Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 840 - 607: First Round of the Tournament

"Name?"

"Link! The Lin from forest, the Ke from overcoming the enemy."

"Age?"

"18!"

Link fumbled in his pocket, took out a blue-covered student ID, placed it on the table, and handed it to the registering student to check.

"How many years of boxing training?"

"Two and a half years!"

After filling out his personal information, Link stepped onto the electronic scale to measure his height and weight: 180 centimeters tall, with a reach of 185 centimeters, and weighed 68.2 kilograms.

In amateur competitions, there are no heavyweight or lightweight divisions, only weight intervals.

His weight fell within 64 to 69 kilograms, considered middleweight in professional competition.

However, he was a bit short in height, even shorter than the girl who had handed out tissues earlier.

This was quite disadvantageous in boxing competitions.

If he wanted to become a top boxer, this height wasn't adequate. He needed to focus on nutrition, step up his training, and try to grow a few more centimeters before turning 20.

In his previous life, Link was originally 184 centimeters tall and grew to 186 centimeters after several years of training.

Now he was 18 years old, and growing another five or six centimeters wouldn't be a problem.

"Link, this is your number tag, go over there to line up."

"Hey, are we competing today?"

"Today is the preliminary round for the selection tournament. We'll eliminate some less capable competitors. Only two boxers from each weight class will advance to the city selection competition. Only those who pass the city selection will qualify to represent Kyoto City in the national boxing championship. You didn't even understand the competition process before registering?"

The registering student looked at him doubtfully.

Link smiled lightly, expressed his thanks, and then holding the number tag '7-012', he walked to the next office table to register.

Today's preliminary competition was mainly hosted by three groups: the coaches of the Sports Academy's boxing department, the registered coaches of the city's amateur Boxing Association, and the students from the school's Boxing Association. Teachers and coaches served as judges, and students were responsible for maintaining order at the event.

Matchmaking was also handled by the students.

Link's first match was against boxer number 7-011, a student from the school's Boxing Association, 184 centimeters tall and weighing 68 kilograms, a bit overweight with visible belly fat.

As the opponent climbed into the ring, many students below shouted, "Go, Brother Long!"

Link wrapped his hands in protective bandages, donned a pair of ill-fitting black gloves, and an old headgear he hadn't worn in a long time, before stepping into the boxing ring.

Amateur boxing matches, depending on the format, mostly consist of no more than six rounds. Today's preliminary competition was a three-round system, each round lasting two minutes, with a one-minute rest in between.

The one who lands more valid hits on the opponent wins.

Two teachers below kept score while one served as the ring referee.

Compared to an official amateur competition, it was like a makeshift troupe.

This was similar to when he had participated in the city elimination matches in Miami.

"Hey, buddy, which department are you from? How come I've never seen you before?"

Opponent number 7-011 sized him up and asked.

"Freshman in the Athletics College practicing shot put, transferred to the Education College this year."

"You're not with our Boxing Association?"

7-011 asked.

"No."

"Where do you usually train for boxing? Who is your coach?"

"Why ask so much? Even knowing my background, you won't be able to beat me."

Link said with a light chuckle.

"What? You say I can't beat you? You're really cocky. Do you know who I am? Ever heard of Zhang Wenlong from the Boxing Association? I've won the youth boxing championship in the city once and been runner-up twice. I'm also ranked in the top fifty among the country's amateur middleweight boxers. And you say I can't beat you?"

Number 7-011 glared, angrily speaking.

Link glanced at him and shook his head gently.

Seeing his expression, number 7-011 grew enraged and urged the referee teacher to start the match with gritted teeth.

The referee teacher checked their gloves and headgear, announced the rules of the match, and then gestured for them to begin fighting.

"Go, Brother Long! Go, Brother Long!"

"Brother Long, knock that guy out in one round."

A group of students from the Boxing Association shouted below the ring.

"Kid, you're dead meat, I'm telling you!"

7-011, following regulations, touched gloves with him, then swung his fists furiously at his face.

To an outsider, number 7-011's boxing speed was decent, but to Link, his pace was slower than all other opponents he had faced, and when he threw a punch, his entire body was riddled with openings, his technique very crude.

Link wanted to gauge his own strength through this fight, so he didn't go for a one-punch knockout. He dodged to the side, avoiding the opponent's fist.

However, his body, not having received professional training, wasn't fully responsive yet, and his reaction was a beat slower than his thoughts, allowing the opponent's glove to graze past his face.

"Damn!"

7-011, seeing his near-miss, roared in excitement and followed up with a second punch.

Link deftly moved his feet and avoided the opponent's attack.

After testing, he found his speed and agility were about the same as when he participated in the Golden Gloves Tournament in the United States. He still needed more practice.

"Hmm?"

As Link moved around, Zhao Liwei, a coach from the city's Boxing Association, suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked surprised at Link, who was competing.

"Coach Zhao, what's wrong?"

A colleague asked.

Zhao Liwei waved his hand and continued watching the match in the ring.

Link dodged the opponent's fists and seized the moment as his opponent was unguarded. A Right Hook hit number 7-011's left rib.

"Uh!"

Number 7-011 grunted, hastily stepping back and clutching his left rib, looking angrily at him.

Link didn't care about the opponent's emotions and pressed on, aiming punches at the right rib. His punch was slower, causing the opponent to hastily defend. Link's right fist hit the opponent's arm, immediately followed by a Left Swing Punch, which, without giving number 7-011 a chance to dodge, smacked straight into his forehead.