God of NBA point guards

Chapter 50 KO! KO!

"Go to hell!"

A fierce light flashed in Zhou Quan's eyes, he slid forward to grab, and blasted out a straight fist with his front hand, forcing his opponent to shake, and swept out with a fierce rear swing.

Oakley has indeed practiced, and Zhou Quan's current athletic quality can only be considered average, and his punching speed is not fast. Through a fast dive, he escaped the heavy swing.

However, Zhou Quan forced his opponent into the defense through continuous attacks, took advantage of the momentum and hit a combination punch, and blasted out with a heavy hook with his left hand.

The full-level spatial imagination has brought his sense of space to the full level, and also raised his strike accuracy to a first-class level.

In boxing, the most important thing is the control of space.

Whether it's hitting or dodging, without good space control, it's like a punching target when you go up.

This heavy left-hand hook was struck on the premise of forcing the opponent to dive with a heavy swing. It was a punch in a combination punch, a predictive combination strike, and it was hit very accurately.

"Oh!"

Oakley had just dived to avoid the heavy swing, and in the next moment, an iron fist hit him head-on, hitting his chin hard.

"Uh!"

The ferocious punching force instantly impacted his cerebellum, and with a bang in his mind, all sanity disappeared in an instant.

"Oh!"

He flipped back and fell down with a bang, his mouth was full of blood.

"Oh?"

Madison Square Garden exclaimed, and countless people couldn't believe it.

"One punch KO?"

"God?"

In the ABC commentary booth, Williams and Opp stared wide-eyed. One of the four villains, the ferocious Oakley, was KO just like that?

"Iron Fist!"

After being reprimanded by Zhou Quan in public last time, Rodman and others learned their lesson this time and were about to rush forward. They didn't expect that the battle was over, and they all froze there.

"Go on!"

When the conflict happened, the stupid John Stackton rushed forward with a greeting.

"Shet!"

But when he rushed to Zhou Quan's side, Oakley was just KO'd by a punch. When Iron Fist's sharp eyes swept towards him, he braked suddenly and stopped there, at a loss, flustered, what the hell? What reason do you want to run?
It was the same with Ewing and the others, they were all stunned for a while, none of them dared to get close to Zhou Quan's side and avoided the tiger.

"We're going too!"

When the conflict happened, Anthony Mason, the muscular man on the door panel, jumped up excitedly on the Knicks bench. With a roar, he ran to the field. A staff member came up to stop him, but he knocked him over and charged like a bull. entered the arena.

However, just as he rushed into the arena, he saw Iron Fist knock out Oakley with one punch.

"Shet! The old oak tree is so invulnerable? Forget it, let me do it. I want to settle the Iron Fist and become the ultimate murderer in New York."

He was not frightened, but still rushed towards Zhou Quan.

When the conflict happened, Pat Riley stood there calmly. He was very confident that Oakley, Ewing, and the muscular man Mason he had specially brought back from Europe could settle the iron fist.

But he only allowed Mason to rush in, and the others were stopped.

But the next moment, his mouth fell open as he saw Oakley fall.

"Let's go up and help!"

When the conflict happened, on the side of the Pistons, the Smiling Assassin and Darnell Walker roared together and were about to rush forward.

"Believe in Iron Fist, don't be impulsive!"

Chuck Daly stopped them in a hurry.

The next moment, Zhou Quan knocked out Oakley with a punch, and he quickly pointed at the field and said, "Look, I'm right."

"There's one more." Darnell Walker pointed at the door panel man and shouted.

"Leave it to Iron Fist, he is a professional." Chuck Daly said calmly.

"Hey, stop."

Zhou Quan settled the conflict too quickly. It only took two seconds at most. After the referee reacted, the conflict was over, but at this moment he saw another guy rushing in from the bench, and quickly blocked the front. Angrily rebuked.

"call!"

Regardless of the reasoning, Mason swept past the referee, rushed in front of Zhou Quan, and hit him head-on with an oil hammer.

With a height of two meters, a tonnage of 115 kilograms, and a bench press of 200 kilograms, it is very suitable to describe him as strong as an ox. His arms as thick as elephant legs are swung towards Zhou Quan's head. If he is hit, Zhou Quan will probably die. Was KO on the spot.

Zhou Quan dodged in an instant. Relying on his full-level sense of space, he just dodged a little bit. Mason's right fist brushed his nose and smashed down.

The less time it takes to dodge, the faster the counterattack is, which is the advantage of the full-level sense of space.

In the next moment, he slid to the left and came to Mason's front right side. At the same time, he twisted his waist and punched, and blasted out a fierce and abnormal liver punch.

"Oh!"

Mason had played baseball and football, but he had never practiced boxing, and he didn't have such a good dodging technique. After hitting the air, he couldn't dodge the punch, and was hit directly in the liver.

"Uh!"

The moment he was hit, his body froze and he felt a sudden pain in his liver, but he gritted his teeth and held back.

"Good guy!"

Zhou Quan was secretly startled, this guy is too strong, he was hit in the liver, and he reacted like this?

"Boom bang bang..."

In the next moment, taking advantage of the opponent's body froze, he started a combination punch, hitting Mason's head continuously, making the opponent stunned for an instant.

"Oh!"

After taking three heavy punches, Mason collapsed.

"ah!"

On the side of the piston, they roared excitedly.

"Shh!"

Huge boos from Madison Square Garden.

"Useless trash, if you can't hit it, don't hit it."

"Oakley, stand up and keep playing."

"Hey, that door panel guy, don't pretend to be dead, keep getting up and fighting with Iron Fist, don't embarrass us New Yorkers."

Countless New York fans stood up and cursed angrily.

Zhou Quan stood on the spot with Oakley and Anthony Mason at his feet. He looked down at the audience, and when he saw the referee, he had a gentle smile on his face and said, "Sir, they made the first move. I was forced to Fight back."

The referee smiled wryly. In just a few seconds, he actually knocked out two. With such combat power, why don't you go to professional boxing?
In the ABC commentary, Williams shook his head and said: "Mason is very strong, but he is not a professional boxer, nor is he an amateur boxer. He has not specially trained his neck, and his ability to resist blows is not good."

Op said with a smile: "Look at Iron Fist's neck. It was specially trained. It is as thick as his head. It shouldn't be a problem for him to take a few heavy blows."

Williams said with a smile: "So Oakley only received one punch, Mason only received three punches, and the Iron Fist is invincible on the NCAA ice hockey field."

No matter how Zhou Quan explained, he was sent off in the end.

Of course, Oakley and Anthony Mason were also sent off.

Zhou Quan walked into the player tunnel, saw Oakley and Mason being helped in, and immediately went up to meet them.

"Iron Fist, it doesn't count this time, next time we will compete in arm wrestling." Mason yelled hastily.

"You're smart." Zhou Quan said angrily.

Mason smiled smugly, I'm a top student, do you think I'm your muscular guy?If it wasn't for fame, I would go crazy and fight with you?

Zhou Quan ignored Mason, came to Oakley, and asked with a smile: "Old bird, I didn't enjoy it just now, I'll give you a chance, continue to do it now?"

A fierce light flashed in Oakley's eyes, the effect of the punch just now had almost passed, and he growled in a low voice: "Okay, come as soon as you come, I'm afraid of you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his fist.

When Mason saw it, he stepped back straight away, making it clear that he would not interfere.

(End of this chapter)