Domination in America, Starting from being a Boxing Champion

On the boxing ring, after the referee announced the rules, the match was about to begin, and the shouting from the crowd, like a waterfall cut off, dropped to the ground with a whoosh, turning into a pool of still water.

Over ten thousand spectators widened their eyes, looking at the brightly lit boxing stage where two men, clad in shorts and wearing boxing gloves, one with dark, muscular skin like black iron, the other with a bronze complexion and solid, well-defined muscles that looked like C4 explosives hidden under the skin, full of explosive power.

The host in a black suit stood between the two men and lowered his arms.

"Boxing!"

Link and Aragon touched gloves and each quickly took a step back, maintaining a distance of more than a meter.

But time was limited, and Link advanced, taking the initiative to strike at Aragon. Facing his punches, Aragon didn't use his arms to block but instead cleverly dodged by turning his head, narrowly avoiding Link's fist.

"Wow!"

The audience let out a gasp of amazement.

"Aragon will win!"

Cuban fans shouted excitedly.

Link threw three consecutive punches, all dodged by his opponent, but he wasn't discouraged. Aragon was a boxer known for his speed, with quick footwork and rapid reactions, making it very difficult to land a punch with one shot.

He pressed in on Aragon once more, throwing a fourth and fifth punch. At the same time, Aragon also swung his fist at his head, delivering his best right jab with a speed that wasn't any slower than his.

Link coolly parried with his left arm.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Thud!

Aragon's straight punch hit his elbow, and Link's arm shook, recoiling back a few centimeters.

This punch showed that Aragon's strength was considerable, slightly more than Morales's and about as heavy as Pitts's. For an average boxer, this level of power would definitely be classified as a cannon punch.

As he blocked Aragon's jab, another straight punch from Aragon aimed for his face; Link parried again with his left arm while swinging his right fist toward Aragon's jaw.

Thud!

Aragon raised his arms, blocking his punch, and seized the opportunity to launch another attack at his head, which Link parried with a swing of his fist.

In the first eighty seconds of the round, Link threw over fifty punches, none hitting Aragon in a scoring area; Aragon threw over sixty punches, none hitting him either.

Both sides kept exchanging blows and dodging, making it a very close fight, while the audience's exclamations were relentless.

After another rapid jab from Link was dodged by Aragon, Link took a step back, silently admiring him. Aragon indeed lived up to his name, with technique, speed, and reactions that were not at all inferior to his own, and even stronger in technique and dodging speed.

Facing such an opponent, for him to defeat Aragon within four rounds using conventional methods would be extremely difficult; now, he could only try something unconventional.

Link raised his fists and launched another attack at Aragon.

Aragon did not shrink back either, slashing over with a rapid jab.

"It's so exciting!"

HBO's host Steve exclaimed to the camera, "Since the start of the match, Link and Aragon have kept up a relentless offense and defense, throwing dozens of punches in a row, all deflected or dodged by the other side. This is definitely a contest between world-class top experts, and all amateur boxers should watch this match.

However, Link had told reporters before the match that he would continue to knock out his opponents to secure his entrance into the Olympic Venue, meaning Aragon is also his target for a KO.

But so far, with the first round about to end, Link has not landed a single punch on Aragon. In the remaining three rounds, can Link KO Aragon and win the match? Let's go into the field for an interview with the editor-in-chief of the 'Miami Herald'..."

Wow!

As Steve was about to interview Rafael Varane in the front row, a gasp from the audience suddenly rang out, even more uniform and powerful than earlier, and louder as well.

Steve quickly turned around, only to see on the dazzling boxing stage, Link and Aragon each retreating three steps. Link's back hit the corner post of the ring. Aragon staggered and took three or four steps back, managing to hang his right arm on the ropes just as he was about to fall.

"What happened?"

Steve deeply regretted not watching the match attentively just now; according to the situation on the ring, a fierce physical altercation must have just occurred. Who won and who lost? How did the conflict arise? It was like an orange cat scratching at his curiosity.

