Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

He turned his gaze toward the second row where a tall female reporter holding an HBO microphone stood out, dressed in a beige suit, she was also the most attractive among the journalists.

"Miss Reporter, what's your question?"

"Mr. Link Baker, champions like Bernard Hopkins, Chris Byrd, Hasim Rahman, James Toney, and the giant Valuev have publicly questioned your punching power, claiming it's impossible for a normal person to achieve 16 consecutive KOs in amateur matches. They also suspect there's something wrong with the matches. What's your response to this?"

The reporter batted her thickly mascaraed eyes, smilingly poised as she asked.

Link spread his hands with a look of regret and said with a smile, "I haven't seen the reports, so I can't be sure if they've really said that, but here's a promise from me, to all the boxers who doubt me, whether it's Hopkins, Chris Byrd, James Toney, or the 213cm tall Valuev, or any other champions—if they don't believe in my ability, once I turned professional, they can come and challenge me.

Any of them, no matter what rank, as long as they can last three rounds with me..."

Link paused for a moment, looked at all the reporters, and said strongly, "even if I lose!"

"What?!"

The room fell silent for two seconds and then exploded into an uproar.

What had Link just said?

He had said that once he entered the professional boxing world, anyone could challenge him, no matter what weight class, and if they lasted three rounds against him, he considered it a loss?

Was he serious?

A Super Middleweight boxer challenging all professional boxers?

Had he lost his mind?

West was blindsided; Link had answered the first few questions reasonably, but then he suddenly made a reckless declaration, claiming he could beat any challenger within three rounds, regardless of weight class. That was wildly arrogant; if word got out, people were sure to call him "Big Talker Link" or "Mouth Cannon Link."

"Mr. Link Baker, you just said you'd take on all challengers from all weight classes, and if they can last three rounds against you, you'd consider it a loss. Does 'all people' include Holyfield, Mayweather, Hoyle, the younger Roy Jones, Joe Calzaghe, the Klitschko brothers, David Tua, and so on, all the boxers?"

The HBO female reporter's face turned red with excitement as she rattled off the names of over a dozen popular champions.

If Link dared to say yes, the headlines would instantly read that Link had issued a challenge to these champions, believing they couldn't last three rounds with him.

This piece of news would definitely become the hottest sports story of the day and for some time to come.

Link looked at the female reporter and smiled gently, "Beautiful Miss Reporter, there's one condition to my earlier statement, anyone who doubts me, who is unfriendly to me, they are welcome to challenge me. If those champions you mentioned also doubt my power, I will accept their challenge under the same terms, three rounds, equal for all!"

"Hey, Mr. Baker, don't you think that what you just said is a bit too arrogant?" shouted a reporter from the American Express.

Link shrugged his shoulders with an indifference, "I'm just too strong to play it low-key."

Boom!

The reporters were stunned by his outrageous remark, wondering how someone could be so brazen as to make such an overtly conceited and shameless statement.

West covered his old face with both hands, his face that had been black for over sixty years turned red with embarrassment at that moment.

"Link, Roy Jones has also publicly questioned you, will you challenge him after turning professional?" asked a reporter from the Miami Herald.

Judging from the Miami Herald's recent coverage, it was clearly a paper inclined in his favor. Link didn't mind giving them a sensational story, he chuckled and said, "Mr. Roy Jones has always been a boxer I respect greatly. I was influenced to practice boxing because of him and Tyson. It's unfortunate that he publically questioned me.

But out of respect for him as a revered senior and considering his advanced age of 37, I will only need one round against him—if it goes over two rounds, I'll consider it my loss."

"Link, don't talk nonsense."

Sweat poured from West's brow as he listened from behind. What started as battling other boxers for three rounds had changed to one round against little Roy Jones, this wasn't a provocation, it was an insult. If Roy Jones' fans heard it, there's no telling how they might curse at Link.

West tugged on Link's arm, urging him to restrain himself a little, not to be so reckless, lest he get beaten up.

Link turned around and gave West a reassuring look, telling him not to worry too much.

Even if he ignited the wrath of all the boxing kings, those kings wouldn't come to fight him.

Behind every king were promotion companies, and they would never participate in a match without a chance of winning or making money. Those kings also wouldn't bring their Golden Belts to fight with him, for if they lost, they would have to hand over their belts, and the loss would outweigh the gain.

Moreover, Link wasn't afraid of losing to them. He had only been training for a little over a month, and his boxing skills, strength, speed, and reflexes had already greatly improved; after another year, two, or three, he didn't believe there would be many people in the boxing circle who could challenge him.

He wasn't afraid they would come; he was afraid they wouldn't dare to.

The group of reporters, apparently satiated by the bombshells he'd dropped, casually asked a few more questions, then magnanimously opened up a gap and let him pass.

"Hey, Reggie, hearing your idol spout such wild claims here, what are your thoughts?"

Mario bumped the dazed Reggie with his arm and said with a smirk.

Reggie withdrew his gaze, and with a sigh of admiration, said, "Link is incredible, he is a boxer who possesses strength, intelligence, and courage all in one, a perfect boxer. I must learn from him."

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Mario grabbed Reggie's shoulder and shook him fiercely, yelling, "Reggie, can you snap out of it, please? Link is just some guy who loves to boast and seek attention, he's not as amazing as you think."

"No, no, you're wrong, Mario, this isn't boasting or seeking attention, this is self-marketing. As an amateur boxer, Link is constantly thinking about how to promote himself. Today, by seizing the opportunity to challenge all the kings, he's engaging in self-marketing.

I'd bet that after these few bits of news are reported, Link's fame in the boxing world will skyrocket, comparable to that of second-tier boxing kings. If he goes professional, his appearance fee for every match would be at least a million dollars—over a million, Mario. If it were you marketing yourself, what could you do to reach the fame level of a second-tier boxer?"

Reggie looked at Mario with an intense gaze.

Mario scratched his head; obviously, he didn't have a way, but to acknowledge Link's approach was out of the question.

"But he's challenging all the boxers, isn't that just boasting? How could he possibly beat everyone?"

"Why not?"

Reggie shook his head, watching Link step by step onto the boxing stage, and said with admiration, "A long, long time ago, my Huaxia neighbor once told me, a truly courageous person, even if faced with ten thousand enemies, would charge into battle alone. Link is that kind of person."

Mario imagined a scene of charging into ten thousand men and snorted, "That's not courage, that's stupidity."

Reggie glanced at him and shook his head, "No, no, you don't understand, and you never will."

Mario looked at him, sudden anger rising within, and clenched his fists, throwing a few punches at him, "Fuck, you damned bastard, have you forgotten? I taught you boxing, and now you dare act all high and mighty in front of me?"

Reggie, grimacing in pain, made an awkward escape.