God of NBA point guards

Chapter 173 Four Punch KO
In Los Angeles in September, the average temperature is about 25 degrees, the highest temperature is [-] degrees, and the lowest temperature is [-] degrees at night.

At 26:[-] p.m., the Great Western Forum Arena was already overcrowded. With the air-conditioning turned on, the temperature in the arena reached [-]-[-] degrees.

Rich people from all over the world gather, Hollywood stars and supermodels can be seen everywhere, and the entire Great Western Forum arena is full of stars.

At seven o'clock, the first pad game starts.

This was a heavyweight match in twelve rounds. There was a KO in the seventh round. After [-]:[-], it was Zhou Quan's turn to fight Larry Johnson.

"Iron Fist, we only have 10 minutes, we can 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 Great Western Forum arena, the lights suddenly went out, and then two spotlights came on, and the bright lampposts pointed to the exit, and the eyes of more than 2 boxing fans also looked at the exit.

The high-pitched voice of the host sounded: "Oh, ladies and gentlemen, the second bout is about to begin, and now let's welcome the red boxers.

A famous college sports star from UCLA, the first hockey executioner from the NCAA, the Iron Fist Slayer, the Detroit killer from the NBA Pistons, and also a golfer, a gentleman who is keen on charity activities, every week, every week, every week... …right! "

"boom!"

The Los Angeles people are still very strong, and they gave a great shout for Zhou Quan.

Amidst the overwhelming shouts, the adrenaline in Zhou Quan's body was surging, and he rushed out of the player tunnel.

He kept hitting, making the shouts of the scene even louder.

When he came under the boxing ring, took off his cloak, and showed his naked body with soft lines, the shouts on the scene reached their peak.

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

Next to him were the Assassins and Joe Dumas, 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 could not help shrinking.

From the muscle lines of Zhou Quan's upper body, he could tell that this kid must have undergone strength training, and his muscles became more explosive.The 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 were envious, some were jealous.

"Now let's welcome the black boxer, from the NBA's 91 No. [-] pick, aunt, Larry Johnson!"

"Big Mom, Big Mom, Big Mom..."

Jordan and others also shouted very hard.

"Ha ha……"

The audience who came here were all boxing fans, and they were not that familiar with Larry Johnson. When they heard this nickname, countless people immediately burst into laughter.

"..."

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

Hearing the laughter of the boxing fans, Jordan couldn't keep shouting. After sitting down, he cursed: "What a shit nickname! Who gave him this name?"

The postman also looked at Oakley worriedly and said, "Charles, your old oak tree nickname doesn't work too well! Why don't you change it now?"

Dameng immediately expressed his support, and said with disgust on his face: "Old Oak, old oak, the same shit as Big Mom. I think you changed it to Detroit Killer, isn't it, New York Killer?"

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

"From now on, you'll be called the King of Killers in New York," Jordan said.

"Ah owe! Ah owe..."

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

At [-]:[-], Zhou Quan and Larry Johnson had already entered the boxing ring. After the referee announced some important rules to them, they were asked to wear protective gear.

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

Hans stared at Zhou Quan, and said in a very firm tone: "Listen well, Iron Fist, you can easily kill him with your top space control ability and top hitting ability. Iron Fist, I have no other requirements for you, at most KO him in three rounds."

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

"Can you win?"

On the west stand, there were several male spectators in well-fitted suits, all of whom were middle-aged Chinese, one of the leaders 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. He is all-rounder in sports!"

"I don't know what the sports committee thought about it. He was not recruited into the national team. This time, the men's basketball team lost all seven games and played too badly."

"We can't control this matter, and he studied in the United States after graduating from high school, not from a sports school. I don't think the sports committee may know him."

A few people came from the Consulate General in Los Angeles. Ambassador Lin just came back from his domestic report and changed planes in Los Angeles. When he came across this game, he deliberately stayed.

Now Zhou Quan should be the most famous and influential athlete in the United States in China. This kind of influence is pure and without other colors. They have paid attention to it a long time ago.

At 45:[-], the judge signaled the two to get up, Zhou Quan and Larry Johnson stood up, and their respective coaches and assistants went down the stage.

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

"The first round is about to begin!"

In the live broadcast of ESPN TV station, the host Tom Hicks shouted excitedly: "Let's see who is more powerful, Iron Fist Slayer or Big Mom!"

"Compared to nicknames, it's even harder for Big Mom to flatter a horse than Detroit's King of Killers and Iron Fist Slayer." Partner Lewis joked.

"when!"

That's when the bell for the first round rang.

"Box!"

With a loud shout, the judge quickly swiped down with his right hand in the middle, and stepped back at the same time.

