Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 857 - 616: World Championship Winner

The final of the 69kg category was held on the morning of the second day. After resting for a night at the Bangkok resort hotel, Link followed his coaching team to the venue.

His opponent for this match was the British boxer Martin Murray, who was 28 years old, 183 cm tall, with an arm span of 187 cm, and weighed 68.5 kg.

Martin Murray started amateur boxing at 16, had won the Commonwealth Youth Championship, the ABAE Boxing Elite Championship, participated in the World Championships three times, reaching the semi-finals once, winning a World Championship gold medal on the second occasion, and this being his third time, he had represented Britain at the 2000 Sydney Olympics, reaching the quarter-finals.

His current amateur record stands at 92 fights, 83 wins, 7 losses, and 2 draws.

The opponent is a technical boxer, skilled in both offense and defense, has participated in over ninety matches, is experienced, has a stable mentality, and also has good speed and strength, with no obvious weaknesses in his personal boxing qualities.

He somewhat resembles Andrea Berto, whom Link encountered in the Golden Gloves Tournament.

However, when Link first encountered Andrea Berto, he was just a rookie boxer, whose skills in all aspects needed improvement.

Now, having participated in over a hundred professional matches and defeated all the top boxers at the time, no one can compare with him in terms of match experience and mindset.

Before the match began, Coach Zhao Liwei and other coaches surrounded him, advising him to stay steady and calm, and reminding him that even losing wouldn't matter much, as securing a silver medal would still be a significant achievement for the Huaxia boxing team.

Link remained noncommittal.

Ding Ding Ding!

The final of the 69kg category officially began.

Link and his opponent Martin Murray entered the ring, one wearing a red jersey, red boxing gloves, and headgear, with a red national flag printed on it, and the other in all-blue gear, with a Union Jack printed on the chest.

"A Chinese? A Chinese made it to the final?"

Martin Murray said with a smirk.

Link glanced at him and ignored him. The opponent wanted to provoke him with this tactic, but having been in boxing for many years, Link's mind was as still as water to such provocations.

"Boxing!"

The referee announced the start of the match.

Link touched gloves with his opponent and when the latter stepped back to defend, Link took the initiative to attack, delivering a combination of Left Straight Punch + Right Straight Punch + Left Swing Punch + Right Swing Punch, continuously hammering his opponent's arms in defense.

In the beginning, Martin Murray defended well, retreating while neutralizing most of Link's offense.

Link ignored his opponent's defense and kept delivering heavy punches.

After a minute of continuous attack, Martin Murray's arms began to tremble slightly and his defense started to show cracks.

Seizing the opportunity, Link stepped forward to close the distance and then delivered a penetrating Jab through his opponent's arms, landing heavily on his face.

Martin Murray staggered backwards, his back hitting the ropes.

Link continued to advance, his fists alternating like drumbeats on his opponent's chest and head.

Martin Murray, caught off guard, leaned against the ropes, his arms blocking his head, his upper body shaking and dodging, trying to escape the onslaught.

Link's attack became even quicker and more precise, no matter where the opponent dodged, he could quickly close the distance with swift steps, his fists striking accurately, turning his opponent into a punching bag with one punch following another to the upper body.

His assault was like a torrential storm, impermeable.

Martin Murray felt as though he was drowning, breathing became difficult, his body continuously struck, feeling the pain from blunt impacts, his head spinning.

Just as he was about to employ a clinching tactic to disrupt Link's rhythm, Link took a half step back, landing an Upper Hook Punch solidly on his chin.

At 86 seconds into the first round, Martin Murray collapsed face down in the ring.

"Wow!"

A gasp emerged from the crowd.

"Incredible, Link is incredible. He's treating the former World Champion like a punching bag, truly awesome!"

"Go Link!"

Zou Shiming and several teammates from the boxing team shouted excitedly.

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Coach Zhao Liwei and others wiped the sweat from their foreheads, exchanged glances, their faces filled with disbelief; before the match they had worried Link might not overcome Martin Murray and had advised him to adopt a conservative strategy.

But the reality proved that Link's abilities were much stronger than everyone had anticipated, also far surpassing the opponent, managing to dominate him entirely.

Seeing Link perform so dominantly, everyone's faces showed joy, as long as Link could maintain this form, he had a great chance to represent the National Team at next year's Athens Olympics, possibly winning a medal, even gold.

Winning a gold medal would be like earning a medal of honor, not just for Link, but they could also bask in the glory.

"Martin Murray couldn't last even one round against Link?!"

"This man from Huaxia is even more formidable than we anticipated."

"Not only handsome, his style is incredibly aggressive, this talent we must secure for our championship club."

In the stands, numerous promoters and scouts from boxing companies, upon witnessing Link knock out the former World Champion Martin Murray in the first round, shouted excitedly, their eyes burning hotter as they looked at Link.

"Sean, you were right, this Link may have even greater potential than Pacquiao."

Dmitry Salita from the sports promotion company said in astonishment.