God of NBA point guards

Chapter 427 God-level dodge
"The King of Iron Fist continues to attack with jabs!" Hanks Doley shouted excitedly.

"Oh!"

Unable to dodge, Zhou Quan's jab penetrated his frame, and he was hit again in the face.

"The jab hits!"

Grant Mewes snapped.

Holyfield slid back, Zhou Quan seized the opportunity to go up, and then received a heavy backhand punch, forcing the opponent's frame to protect his head with all his strength, exposing the gap of his chin, he immediately raised his arm and hit a left uppercut fist.

Holyfield is too experienced. When he moved up the frame, he knew that the Iron Fist was likely to attack his chin gap, so he immediately slid back.

"call!"

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

"Shoot!"

Hanks Dolley gave a loud shout.

"Attack! Attack! Attack!"

Michael Tyson roared excitedly in the audience.

Between Holyfield and Tekken, he prefers Tekken's style, which is almost exactly the same as him, that's why he wants to fight Tekken.

When he saw Zhou Quan's uppercut to the air, there was only one thought in his mind, that is to continue to attack, to attack with all his strength, and when Holyfield retreated, he launched a wave of offensive frenzy. He saw the KO of Huo Lifei. Liefield's chance.

Zhou Quan didn't stop attacking after hitting the air, just like Tyson thought, taking advantage of your illness and killing you, he wanted to take advantage of the opponent's retreat and launch a wave of offense to force the opponent into a defensive state.

"Straight right! Swing left!"

Grant Maywes snapped.

"Oh!"

While Zhou Quan was fighting for the opponent, he hit the opponent with a heavy straight punch from the back hand, which directly knocked away Holyfield's double arms and hit the opponent's forehead from the middle.

However, after opening the hold frame, the strength was not great, but it was considered an effective blow.

But his attack was not over yet, the next moment, a ferocious left swing punched past.

This punch calculated the amount of advance, and he calculated that the opponent would dive.

But he miscalculated. Instead of diving, Holyfield went up and hugged him, holding his left arm with his shoulder.

"Hoho..."

When they hugged each other, Holyfield's cow-like panting sounded in my ears.

"The Iron Fist King hit the old fox with a heavy straight fist and got another effective blow." Hanks Doleley roared excitedly.

"It's a pity that it didn't hit hard!" Grant Mewes said regretfully.

"The old trick of the old fox, hugging." Michael Tyson said in the audience with a look of disgust.

"Break!"

When the two hugged each other, the judge came up and separated them vigorously, and then quickly called out the next order: "box!"

At the moment of separation, almost at the same time as the judge shouted "box", Holyfield suddenly threw a jab. Fortunately, Zhou Quan reacted very quickly, tilted his head, and dodged it.

"Special!"

With a curse, he immediately slid to the right and threw a jab.

Holyfield's left arm has not been fully retracted, only a single frame holding his head, and hastily flashed.

But he was fooled, this jab was false, what Zhou Quan actually hit was a combo of left and right straight punches, a supporting style of false first and solid later.

His left fist hit back immediately, and in the next moment, his left foot slid a step forward, and when his right heel slid, he blasted out a heavy straight punch from the back.

After dodging, Holyfield turned his head back. Seeing a black shadow approaching at high speed, he knew that it was the Iron Fist King's fist, and instinctively dodged again, but it was too late.

"Oh!"

Zhou Quan punched the opponent's frame, which was opened directly, and then punched Holyfield's left eye socket.

"so close!"

Holyfield was lucky to have an armrest to block it, and quickly slid back to get rid of it.

But Zhou Quan's follow-up attack has already begun, and his back slide has not been completely freed.

He took a step forward and launched a fierce left swing, forcing his opponent to step back and dive again. After hitting the air, he took another step forward and followed up with a vicious right uppercut.

"Oh!"

Holyfield's double frame guarded his face and chin tightly, and the defense was tight. This heavy hook hit the frame and did not open his defense.

"The Iron Fist King continued to attack, but Holyfield defended very well..." Hanks Dorrey roared excitedly.

"Oh!"

The next moment, Zhou Quan hit Holyfield's right temple with a left flat uppercut, knocking his opponent's head off.

"Hit! Oh, the Iron Fist hit the old fox with a heavy hook! It's a hard hit!" Grant Maywes shouted in a trembling voice.

At the moment of being punched, Holyfield instinctively swung his head to the left, taking away most of his strength, coupled with his powerful resistance to punching, he was unable to feel a strong sense of dizziness when he was hit by a heavy hook. Only a little bit.

The next moment, he launched a counterattack brazenly, trying to catch the Iron Fist King by surprise.

If the King of Iron Fist thinks that he will enter a defensive state after being hit hard, he will definitely continue to attack with all his strength. In that case, the defense must be weak, and this is his best chance to launch a counterattack.

"careful!"

When he saw Holyfield not retreating but advancing with a left uppercut, coach Hans gave a sharp shout.

After Zhou Quan slammed his opponent with a Zuo Ping uppercut, he slammed him with a backhand heavy swing.

But at this time Holyfield suddenly took a step forward and threw a left uppercut. His backhand slammed and hit the air, and the right wrist hit the opponent's left cheek.

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

"Oops!"

At this moment, coach Hans' heart tightened, and he yelled, "Back!"

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

Holyfield punched out, and under Zhou Quan's hug, the striking distance instantly disappeared by half. Although it hit the right rib, but there was not enough force distance, the striking force could not be exerted at all, and the damage was limited.

He was a little unwilling and took the opportunity to punch Zhou Quan a few times on his right rib.

Not to be outdone, Zhou Quan hit Holyfield's left cheek a few times.