Larry Johnson has been holding his breath, from being beaten half-dizzy by Zhou Quan in the regular season, from on-court to off-court, until now, his breath has made him almost depressed.

He suffers from fights, appearance fees, and attention. Even the treatment he received when he appeared just now is far inferior to Zhou Quan, just like a foil. It all comes back, he wants to win.

As soon as the judge gave the command, he immediately rushed in, slid forward, stabbed with his right fist, and suddenly shot a quick jab.

Muhammad Ali is famous for his jab, which is his idol.

Zhou Quan didn't move his feet, and with just a shake of his head, he passed the punch. Larry Johnson's right fist wiped his nose and hit the air.

After this period of training, his dodging ability has been greatly improved, reaching first-class, even close to the top level, and the application of full-level spatial imagination in boxing is stronger.

With such a powerful dodging ability, it is too easy for him to deal with the level of Larry Johnson's blow.

A shorter dodge can provide him with more time to counterattack.

However, he didn't fight back, didn't even defend himself, and let Larry Johnson continue to hit him on the head.

"Twinkle! Twinkle again! Twinkle again! Ohhhhh..."

In the ESPN live commentary seat, Tom Hicks shouted excitedly: "Continuously shaking and flashing, the Iron Fist Slayer has no frame, he has no defense, no defense!

Big Mom hits the air continuously, he is still hitting the air, he is still hitting the air, he has lost confidence, his punch speed is getting slower and slower, his punches are getting more and more confused, he has already collapsed! "

Partner Lewis also roared very excitedly: "The Detroit Killer didn't fight back, he was teasing his opponent, yes, he was teasing his opponent, he was like Ali, he was like Iron Man Michael, he was using incredible dodge to make the opponent Consecutive hits."

"Oh oh oh……"

At the Great Western Forum Arena, the fans didn't realize it at first. When Larry Johnson hit ten punches in a row and Zhou Quan showed his powerful dodging ability, they began to boil, and huge cheers and shouts sounded. The decibels are layered on top of each other, like ocean waves, forming a huge wave.

Zhou Quan kept dodging on the ring, making Larry Johnson's fists keep hitting from around him, and he still had the same smile on his face for thousands of years.

At this time, his smile has become the greatest irony, like a knife, stabbed Larry Johnson's heart fiercely, and at the same time stabbed Jordan, the postman, and Big Dream who supported Larry Johnson. , Oakley et al.

At this time, Larry Johnson's confidence had collapsed, his punching speed was getting slower and slower, his hitting accuracy was getting worse and worse, and he was getting more and more disorganized, and he had become a bastard.

Ten punches, twenty punches, all penetrated, his physical energy was consumed in a short period of time, he was panting, he didn't know what happened, and he didn't know what would happen next, he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in .

After more than 30 punches, he stopped physically exhausted, his chest heaved like a cow, and the gasp was clearly audible to everyone in the audience, and his face was full of bewilderment like an idiot.

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

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

In the ESPN commentary booth, Lewis roared with excitement.

"boom!"

The most violent shouts erupted in the Great Western Forum Arena today. The adrenaline of more than 2 boxing fans was already in a state of eruption, so that they only knew how to shout excitedly.

"This kid's dodge is not bad."

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

But it was nothing more than that, because that black boxer was too weak, he was the worst professional heavyweight boxer he had ever seen, and even his worst sparring partner could easily torture him to death.

On the boxing ring, facing Zhou Quan's provocation, Larry Johnson did not respond. He was still panting, and his mind was still in a state of hypoxia.

"KO! Now, KO him!"

Coach Hans yelled loudly in the audience.

"KO! KO..."

shouted the Assassin and Joe Dumars.

"KO! KO! KO! KO..."

More than 2 Los Angeles people shouted in unison, wave after wave, and the momentum was overwhelming.

Zhou Quan was good at what he did. Originally, he wanted to show off his precision strike skills again, but since Larry Johnson had already collapsed, there was no need to pretend to be aggressive.

"Oh!"

Sliding forward with his feet, his right fist was like a stab, and he hit Larry Johnson's frame with great precision, and he fell back in the opposite direction, and the pace of retreat was messed up.

Then the next moment, his combination punch came.

"Boom bang bang..."

With several hooks in a row, Larry Johnson was beaten up and down, unable to fight back. Heavy straight punches in the back hand, and three heavy punches were hit in a row.

"Stop! Stop! Stop..."

Seeing that Larry Johnson had lost his balance and was unable to hold a fight, the referee knew that he had lost consciousness, so he rushed up and pushed Zhou Quan away, stopping the game.

"Oh!"

The next moment, Larry Johnson crashed to the ground.

The judge made a point with both hands to signal the end of the boxing match, then raised Zhou Quan's right hand and announced the winner neatly.

