temperamental man Tyson staged a foul language performance, and the reporter was sprayed with a blank face and a face full of spit.

And a camera on ESPN showed Tyson's swearing process directly to the United States, and Tyson doesn't know it now, because of the word "white pig", what awaits him will be the national media blocking him.

Zhou Quan was also dumbfounded, he admitted that he had less knowledge, he had never heard such a rich amount of foul language before, he was a little sick to his stomach when he heard it, but fortunately he didn't eat before the game.

"This guy managed to steal the show from me."

After sitting down, he said to coach Hans with some helplessness.

"Get him out of here."

Oliver Leg, the general manager of MGM Hotels, was at the scene and quickly called a team of security guards to forcibly evict Tyson.

(End of chapter)