"Break!"

The stage manager immediately came over and separated the two of them, then moved his right hand vigorously down between the two of them, and shouted: "Box!"

"call!"

Coach Hans let out a long breath and shouted loudly: "Iron Fist, be careful of his counterattack!"

The two fought several more attacks and defenses, but failed to seize any good opportunities. The bell rang to end the first round.

Hanks Dolley said: "I don't know the statistics of the scoring table, but according to my records, the Iron Fist King got 6 effective strikes in the first round, and Holyfield only had one, which was just hitting the Iron Fist King's right rib. that punch."

Grant Mewes said: "Holyfield is indeed super strong, allowing the Iron Fist King to only get 6 effective strikes in one round.

His weight is closer to that of the Iron Fist King, he moves very fast, he does dodge well, his skills are very comprehensive, he has rich experience, and he defends very well. Precise Strike is less effective. "

Hanks Dorrey laughed: "But 6:1 is still a huge gap. This also means that Holyfield has no second choice. He must look for opportunities to KO Iron Fist, otherwise he will fight for twelve rounds and the points will be counted. He will lose, and at the same time, under the more aggressive attack of Iron Fist, he has no chance of winning."

"Yes, I think so too." Grant Maywes nodded.

A reporter interviewed Tyson and asked, "Michael, who do you prefer now?"

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

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

Moreover, Evander's own heavy hitting power is not enough. Even if he seizes the opportunity to hit Iron Fist hard, he may not be able to defeat Iron Fist with just one punch. "

Under the pillar, Hans said to Zhou Quan: "Iron Fist, as I said before, he has the ability to fight back after being hit hard. You can't be careless anymore. His ability to resist blows is actually very strong. Don't be deceived by his weight." gone."

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

Hans said again: "He is very strong, a super boxing champion, an iron fist, you must fight patiently and be prepared to fight for twelve rounds, as long as you don't get knocked out by him, you are sure to win him."

On the opposite side, Holyfield's coach Rose was exhorting: "Evander, the counterattack just now was good. If you seize this opportunity, you may have a chance to hit him hard next time."

"I can only KO him, there is no other choice." 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, let's continue to play defensive counterattacks. Pay attention, we must hug in time to defuse his offense." Rose urged.

"when!"

At this time, the bell for the second round rang.

"Box!"

The Taiwan judge gave an order, and the second round officially started.

Zhou Quan slid a step forward and tentatively attacked with a jab. Holyfield took a step back.

At this moment, Holyfield's upper body suddenly turned to the left. After dodging Zhou Quan's jab, he twisted his waist and swung his arm, and a left swinging punch swept over.

"call!"

Zhou Quan made a quick reaction and dived down quickly, letting the opponent's left fist brush against his head and hit the air, and the wind of the fist whizzed past.

Holyfield, who was a hundred times more experienced than Zhou Quan, seized the opportunity and launched a combination punch attack. After Zhou Quan dived, he quickly launched a right uppercut to Zhou Quan's chin.

Zhou Quan dodged sideways quickly in the dive state, Holyfield hit the air with an uppercut, but then hit a Zuoping uppercut, intending to hit Zhou Quan's temple.

"Offensive attack!"

Holyfield's coach saw the opportunity and kept yelling in the audience.

"call!"

Zhou Quan leaned back and dodged, his fist brushed past the tip of his nose, allowing Holyfield to hit the air three times.

Although he hit the air continuously, Holyfield's offensive was completed. His combined punches did not stop, and the two fists poured towards 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. Any movement of the opponent cannot escape his vision. He locks.

Absolutely focused attention makes his 96-level nerve reaction speed burst out at full strength, and he can make the fastest reaction at the first time every time.

In the constant dodging, he even lowered half of his arms, just holding them on both sides of his chin. This posture allows 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. Every time the fist hit, the little flat head would dodge first, dodging by a hair. His attack made him breathless.

"The Iron Fist King hit the air continuously, and the old fox launched a counterattack!" Grant Mewes shouted.

"Kill the air! Shoot the air! Shoot the air..." Hanks Dolley's mouth trembled rapidly, as if the air defense siren was sounding.

"Oh oh oh……"

Seeing Zhou Quan's god-level dodge and Holyfield's consecutive empty strikes, more and more excited shouts sounded in the MGM Stadium, and the momentum was overwhelming.

"This kid?"

Michael Tyson's eyes widened in the audience. He saw Zhou Quan's god-level dodge again. This is a skill he is good at. Now there is a guy who can do it as well as him.

Zhou Quan had dodged ten punches in a row, but he was in no hurry to launch a counterattack, because he wanted to let Holyfield consume more energy before launching a counterattack, so that he might have a chance to defeat the opponent in one fell swoop.

"Is this kid's dodging really so powerful? His dodging ability should be better than Michael Tyson and Ali!"

After Holyfield missed ten punches in a row, he was so shocked. It wasn't that he didn't know Zhou Quan's dodging skills were powerful, but he just hadn't personally tasted or experienced it, so he didn't have a concrete feeling.

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 position, but now that he stopped attacking and took the initiative to retreat, he still had some energy to defend.

The next moment, after punching No.11 empty, he decided to stop attacking and prepare to defend with a hug. At the same time, he was preparing to slide back and retreat to get rid of Zhou Quan.

But his movements of hugging the frame and sliding back to retreat are not as fast as Zhou Quan's.

Between offense and defense, Zhou Quan's nerve reaction speed allowed him to react faster than Holyfield.

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

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

His offense started even faster than Holyfield's defense.

And all this comes from the most incredible field of vision, as well as the absolute concentration of attention, and the nerve reaction speed of 96 levels.

(End of this chapter)