It wasn't just him; many other spectators, who hadn't been focusing on the match until now, were also looking around curiously.

"There's a replay over there."

Cameraman Sean pointed to the screen above the judges' table and said.

Steve hurried forward to watch the replay. Due to the rapid speed of the punches thrown by both men, the judges' panel was watching in quadruple slow-motion.

Just now on the stage, Link and Aragon continued to exchange blows, attacking and defending without landing any effective hits on each other.

At 92 seconds into the first round, the situation on the stage suddenly changed.

In the screen, Aragon launched a fast and fierce jab towards Link's face.

Just when everyone thought that Link would dodge to the side with ease as he had done before, he made a surprising move. He leaned slightly forward, completely disregarding the punch coming at him, and swung his right fist from behind with great force.

"Rear Hook Punch!!"

Steve exclaimed in shock, having seen the move before in the Golden Gloves championship.

Bang!

Aragon's jab hit Link's side face just as Link's rear hook punch slammed into Aragon's left cheekbone with a thud.

In the quarter-speed replay, after Link took the punch, his head jerked to the right, scattering a string of gleaming sweat from his short black hair.

Meanwhile, his rear hook punch also hit Aragon at virtually the same time, causing ripples like shockwaves in Aragon's facial skin, and the sweat and saliva on his face were both flung off together.

Boom! The video playback suddenly returned to normal speed, and Link and Aragon staggered back several steps, with Link bumping into the corner post and Aragon retreating a few steps to lean against the ropes.

"That's so intense!"

Steve watched in amazement, feeling extremely excited. If Link and Aragon kept fighting like this, the broadcast ratings for this match would undoubtedly be very high, and he would earn a substantial bonus.

"Link must win!"

"Link, another punch!!"

Someone in the audience shouted excitedly.

"Come on Aragon!"

"Knock out that American, long live Cuba!"

The passionate Cuban fans drowned out the cheers of James and others with a single roar.

On the boxing ring, Link straightened up and looked at Aragon across the way, offering a slight smile.

Aragon's jab mainly used the arm and shoulder muscles, with a maximum force of 800 pounds. After the deduction through gloves and protective gear, the shock absorbed by Link's body was less than 100 pounds.

The rear hook punch mainly came from the muscles of the spine, chest, and the inner side of the arm, utilizing more muscle groups and therefore packing more power. That last punch was at least 1200 pounds, and after deduction, the shock on Aragon's head was close to 200 pounds.

This exchange had given Link a slight advantage.

This way of exchanging punches was an unconventional strategy that Link had just thought of.

Such a tactic was often used in underground boxing, where fighters ignored techniques and dodges, competing solely on endurance, to see whose builds were tougher.

This way of fighting inflicted significant damage on boxers, but it provided great visual effects, making it very satisfying to watch. Those who dared to use this tactic in matches were more likely to receive booking calls from various clubs.

Link had fought like this a few times before, ending up injured all over.

He did not want to resort to this tactic in amateur matches, but Aragon's speed was incredibly fast, not a bit slower than his own; Aragon's techniques were even better. His combination punches, defense, and ability to absorb strikes were no less than his own.

Under these circumstances, winning against Aragon within four rounds was difficult, let alone scoring a knockout.

In his dilemma, Link thought of the 'strategic competition' strategy from his elementary school textbooks, where one's top horse would compete against the enemy's lower-grade horse.

After dozens of exchanges, Link found that the only area he was stronger in was the weight of his punches.

His punches could reach over 1500 pounds when bursting with full power, a figure Aragon couldn't match.

To make good use of this 'top horse,' Link decided to take a risk, trading hurt for hurt, using his rear hook punch in exchange for his opponent's jab. From the look of this punch exchange, the plan seemed quite successful.

On the other side, Aragon also got up, fists at the ready, and looked over coolly, his dark muscles gleaming and sweating profusely.

Link thought he must look similar at that moment, panting heavily and watching Aragon with a cold gaze.