"Oh hoo!"

The Great Western Forum ushered in the warmest cheers.

"In 135 seconds, the Detroit killer took only 135 seconds. He knocked out Larry Johnson with only four punches and won the game. With his potential, he can officially enter the heavyweight boxing world."

"Congratulations to the boxing world, we have welcomed a talented boxer, he is Detroit Killer King, Iron Fist Slayer, Zhou Quan!"

On ESPN's live commentary, Lewis and Tom Hicks roared excitedly.

"Win? Is this a win?"

In the stands, Ambassador Lin and others were also at a loss.

"Shet! With this level of strength, why are you challenging Iron Fist?" Jordan cursed after losing 20 dollars.

"Charles, it's up to you now. On the tenth of next month, try to KO him." But he believed in Oakley's strength, staring at Oakley and said.

Oakley also looked a bit dazed. Hearing Jordan's words, he cheered himself up and said, "Don't worry, Michael, that idiot Larry Johnson doesn't know how to fight at all. He should push his iron fist to the corner just now, and then he can't dodge his iron fist even if he wants to." .”

"You just need to know how to fight. Larry Johnson is really stupid. He just stood in the middle of the ring and fought. That bastard Iron Fist has too much room to move." Jordan said with a look of relief.

"That's it, punching depends on the brain." Oakley said.

Jordan nodded, not in the mood to continue talking.

Oakley said it was good, but he is not optimistic about the result, because Larry Johnson lost too badly, and Oakley may not have any good results.

"Others can't be relied on, you have to rely on yourself, and you have to teach him a lesson on the basketball court." He made up his mind and thought of baseball again.

Zhou Quan already possessed professional-level ice hockey and basketball skills, and also showed professional-level golf and boxing skills. All four sports have reached professional levels. The attention, which made him feel a great threat, a very great threat.

He is the signature of the NBA, and a yellow man cannot be allowed to steal the limelight.

Therefore, he feels that he should practice golf more in the future, and it is best to reach a professional level and have cross-border strength.

There is also baseball, which needs to be practiced, and it is best to reach a professional level, so that he can also have three cross-border strengths.

Larry Johnson was already awake, and only received three heavy punches. Although the place where he was punched was swollen, there was no major problem, and he did not go to the hospital.

Zhou Quan celebrated on the ring, got off the ring, and came to Larry Johnson's side and said, "Hey, aunt, if you want to fight in the future, just play by yourself, don't look for me, I'm right I'm really not interested, you really make me lose my desire to fight."

Larry Johnson was so angry that his chest felt tight and he had the urge to vomit blood.

"Haha..." Zhou Quan laughed and left.

Far away in Detroit, Troy Weaver breathed a sigh of relief, Zhou Quan didn't have a single hair damaged, which was the best result.

But at this moment, he couldn't help worrying again, what if the Iron Fist kid wants to change careers?In terms of making money, whether it is golf or boxing, it is much more than the NBA.

All over the United States, in front of the TVs, hundreds of NBA players had a clear realization at this time, they should not easily provoke the Detroit Killer in the future, this guy may really have the level of a professional boxer.

Of course, there are also some guys with small brains who don't think so. They think that it's because Larry Johnson, a rookie, is too good for Zhou Quan to pick up a bargain.

Coming to the passage, Zhou Quan accepted interviews from the media.

"Tekken, do you think you already have the strength of a professional boxer?"

"It needs to be proven in combat, and I know that, but my boxing coach thinks I have what it takes to fight professionally."

"Would you fight professionally? I mean against real pros, not Larry Johnson."

"I'll try it if I get a chance. Let's talk about it next offseason, but I'm not afraid to fight real professional fighters."

"Would you play a proper golf game?"

"Oh, my agent wants me to do a TOUR or two, hopefully that will work out, but I'll be in the offseason, I've always been interested in the sport."

In the Great Western Forum Arena, Holyfield finally defeated Larry Holmes with a unanimous decision of 3:0 after twelve rounds of hard work, and kept his three world champion belts.

Two months later, he will defend his second world title this year in Las Vegas against Riddick Bow.

After Zhou Quan's boxing match with Larry Johnson, he initially proved that he has the ability to cross the four professional sports of basketball, ice hockey, golf, and boxing.

Of course, whether it is ice hockey, golf or boxing, he has not officially competed with professional athletes of the sport, so the gold content of this cross-border has a lot of water.

Many media also expressed doubts about this. They believed that Zhou Quan should prove his cross-border strength through proportional cross-border competitions.

But no matter what, after the boxing match, the media's attention to him has increased significantly, and it is continuous, and it is no longer a short-lived attention formed because of a certain thing.

(End of this chapter)