Chapter 173 Four Fist KO

Author: Dong Wangyi

Chapter 173 Four Fist KO

In September, the average temperature in Los Angeles is about twenty degrees, the highest temperature is twenty-five and six degrees, and the lowest temperature at night is seventeen or eighteen degrees.

At 6 o'clock in the evening, the Great Western Forum Arena was already overcrowded, with air conditioning on, and the temperature in the Arena reached 26 or 27 degrees.

Rich people from all over the world gather, Hollywood star models are all there, and the entire Western Forum Hall is shining with stars.

At seven o'clock, the first game of mattress starts.

This was a heavyweight match in the twelve rounds. KO appeared in the seventh round, and after 7:30, it was Zhou Quan's turn to play against Larry Johnson.

"Iron Fist, there are only ten minutes to go out." boxing coach Hans said to Zhou Quan.

“OK.”

Zhou Quan stood up and his assistant put a red cloak on him.

The same goes for Larry Johnson.

In the huge Western Forum Arena, the lights suddenly went out, and two spotlights lit up, and the sharp lamp posts pointed at the exit, and the eyes of more than 20,000 boxing fans also looked at the exit.

The host's high voice rang: "Oh yell, ladies and gentlemen, the second mattress game is about to begin, and now let's welcome the Red Square boxer.

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"boom!"

Los Angeles people are still very powerful and have given Zhou Quan a great shout.

Amid the overwhelming shouts, the adrenaline in Zhou Quan's body was rushing out of the player's channel.

He kept making the striking movements, making the shouts on the scene even louder.

When he came under the boxing ring, took off his cloak, and showed off his soft-lined Jing'an body, the shouts on the scene reached their peak.

"Xiao Zhou, come on." Zhang Heli, who was sitting in the best position, stood up and shouted loudly.

Next to him were Assassin and Choudhumas, and Rodman sat not far away, sitting with Madonna.

Jordan and the others were also not far away. When he saw Zhou Quan's upper body, his eyes couldn't help but shrink.

From Zhou Quan's upper body muscle lines, he could see that this kid must have undergone strength training, and his muscles' explosive power became stronger. His thicker lower limbs also made him understand that Zhou Quan's speed must be faster.

In other words, in the new season, he should have a stronger opponent.

At this time, almost all NBA players were looking at Zhou Quan in front of the TV, some envious and some jealous.

"Now let's welcome the Black Boxer, from the NBA League's No. 1 pick in 1991, Auntie Larry Johnson!"

"Auntie, auntie..."

Jordan and others also shouted very hard.

"Ha ha……"

The audiences who came were boxing fans and were not so familiar with Larry Johnson. When they heard this nickname, countless people suddenly burst into laughter.

“…”

Larry Johnson felt extremely ashamed when he heard the laughter in the audience. For the first time, he felt that his nickname was a pile of shit.

Hearing the hilariousness of boxing fans, Jordan couldn't shout anymore, and sat down and cursed: "A shit-like nickname! Who gave him this one?"

The postman also looked at Oakley worriedly and said, "Charles, your old oak nickname is not very useful! Why don't you change one now?"

Dameng immediately expressed his support and said with disgust: "Old Oak, Old Oak, like the aunt. I think you changed to Detroit's murder king, no, is it the murder king in New York?"

Oakley's old face turned blue and said in a muffled voice: "I can't change the nickname just by saying it, right?"

"From now on, you'll be called the New York Killing King." Jordan made the decision.

"Ah ow! Ah ow..."

Anthony Mason, who was watching TV in front of the TV, sneezed several times. He never expected that the nickname he had prepared would be snatched by his boss Oakley.

At 7:40, Zhou Quan and Larry Johnson had already entered the ring. After the Taiwan slashed them with some important rules, they asked them to wear protective gear.

Zhou Quan sat on the stool at the corner of the pillar, and his assistant began to apply Vaseline on his face and body, and coach Hans gave him the final tactical guidance.

Hans stared at Zhou Quan and said firmly: "Listen, Iron Fist, use your top space control ability and top hit ability to kill him easily. Iron Fist, I have no other requirements for you, and KO him for at most three rounds."

Zhou Quan opened his mouth, bit the mouthguard handed over by his assistant, and nodded at Hans.

"Can you win?"

In the stands on the west side, there were several male spectators in straight suits, all middle-aged Chinese, and one of the people in the head said with some concern.

"I don't know, Ambassador Lin, I didn't expect that this young man can not only play ice hockey and basketball, but also golf and boxing, and is a sports genius!"

"I don't know what the Sports Committee considered, so I didn't recruit him into the national team. This time, the men's basketball team lost all seven games, and the game was too bad."

"We can't control this, and he studied in the United States after graduating from high school. He was not from a sports school. I don't think the Sports Committee knew about him."

