Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 842 - 607: First Round of the Tournament_3

The entire competition is much simpler than the United States Golden Gloves Tournament, and it seemed fairly informal during the matches, with boxers and referees in casual clothes, no scoreboards, no recordings, all depending on the judges' eyes to score, no mouthguards, competitors could fight unprotected.... So many issues.

The reason for these problems isn't complicated.

The boxing industry in the United States is a profitable chain, with huge market potential, so there is capital willing to invest.

Whereas boxing in China is a niche sport, without a complete industrial chain, little profit, so there's no capital sponsorship, relying solely on state and organizational funding, holding large events when there's money, and small ones or none when there's none.

It's understandable that the venue and equipment are a bit lacking.

And as for the quality of the competing boxers, there aren't many who know the technique, lightweights rely on speed, two small boxers zip around the ring, like cats chasing mice, with the audience yelling and cheering as if watching a spectacle.

Heavyweights rely on physical clashes, throwing a few punches then grappling in an embrace, looking more like wrestling, and some become furious, swearing openly on the ring.

It made Link scratch his head in bewilderment.

After resting for over ten minutes, a student from the Boxing Association came over to tell him that his opponent had arrived and to get ready to go on stage.

Link put his headgear and boxing gloves back on, did a few simple warm-up exercises, and stepped onto the ring.

"It's you?"

The opponent said with a sullen face, clearly annoyed.

Link was also surprised to find that his opponent in this match was Liu Wei, whom he had parted ways with not long ago on the track and field.

"You dare to participate in a boxing competition?"

Liu Wei looked at him disdainfully.

"Yeah, just here to have some fun."

Link said, casually waving his right fist.

"Having fun?"

Liu Wei sneered dismissively, "Faye Wong said you've been madly chasing her for over a year. Heh, you just saw me with Faye Wong and got insanely jealous, didn't you? You're here to cause trouble, right? Haha, I can guess, but you didn't bother to find out who I, Liu Wei am. I made it to the national finals the year before last and got fifth place in the country. You think you can fight me?"

Link shook his head. This talk of Faye Wong and everything else, after having many amazing women in his life, his taste in the opposite sex had almost reached a peak, not even bothering to look twice at average girls, even the tall beauty he had met not long ago was just an acquaintance.

This state of indifference made him quite helpless, fearing that if it continued, he'd become a monk.

He looked at the referee to ask when to start, the referee took a few drags of a cigarette, stubbed it out on the steps, came over and hastily recited a few rules of the match, then stepped back and announced the start of the match.

"Begin!"

Link and his opponent touched gloves, an essential step in amateur matches that cannot be overlooked; failing to do so could result in a penalty from the referee.

After the glove touch, the opponent Liu Wei took the initiative to close in, swinging his fists to attack, becoming the offensive player of the match.

Link didn't retreat either. Having gotten used to his own speed, he effortlessly dodged his opponent's punches with a sideways move.

Opponent Liu Wei continued to press the attack, switching from left to right punches, greeting Link's face with a flurry of punches.

Unfortunately, his speed was only average among amateur boxers, not even comparable to the early Mario, and his technique was very basic, combination punches messy, focusing on speed without precision, wasting energy recklessly from the start of the match, not focusing on the efficiency of his offense.

In terms of ability, he was at an apprentice level in West's boxing gym.

Link easily dodged his opponent's punches more than a dozen times without throwing a single punch, while his opponent became increasingly frantic and even tried to use illegal moves to grab him.

Link had no interest in entangling with his opponent any further.

After sizing up his opponent's strength, Link struck with punches, going high and low, a series of combination punches hitting the opponent's left and right ribs, causing the opponent's guard to falter, then several straight punches smashed into his opponent's face.

There was no protective foam on the face.

Just one punch made the opponent's nose bleed profusely, forcing him to stumble backward.

Link pressed on, landing two more straight punches on the opponent's face and forehead.

The opponent staggered back, falling flat on the canvas of the ring.

"Stop, stop! Don't hit anymore."

The referee rushed over to hold him back, squatting down to check on Liu Wei's condition, while the doctor who had been smoking under the ring also hurried up onto the ring.

Link took a step back, shaking the blood off his gloves.