Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

"Go Link!"

"Come on, Canadian!"

The afternoon continued with the second round of the 18-to-9 matches, where Link faced Canada's super middleweight number one, Dennis Urth.

24 years old, 184 centimeters tall, with a reach of 188 centimeters, his amateur boxing record stood at 67 fights with 61 wins and 6 losses, a skilled amateur elite reminiscent of Andzeje.

But the opponent's stamina and punch resilience were even better than Andzeje's, making him tougher to deal with, and the prospect of a knockout within four rounds was challenging.

"Boxing!"

Time was scarce, so as soon as the match started, Link pressed the attack, giving no respite to his opponent.

In the first round, he threw over a hundred punches, including more than twenty straight punches with a force over 1000 pounds, before he broke through the opponent's defense and landed a jab squarely on the rival's face.

He had to admit, the Olympic series was much tougher than the Golden Gloves; such a barrage of twenty heavy punches would have overwhelmed anyone except Andrea and Morales in the Golden Gloves tournament.

"Link, you have the upper hand now. You can win on points. Why not give up the knockout?"

Coach Ed advised.

Andrea Berto and a few others, seeing him drenched in sweat, also urged him not to obsess over knockouts, which were of little use beyond good stats and even less so in the professional boxing world.

"It's okay, I can hold on."

Link shook his head. Having set a goal for himself, he was determined to achieve it, even if it meant exhausting himself to death.

A man has to be tough on himself to be tougher on others.

Without ruthlessness, how could one become the champion of boxing?

Bang, bang, bang!

As the second round started, Link continued bombarding his opponent with heavy punches—one, two, three, ten, twenty punches.

He turned his offense into a relentless storm, overwhelming and suffocating the opponent.

With 10 seconds to go in the second round, Link finally landed another straight punch on the opponent's forehead.

The Canadian stepped back, leaving himself wide open.

Seizing the chance, Link delivered two more rapid jabs to the man's face.

Bang! These two solid punches snapped Dennis's head back, causing him to stumble two steps backward and collapse onto the canvas.

"Wow!"

The crowd cheered loudly as the match reached two rounds and Link scored the first knockdown.

"Keep it up, Link! Keep fighting!"

Morales and Andzeje shouted from underneath the stage, continuously waving their fists.

Link, gasping for air, waved his fists but did not dare to relax inwardly.

There were only two rounds left in the match, and with only one knockdown achieved so far, a complete KO to end the fight seemed like it would require further aggressive and hard-hitting attacks, yet such relentless offense took a toll on him.

Especially since this was his second match of the day.

His remaining stamina wasn't much.

Link shook his head, feeling like he was giving himself a hard time.

"Aragon, what do you think of Link's performance?"

Saun asked, looking towards the ring.

Aragon, with his arms crossed, nodded slightly and said, "Not bad, a bit stronger than I expected, but not too difficult to handle."

Saun nodded. Link Baker wasn't just a heavy hitter; his boxing technique was also good, making him a worthy Golden Gloves champion. Enjoy more content from empire

However, based on the strength he had shown so far, he was still a notch below Aragon.

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The third round began.

Link continued his assault with heavy punches, this time targeting the opponent's nose and chin with even more precision.

These areas are weak points on the human body, and if hit, they can cause bleeding wounds and double the damage.

Thud, thud, thud!

Link gritted his teeth as he pounded his fists like rainfall on the opponent's arms, ribs, and shoulders.

After over sixty continuous attacks, he finally pierced the opponent's defense and landed a jab on their nasal bone.

The rival's vision blurred with tears, and he focused his defense on his nose.

A golden opportunity!

Taking advantage of the collapsed defense, Link hit two swing punches on either side of the opponent's forehead, right at the temples, making his steps stagger. Link then followed up with a straight punch.

Bang!

With 15 seconds left in the third round, Dennis was finally knocked down again.

Link was exhausted, heat radiating from his entire body, his arms trembling continuously.

"10, 9, 8, 7..."

Unfortunately, just after the referee counted to four, the rival slowly began to rise from the ground.

Link sighed quietly; what a tough nut to crack.

The fourth round, and the last round of the match.

After the match started, Link took a deep breath and continued his fierce attack on his opponent's Turtle Shell Defense with punches.

Bang bang bang!

Link no longer planned to conserve his energy, attacking his opponent's defense with Heavy Punches continuously.

After over eighty consecutive punches, almost exhausting all his strength, he finally knocked down his opponent once again.

Thump!

His opponent, Dennis, was hit on the side of his face, staggered two steps to the left, and thumped down on the ground.

"Can you get up?"

Link supported himself with his fists on his knees, breathing heavily, too tired to straighten up.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5..."

When the referee counted to six, his opponent, clutching the ropes, once again staggered to his feet, winning cheers from the entire audience.

"Impressive!"

Link exclaimed, admitting that an athlete who could be ranked number one in their country was extremely tenacious in terms of stamina, skill, and willpower. No matter how many times they were knocked down during the match, as long as they could stand up, they would continue to fight.

This made the difficulty of winning by knockout multiply.

The match continued, with only 69 seconds left.

Link didn't dare to delay for a second, and with the last bit of energy he had left, he exerted all his power onto his opponent.

With only 32 seconds left in the match, he finally knocked down his opponent once again.

Thump!

His opponent fell.

Link, too, leaned on the ropes, barely able to straighten up.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3..."

As the referee was about to finish the ten-count, his opponent miraculously stood up once again.

The applause from the audience was thunderous.

"..."

Link curled the corner of his mouth slightly, acknowledging the strength of Canada's number one.

But would he give up the goal of winning by knockout?

Impossible!

Even if there was only 1 second left, he would try his best to achieve his goal.

The match went on, and Link let out a low roar, lifting his numb and swollen arms, attacking his opponent once again.

Heavy Punch broke through the defense, Jab sneaked an attack.

One punch, two punches, three punches...

30 seconds, 20 seconds, 10 seconds...

Link expended the last bit of strength in his body.

Thump! His opponent was knocked down once again.

Link, out of habit, threw two more punches into the air, then drew back his numb arms and looked at his opponent lying on the ground.

Could he stand up this time?

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

He didn't get up.

Link raised his fist while catching his breath.

It was tough and exhausting, but he had won.

"Link, you won!"Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"Link, you've knocked out another man, you're truly a monster."

Morales and several others jumped up from their seats, stood below the ring, continuously slapping the canvas, and roared at him loudly.

Link smiled faintly but didn't dare to be careless. The second round was nearly a failure, how would he fight the upcoming rounds?

KO all opponents to enter the Olympics – this goal indeed seemed like a pitfall for himself.

"I declare the winner of this match to be, from the United States, Link Baker!"

On the boxing platform, the referee lifted Link's arm high.

"Interesting, but the championship is still mine," Aragon stated flatly.

Sawon looked at his disciple and said with a smile, "Don't be too careless; this Link is good at attacking and hits hard. It's not easy to deal with him. Watch a few more of his matches, understand his style, and you'll have an easier time when you meet him in the future."

Aragon nodded.

"I will!"