Several people came from the Consulate General of Los Angeles. Ambassador Lin just returned from his domestic report and turned around in Los Angeles. When he encountered this game, he stayed there.

Now Zhou Quan should be the most famous and influential athlete in the United States. This influence is very pure and does not contain any other colors. They have been paying attention to it for a long time.

At 7:45, the Taiwanese magistrate signaled the two to get up, Zhou Quan and Larry Johnson stood up, and their respective coaches and assistants went downstairs.

The two stood opposite each other, staring at their opponents, with sharp and firm eyes.

"The first round is about to begin!"

On the live broadcast seat of ESPN TV, host Tom Hicks shouted excitedly: "Let's see which is better than the Iron Fist Slayer or the Auntie!"

"It's hard to compare with the nickname, and the auntie is more likely to play with Detroit's murderer and the Iron Fist Slaughter." partner Lewis teased.

"when!"

At this time, the ringtone of the first round rang.

“Box!”

With a loud shout, the Taiwanese priest's right hand, which was blocking the middle, quickly stroked downwards, and at the same time retreated under his feet.

Larry Johnson kept holding his breath, from being half-deathed by Zhou Quan in the regular season, from playing on the court to off the court, until now, he almost felt depressed.

He suffers a loss when fighting, he suffers a loss when playing, and he pays a loss when paying attention. Even the treatment he received when he appeared just now was far less than that of Zhou Quan, just like a foil. Now that the boxing match has begun, he has to show all his skills and turn them all back, and he wants to win.

After the Taiwanese scribe's command, he immediately rushed in, slid forward, stabbed his right fist, and suddenly made a quick jab.

Boxing champion Ali is famous all over the world for his jab, and that is his idol.

Zhou Quan did not move his feet, and just waved his head, letting the punch pass. Larry Johnson's right fist rubbed his nose and hit the air.

After this period of training, his dodging ability has been greatly improved, reaching first-class, and even approaching the top level. His full-level space imagination has become stronger in boxing.

This powerful dodging ability is really too easy for him to deal with Larry Johnson's hit at such a level.

A shorter time of dodging can provide him with more time to fight back.

However, he did not fight back, or even hold the defense, allowing Larry Johnson to continue to hit his head.

"Shake! It's shake again! It's shake again! Or shake! Oh oh oh..."

On the ESPN live commentator's seat, Tom Hicks shouted excitedly: "It keeps shaking and flashing, the Iron Fist Slaughter has no hold on, he has no defense, no defense!

The aunt kept hitting the air, and he was still hitting the air, and he was still hitting the air. He had lost confidence. His fist speed was getting slower and slower, and his hitting became more and more confused. He had collapsed!"

Partner Lewis also shouted excitedly: "The Detroit Killer King did not fight back, he was teasing his opponent, yes, he was teasing his opponent, he was like Ali, he was like Michael Iron Man, he was using incredible dodge to make his opponent hit the air continuously."

“Oh oh oh…”

At the Great Western Forum Arena, the fans had not reacted at the beginning. When Larry Johnson hit ten consecutive air strikes, when Zhou Quan showed his strong dodging ability, they began to boil. Huge cheers and shouts sounded, decibels stacked up and high, like waves, forming a huge wave.

Zhou Quan kept dodging in the ring, causing Larry Johnson's fist to constantly hit him, and his face still had that unchanging smile.

At this time, his smile had become the greatest irony, like a knife, stabbed Larry Johnson hard in the heart, and also stabbed Jordan, postman, Dameng, Oakley and others who supported Larry Johnson.

Larry Johnson's confidence was already shattered at this time, his fist speed was getting slower and slower, his hit accuracy was getting worse and worse, and he became a turtle punch.

Ten punches, twenty punches, all penetrated, his physical energy was consumed in a large amount in a short period of time, and he was breathing. He didn't know what was going on, nor did he know what would happen next. He just wanted to find a crack in the ground to drill in.

After more than thirty punches, he stopped as he exhausted his energy, his chest was undulating like a cow, and the sound of gasping made it clear to everyone in the audience. His face was confused like an idiot.

Zhou Quan stopped, stretched out his fists, signaling Larry Johnson to continue.

"Oh, this is an absolute provocation! This is a provocation at the highest level! This is a provocation that regards the opponent as nothing! This is the provocation we want to see the most!"

On the ESPN commentator's seat, Lewis roared in excitement.

"boom!"

The Great Western Forum Hall burst out with the most violent shouts today. The adrenaline of more than 20,000 boxing fans is already in an eruption, making them only shout excitedly.

"This kid's dodging is pretty good."

Holyfield said in the locker room, looking at the TV.

But that's the case, because the black boxer's strength was too poor. He was the worst professional heavyweight boxer he had ever seen. Even the worst sparring trainer he had once been able to easily torture him to death.
To be continued...