Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion-Chapter 892 - 635: Match and Date_2

Unexpectedly, during the round-of-16 matches, news suddenly broke out in the media that the Huaxia Team had a boxer with extraordinarily advanced techniques.

In the matches narrowing from 16 to 8, he directly KO'd his opponent in the second round. In the quarterfinals, he dominated his opponent with pure technique, causing the opponent to fall to the mat three times in the second round, straight up forcing the opponent to surrender before the third round started.

At first, he didn't believe it and didn't think anyone from Huaxia could be a top-class boxer.

It wasn't until he watched recordings of Link's matches that he fell silent. The media's description of Link as "extraordinarily advanced" and "a near-perfect boxer" was not exaggerated in the slightest.

Link's boxing prowess and overall ability were flawless even to someone like him—a three-time Olympic Gold medalist in boxing.

The only thing he couldn't understand was how, in a place like Huaxia without a solid boxing culture, a top-notch boxer could suddenly emerge?

This just didn't make sense.

With Link now competing in the 69kg weight class, it would be extremely difficult for Aragon to win the championship. The focus now would be on securing the silver medal.

"Renozzo, pay close attention to Link's fighting style. He'll be the obstacle to your championship dreams."

Dang Dang Dang!

A one-minute break ends, and the second round begins.

During this round, his opponent Atayev adopts a defensive stance, pulling back and widening the distance before Link can attack.

Under such circumstances, if Link simply went passive and let the match drag out, avoiding giving his opponent any scoring chances, he could easily win based on the advantage gained in the first round.

But beating the opponent wasn't his ultimate goal. His aim was to attract media and boxing world attention through dazzling matches, to increase his fame, and commercial value, so the boxing promotion companies would approach him with lucrative contracts.

So when he saw Atayev retreating, he swiftly pursued, throwing a flurry of punches at close range—Straight Punch + Swing Punch—hammering down repeatedly onto the opponent's defensive arms.

Initially, the opponent relied on agile footwork and tight defense to fend off over thirty punches.

But Link's Heavy Punches continued falling relentlessly, denying his opponent any chance to breathe.

At 72 seconds into the second round, Link executed a combo of uppercut and cross-punches, breaking through the opponent's defenses with a combination of strikes left and right.

Bam!

His fist solidly smashed into the opponent's cheekbone, causing the opponent to stagger backward, taking two steps before crashing into the ropes.

Link immediately closed in, raining strike after strike onto the opponent's face and head.

At 87 seconds, the opponent, while dodging his hits, lost balance and stumbled heavily to the ground.

"Wow-oh!"

A wave of exclamation swept across the venue.

"This is the 'Link would get weak legs' scenario you were talking about?"

From the stands, Wang Hao raised an eyebrow as he spoke.

Tian Liang scratched his head, puzzled. He remembered that after he'd... with his girlfriend, he'd feel sore all over the next day, legs weakened, barely able to climb stairs, let alone compete.

Yet Link partied wildly in the dorm last night, with the girl's screams ringing out endlessly—it sounded extreme.

Logically speaking, Link should feel weak-legged today and even underperform.

But as the match began, Link remained sharp and steady, his nimble footwork showing zero signs of exhaustion.

Why was this happening?

Tian Liang stared at Link, planning to ask him for advice later on.

Bang Bang Bang!

"Come on, Link!"

Back in the boxing ring, Atayev rose after the countdown reached 8, switching gears to launch a fierce counterattack against Link.

Link, unfazed, fought back aggressively in close quarters, trading blows directly.

In less than ten seconds, Link landed five hits on his opponent, while taking a hit himself.

At 102 seconds, Link unleashed a brutal Right Swing Punch, breaking through the opponent's left-arm defense and striking fiercely at the side of his opponent's head.

Atayev's head snapped to the right from the impact, flinging out sweat and saliva in the process.

Atayev staggered a step before collapsing heavily to the ground.

"Ssss—"

At the bottom of the boxing ring, Aragon sucked in a sharp breath and involuntarily tilted his head to the right, as if experiencing the impact of Link's punch himself.

"Don't worry, don't worry! Link is strong, but that doesn't mean we don't have strategies to deal with him. Your arm span is longer, your body is tougher, and your speed isn't much slower than his. Compared to him, we do have certain advantages," Saweng reassured.

"I know. I'm not afraid of him—I will defeat him," Aragon said fiercely, flashing his teeth.

"Yes, we will definitely win," Saweng muttered quietly, as if trying to comfort Aragon, or perhaps himself.

"Amazing! That punch was incredible! I bet even in the professional boxing ring, very few could withstand it. Link's boxing techniques are absolutely top-tier," Zou Shiming exclaimed excitedly, pumping his fist.

"You're the expert, I trust your judgment," Yi Jianlian replied with a smile.

"So Link is going to win?"

Wang Liqin asked.

"He's sure to win," Zou Shiming nodded firmly.

On the boxing ring, Atayev weakly climbed back up as the referee's countdown reached 8, raising his fists to continue his defense.

Dang Dang Dang!

Before Link could strike again, the second round ended.

The score for this round was 10:5.

Link continued to lead by a large margin.

The third round started, and Link didn't give his opponent any breathing space, landing rapid-fire Jabs to the opponent's abdomen and head repeatedly. In less than thirty seconds, the opponent fell to the mat twice. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

Atayev's coach threw in the white towel, announcing their surrender.